Mr. Arthur Weasley, whom Cowen expected to meet, did not return home until dinner time.
When everyone was halfway through dinner, Mr. Arthur Weasley pushed the door open, and before he could fully enter the room, he shouted cheerfully to the dining table: "I'm back, children!"
"Good evening Papa."
All the Weasleys responded in unison, very well-bred.
Mr. Weasley took off his hat with a smile, and took off his coat, handed it to his wife to put it on the hanger, and then pulled away the dining chair and sat down.
Mr. Weasley's face looked a little thin, but his stomach was a little big. After sitting down, he moved the chair several times before finding a comfortable position.
Looking up, Arthur Weasley's eyes met with Cowen's.
"Ah, oh! You..." Arthur Weasley first showed a friendly smile, but he hesitated when he opened his mouth. The embarrassment of forgetting Kewen's name didn't even mean to hide it at all.
"Kevin Quinn, sir, hello." Kewen took the initiative to introduce himself and eased the embarrassment for the other party.
"That's right! Coven Quinn! I still remember it very clearly this morning!" Arthur Weasley slapped his forehead, and then said with a smile: "It's all my fault at work today. Anyway, welcome You come to our house, child."
"Thank you." Ke Wen thanked politely.
"Dad, what's the matter with your work today?" Passy took over the topic and asked vaguely while stuffing food into his mouth with a fork.
Others were also very curious about this, and all eyes were on Mr. Arthur Weasley who had just picked up the knife and fork.
Seeing this, Mr. Weasley had no choice but to answer first: "Today, the Ministry came up with a case reversal work, which led my colleagues and I to the 'Azkaban' prison."
"Oh my god..."
When Mrs. Weasley heard this, she immediately asked very worriedly: "Is there anything wrong with you? Those 'dementors' don't know whether you are a prisoner or not. I heard that they often go crazy!"
"Ah, yes." Mr. Weasley nodded depressingly: "Perhaps my colleagues and I were in an overly optimistic mood at the time, so we did attract the attention of those 'dementors' and caused them to riot a little."
George came to the spirit: "Dad, have you defeated them?"
Fred added, "Can you get one back and show us?"
"Shut up Fred! George!"
Mrs. Weasley sternly stopped the twins' carelessness, and then turned her head to look at her husband worriedly, looking back and forth at her husband, for fear that her husband would be hurt.
"Mom!" Fred said happily while chewing the food, "Daddy has arrived home safely."
George answered: "Obviously there is no injury, Mom, you are making too much fuss."
"Eat your food!" Mrs. Weasley turned her head again and reprimanded angrily.
Looking at the expressions of the twins, it seemed as if they were going to continue joking and arguing, their brother Charlie Weasley couldn't help making a sound, and comforted him: "Okay, okay, don't be angry with mom, and eat quickly."
The twins shrugged their shoulders when they heard the words, and calmed down.
Seeing this, Mr. Weasley chuckled, raised his hand and patted his wife to indicate that it was all right, then picked up the knife and fork and started eating.
And Ke Wen, who has been a quiet listener, also searched for information about the 'Dementor' in his mind, secretly recorded it on the schedule, and planned to read more detailed information after returning to school...
After dinner, Mrs Weasley cleared away the dishes, and all the children, except the twins, went upstairs to their rooms.
At the dining table, Mr. Weasley took a sip of his after-dinner tea and said to Cowen: "Then, kid, if I remember correctly, do you want to ask me some questions about alchemy?"
"Yes, sir."
Ke Wen didn't have the habit of drinking tea after meals, so he didn't move the teacup in front of him, and said with some expectation: "I heard from George and Fred that you know a lot about alchemy, sir, so I want to ask you Learn."
"Oh, of course, of course there is no problem." Mr. Weasley did not mean to refuse, and asked: "So how much do you know about alchemy now?"
Ke Wen replied truthfully: "Only for the introductions in ordinary books, and simple enchantment for some small things, but I don't understand the principle of that enchantment at all."
"Oh? Is that so?" Mr. Weasley raised his hand and rubbed his chin, thought for a while and said, "Okay, as long as I have time during these two weeks of vacation, you can come and ask me, and I will give you Find a copy of 'Alchemy Intermediate' as a study reference."
"Thank you very much, sir!" Ke Wen was overjoyed.
Things were settled so simply.
For the next two weeks of vacation, Cowen became very busy again.
While reading the 'Intermediate Alchemy' that Mr. Weasley lent him, he also taught George and Fred the knowledge at the same time.
In the free time during the day, I used to do alchemy experiments with the twins, and at night, I brought all the problems I encountered to Mr. Weasley for advice.
In this way, the fulfilling two-week holiday life passed silently.
When the school start time came, instead of feeling tired after recovering, Ke Wen felt that it would be nice if the holiday could be longer.
After all, although he has gained a little understanding of the 'essence of alchemy' in the past two weeks, it is still only superficial.
The knowledge of alchemy, the more Kewen understands it, the more profound it becomes, making people unable to see the limit of this knowledge.
…
The second week after school starts, Friday night.
Ke Wen was staying in the auditorium with some students to do homework, when a sound of footsteps approached, Penello came with a slight fragrance and sat next to him.
Ke Wen stopped the pen in his hand, turned his head and gave Penello a questioning look.
Penello seemed a little tangled, looked left and right at the students not far away, then leaned down and whispered in Kewen's ear.
"Kevin, I want to ask you something."
"Say it." Ke Wen also responded in a low voice, puzzled: "If you have anything to ask, why are you still reserved?"
Penello still seemed tangled, and unconsciously twisted the cuff a few times with one hand, then took a deep breath and moved closer.
"Do you know your Percy Weasley from Gryffindor?"
"Of course." Ke Wen nodded lightly: "I spent the Christmas holiday at their house, what's the matter?"
"He... what kind of person is he?"
"what kind of person?"
Kewen was a little confused and didn't understand why Penello came to him suddenly to ask this.
But when he saw Penello's gradually rosy earlobes, Ke Wen suddenly had an idea in his heart, and then secretly said: No way...
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