Chapter 387: Paris

　　 Umbridge’s smile froze, because she found that everyone’s eyes were not on her at all, but had always been focused behind her.
　　 She instinctively looked back and saw Ron, who was wearing a Hogwarts uniform and looking sullen, getting out of the car.
　　 "Weasley is our king..."
In an instant, everyone present sang the song "Weasley is our king" in unison. Ron was stunned. He couldn't believe how many people would come to meet him. he!
　　 They even made up a song for themselves?
　　 Ron began to wonder if he was dreaming. He squeezed his arm very hard, but the tingling sensation from his arm was telling him that all of this was true.
　　 A brilliant smile bloomed on Ron's face, but it didn't take long for the smile to freeze like Umbridge before it.
Because the crowd in the hall chanted the names of George and Fred after singing the short ballad, Ron realized that he was completely covered by the light of his brothers, and the expression on his face became extremely Ugly.
　　 Umbridge was trembling with anger, but she couldn't get angry in the eyes of everyone, she could only squeeze the crowd away with a cold snort and disappear into the castle.
At this moment, Mike found that the bus still didn’t mean to drive away. He couldn’t help but feel a little confused, but at this moment, two people got out of the car again, and the appearance of these two people made Mike They were stunned with Harry.
　　 "Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, why are you here?"
　　 Harry yelled and greeted him, but Mrs. Weasley looked at Mike aside after hugging Harry and kissing.
　　 "We are here to find Mike." Mr. Weasley said timely, "Mike, can you tell me where George and Fred are?"
　　As soon as he said this, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked at Mike tightly.
　　 Obviously, everyone is very curious about the whereabouts of the brothers George and Fred.
　　 However, Mike naturally couldn't reveal the whereabouts of the Weasley brothers in the public, so he nodded and said:
　　 "It's inappropriate to talk here, please come with me."
Afterwards, Mike led the Weasleys and Harry to an unmanned dormitory in the Ravenclaw lounge. During this period, Mike had been observing the conditions of the Weasleys. She was still relatively relaxed, and even had leisure to observe the surrounding scenery, but Mrs. Weasley was different. She frowned and bowed her head in silence along the way, and the steps under her feet were fast, looking very anxious.
　　 "Mike, speak up, I can't wait."
　　As soon as they entered the room, Mrs. Weasley grabbed Mike's hand and said anxiously.
　　 and Mike frowned upon seeing this:
　　 "Didn't George and Fred send you letters? I remember asking them to notify you as soon as that happened."
"Yes, they sent the letter, but it is not much different from not sending it." Mr. Weasley looked depressed. "They said in the letter that they did some very'exciting' things, and then you entrusted them with it. It’s important to go abroad to open up overseas markets for Los Santos Group. Damn they didn’t even tell us which country they went to!"
　　 "Mike, please tell us, what exactly is the ‘stimulus’ thing they are talking about? We were almost scared to death when we knew they were wanted by the Ministry of Magic!"
　　 Harry and Hermione looked at each other. They really didn't expect that George and Fred would dare to deceive the Weasleys on this kind of thing.
Mike on the side is not much better. The Weasley brothers are really unreliable in doing things. Mike now really wants to give each of them a'Tarantella dance' and let them dance all day long. !
　　 But looking at the worried expressions on the faces of the Weasleys in front of him, Mike still sighed and told what happened.
　　 "They... how dare they?"
　　 Mrs. Weasley's complexion was sullen and trembling with anger, while Mr. Weasley on the side smiled bitterly:
　　 "No wonder the director has been putting on small shoes for me recently, but the roots are here."
Mrs. Weasley’s emotions were a little out of control, and she kept cursing the Weasley brothers there, and it also contained a lot of strange swear words that Mike didn’t understand. For example, Mrs. Weasley compared the Weasley brothers to bad potatoes. , This strange metaphor made Mike, Harry and others look dumbfounded.
But facing Mrs. Weasley who was angry, everyone obviously did not interrupt her and asked what the rotten potatoes meant. The big guys including Mike stood quietly on the side, waiting for Mrs. Weasley. End the anger.
　　 After cursing Weaslev for almost half an hour, the talent stopped. She gasped and stared at Mike with red eyes:
　　 "So, where are those two rotten potatoes now?"
　　 "France!"
　　 Mike did not hesitate to say where the two Weasley brothers were.
　　 This is their own mess, and Mike thinks he has no reason to help them cover it up.
　　 "Where is France? I'm going to slap their now!"
　　 "Paris!" Mike said, "I can take you there personally, and I am very angry about their behavior!
　　 "Thank you, Mike."
　　 "It's okay, please come with me."
　　 As Mike snapped his fingers, the house elf Shuke appeared in front of everyone.
　　 The Weasleys put their hands on Shuke's arm under Mike's guidance. The three Harry at the side were anxious and said hurriedly:
　　 "Mike, we have to go too!"
　　 "No way!"
　　 Mike hadn’t spoken yet, a sharp shout came from the Weaslev population.
"The exam is coming soon. You must stay in Hogwarts and study hard! Especially you, Ron! Don't forget that you missed the course for a whole month. If your owls exam results are not satisfactory , I will definitely make you regret being born by me!"
　　 Facing Mrs. Weasley's roar, the three of Harry shrank their heads together, and Ron took a few steps back in fear.
　　 Upon seeing Mrs. Weasley, he grunted with satisfaction, and said to Mike:
　　 "Let's go, Mike!"
　　 "Yes, my wife."
　　 Mike said with a smile, and then told Shuke to turn on the teleport.
　　 After a while, several people appeared in a magnificent room.
　　 There are a large number of fireplaces in the room. Many men and women in suits are constantly getting out of the fireplace, nodding to Mike and leaving the room quickly.
　　 The Weasleys looked at this room curiously. The dense fireplace and the crowds reminded them of the magic hall.
"This is the teleportation hall of the Los Santos Group headquarters. They are all our employees." Mike explained, "Here we have the key to Paris, France. Only with it we can go to France. But we should pay attention to our door. The key has not been reviewed by the Door Key Management Department, so please keep the two secrets."
　　 "Don't worry, we won't say anything, let's go!"
　　 Mr. Weasley looked a little anxious, but the smile on his face made Mike a little doubt whether he was so anxious because he wanted to see his son earlier or simply wanted to use the transnational door key.
　　 shook his head, Mike nodded to Shuke, who led everyone to the next room.
　　 This room is very small and there are no windows around it. It is empty and only has a wooden table in the center, and above the wooden table is a metal bucket.
　　 Mike and the Weasleys walked forward and put their arms on the edge of the bucket.
　　 A huge suction suddenly appeared, and the surrounding space was distorted by the suction, and then Mike and the others were sucked into the bucket as if they were put in a toilet.
　　 "哐哧! 哐哧!"
　　 The tin bucket shook for a while and finally calmed down, but Mike and the Weasleys had also disappeared.
　　 Shu Ke lowered his eyes and slowly backed out and closed the door.
　　 At the same time, in a souvenir shop in Paris, France, a white teenager with freckles was holding his legs, humming a little song while watching the crowds in front of him.
　　 This souvenir shop is not big, it only has a shop with an area of ​​about five square meters and a small lounge at the back.
　　 There are few pitiful goods on the shelves, and the categories are single and boring.
　　 Therefore, the business in the store is very deserted, and few tourists who come and go will actually come into the store to consume.
　　 This is not in line with common sense, because the location of this shop is not low in land prices. There is no doubt that this souvenir shop called ‘Mickey Wonder House’ is operating at a loss every month.
　　 It's just that the boy didn't seem to care about it. He looked at the bright sunshine outside comfortably, picked up his teacup, and prepared to taste his freshly brewed English black tea.
　　 However, his finger had just touched the tea cup, and a paper windmill on the shelf in front of him suddenly started automatically without wind.
　　 Upon seeing this, the boy bounced off his chair, and excitedly pushed open the door of the lounge and walked in.
　　 In the small lounge, Mr. Weasley is supporting Mrs. Weasley who is constantly retching, while Mike looks at them with helpless expression.
　　 This is a side effect of using the door key, and the symptoms reflected vary from person to person. Generally, only people who frequently teleport can be immune to this symptom, but obviously, Mrs. Weasley is not included in this list.
　　 At this time, the teenager who was watching the store pushed out the door and gave Mike a chest-beating ceremony. The excitement was beyond words.
　　 Mike smiled and nodded at it.
　　 This is the transfer point arranged by Los Santos Group in Paris. The shops outside are just disguise.
　　 I was talking some intense words to the boy, and Mrs. Weasley's symptoms had disappeared after the boy fainted with excitement again.
　　 Mike nodded when he saw this, and left the shop with the Weasleys.
　　 And the shopkeeper saluted the back of Mike's departure again, and the fist on his left chest had not been put down for a long time.
　　As a tourist city with a deep cultural heritage, Paris has a large number of historical sites and attracts countless tourists every year. Except for a few remote places and private offices, the whole city is very lively.
Mike took the Weasleys into the crowd. Mr. Weasley seemed to be in a good mood. He was very curious about everything he saw before him. Whenever something he hadn't seen appeared around him He would ask Mike excitedly.
He is particularly interested in mobile phones. He calls them a mirror with buttons that emits light, and thinks it is used by Muggles to touch up makeup. It took him a lot of effort to convince him that mobile phones are a communication tool. , It is equivalent to a double-sided mirror.
　　 And Mrs. Weasley seemed more eager. She frowned and looked at Mike and Mr. Weasley strolling in front of the courtyard, wishing to knock off their heads directly.
　　 Finally, when Mr. Weasley stopped for the third time to observe the statue by the roadside, Mrs. Weasley couldn't help it anymore.
　　 Seeing her stretched out her hand, she grabbed Mr. Weasley’s ears, and dragged him to move forward amidst Mr. Weasley’s screams for mercy.
The Mike beside 　　 swallowed a big spit, and Mrs. Weasley's appearance at the moment was completely different from that dignified and virtuous wife on weekdays, she was a tigress.
　　 But this is understandable, because the statue that Mr. Weasley is observing carefully this time is a stone bust of a European and American woman beckoning, um, the one without clothes.
　　 But at this moment, Mrs. Weasley turned her head to look at Mike, and changed her sturdy face to Mr. Weasley before, asking in a gentle voice:
　　 "Mike, how long do we have to walk?"
　　 This change in her attitude made Mike a little at a loss. He looked at Mr. Weasley, who was still screaming, and stuttered:
　　 "Uh, we...we have actually arrived."
"Here?" Mrs. Weasley looked around, but saw that there were Muggle shops and Muggle travelers who kept coming and going, and no wizards were seen. "Could it be that George and Fred are hidden among the Muggles." This is really a good idea! The people at the Ministry of Magic never thought they would do it!"
"Mrs. Weasley~EbookFREE.me~ Actually they opened a magic joke house with their own money after they arrived in the UK, and their shop is here." Mike said as he walked to Weiss Beside Mr. Lai, "Excuse me, please let me."
　　 "I didn't ask...Ah! Jasmine! No!"
　　 Mr. Weasley instinctively wanted to get away, but Mrs. Weasley behind him took his ears and pulled him away.
　　 took a breath, Mike took out his wand and beat it rhythmically on the head of the statue where Mr. Weasley had stopped just now.
　　 Then, under the surprised gaze of the Weasleys, the surrounding scenes showed amazing changes.
　　 I saw that a long street suddenly emerged with the stone statue as the center.
　　 Everything except Mike and others, including tall buildings and pedestrians, was forcibly squeezed away by it!
　　 This change happened very quickly, and when Mike reacted, he found that he was already on another street.
This street is as lively as the original one, full of people coming and going and countless shops, but the difference between the two lies in the shops on this street. All of the shops in Muggle are rare goods that cannot be seen in the Muggle society, such as a beauty shop that specializes in selling all kinds of magic cosmetics, the Owl Post Office where owls keep flying and falling, and the potion shop that exudes a strong fragrance of herbs...
The crowd around 　　 is no longer the same Muggles, but weirdly dressed, it is doubtful that they are still human wizards!