Chapter 489

Harry spun faster and faster, his arms close to his body, and the hazy stove flickered past him until he felt sick and closed his eyes. Then he felt slow, so he reached out to avoid falling face down and walked out of the Weasleys' fireplace.

"Did he eat it?" Said Fred excitedly, reaching out to Harry.

"Yes," said Harry, stretching out. "What is that?"

"The tongue toffee," Fred said happily, "George and I invented it. At first, there were some technical problems, but Fanlin didn't know where he had gone, and our owl couldn't find him"

"but we still developed it. We've been looking for someone to do experiments all summer..." George said he looked very excited. At least they made the tongue toffee.

The little kitchen laughs like thunder.

Harry looked around and saw Ron and George sitting at a clean wooden table, and there were two redheads, which Harry had never seen before. But he immediately realized who they were: Bill and Charlie, the older of the Weasley brothers.

"Hello, Harry." Said the one who was closer to Harry. He laughed at Harry and held out his big hand. Harry shook hands with him and felt that there were calluses and blisters under his fingers. He must be Charlie. He lives with the dragon in Romania. Charlie looks like twins, but fatter than Percy and Ron, but they are slender. His face was large, natural, badly sunburned and mottled. He looked completely suntanned. His arms were muscular and had a scar on one arm.

Bill stood up with a smile and shook Harry's hand. Harry was somewhat surprised by his arrival. He worked for a demon bank, and he was Hogwarts' child king. Bill is a real copy of Percy, but older than he is. They are all very sensitive to breaking the rules, making a fuss about it, and they like to bossy people around. But Bill had nothing else to say about his indifference. He was a tall man with long hair and a ponytail. He wore an earring, like a poisonous tooth. His clothes looked more suitable for rock concerts, and Harry recognized that his boots were not leather, they were made of dragon skin.

Before anyone could say anything else, there was a soft bang. Mr. Weasley came back and stood by George's shoulder. He looked angry, and Harry had never seen him so angry.

"That's no joke, Fred," he yelled. "What did you give him?"

"I didn't give him anything," Fred said, with a sly smile. "I just dropped it It's his own fault. He went to eat it himself. I never told him to eat it

"You dropped it on purpose," Weasley yelled. "You know he's going to eat, you know he's greedy..."

"How big is his tongue?" Asked George eagerly.

"Four feet long before his parents asked me to shrink it."

Harry and the Weasleys laughed again.

"It's not funny at all!" Mr. Weasley said, "that kind of behavior has seriously damaged the relationship between witches and Muggles! It took me half my life to get rid of the Muggles' misunderstanding of us, but my son

Fred said angrily, "we didn't give him sugar because he was a mag."

"No, we gave it to him because he likes to bully the weak," said George. "Right, Harry?"

"Yes, he is, Mr. Weasley." Said Harry seriously.

"It's not like that!" Weasley said angrily, "you wait for me to tell your mother..."

"Tell me what?" Said the voice behind him.

Mrs. Weasley just came in. She was a small, plump woman with a kind face, but her eyes narrowed because of doubts.

"Hello, Harry, honey," she said to Harry with a smile, and her eyes quickly turned to her husband. "Arthur, what do you want to tell me?"

Mr. Weasley hesitated. Harry knew that no matter how angry he was with Fred and George, he didn't really want to tell Mrs. Weasley. Mr. Weasley's eyes fixed nervously on Mrs. Weasley, and there was another silence.

Then out of the kitchen came a little red haired girl, Ginny, the Weasleys' youngest sister.

Ginny was a little excited to see Harry coming, but Mrs. Weasley was here, and Ginny didn't dare to make a mistake, at least when Mrs. Weasley was so serious.

"Tell me what, Arthur?" Asked Mrs. Weasley again, in a hard voice.

"Nothing," Mr. Weasley said. "It's Fred and George. I had a fight with them just now."

"What did they do this time?" Said Mrs. Weasley. "If this has anything to do with the Weasley wizard's prank..."

"Why don't you show Harry where he sleeps, Ron?" Said Ginny, standing at the door.

"He knows where he sleeps," said Ron. "In my room, he sleeps there On... ""We can all go." Ginny said, and then she pointed to Fred and George.

"Oh," said Ron, understanding, "OK."

"Well, we'll do the same." Said George.

"Here you are Said Mrs. Weasley.

Harry and Ron walked slowly out of the kitchen, down the long hallway with Ginny and up the rickety stairs.

"What does Weasley's wizard prank mean?" Harry asked as he climbed the stairs.

Ron and Ginny smile.

"Mom found a bunch of orders when she was tidying up Fred and George's rooms." Ron said calmly. "It's a long price list with their own inventions. It's all funny stuff, you know. Fake wands, magic candy It's interesting. I never knew they were inventing... "

"We heard explosions coming out of their rooms a long time ago, but we never thought they were really 'building' things," Ginny said. "We think they just like that sound."

"It's just that most of the stuff - Oh, everything - is a bit dangerous," says Ron. "They're going to sell it at Hogwarts to make some money, and mom's mad. Tell them not to recreate anything and burn all the orders She was really mad at them. They didn't live up to her expectations of the O.W.L. '

"Well, it must be noisy now," Ginny said, "because mom wants them to go into the Ministry of magic like Dad, and they say they want to open a funny store."

At that time, a door on the second platform opened, and a face appeared, wearing antler rimmed glasses and a very angry expression.

"Hi, Percy." Said Harry.

"Oh, Harry," Percy said. "I wonder who is so noisy. I'm working. I have a report to finish. It's hard for me to concentrate when someone is thundering up and down the stairs. "

"We're not walking like thunder," Ron said angrily. "We're walking. If we disturb the Ministry's super secret work, we're sorry."

"What are you up to?" Said Harry.

"Write a report for the Ministry of magic cooperation," Percy said smugly. "We need to standardize the thickness of the pot. Some imports are too thin, and the annual leakage rate is 3%

Percy's face turned a little red.

"Ron, you can laugh," he said enthusiastically, "but if there is no international law, we will find that the market will be full of low-quality, shallow goods, seriously endangering..."

"Yes, yes." Ron interrupted and began to go upstairs, Percy slammed the door. Harry and Ginny followed Ron up three more stairs, and there was a loud roar from the kitchen, as if Mr. Weasley had told Mrs. Weasley about the toffee.

Ron's room is on the top floor of the house and looks like the last time Harry came. The same is the poster of Ron's favorite Quidditch team; the couderiganen cannon is hung on the wall and rotates on a slightly sloping ceiling; on the windowsill, in a fish tank that used to hold frog eggs, there is now a very large frog. Ron's mice are mottled. It should be said that Peter Pedro is not here, but there is a very small gray owl, which helped Ron deliver the letter to Harry on Privet street. It jumps up and down in a small cage and chirps triumphantly.

"All right, pig," said Ron, who had four beds in the room. He went into the middle of the two beds and said, "Fred, George is with us. Bill and Charlie are in their room," he told Harry. "Percy is in a room by himself because he has to work."

"Well, why do you call that owl pig?" Harry asked Ron.

"Because he's a little stupid," Ginny said. "His pig's name is pi Weijun."

"Yes, it's not a stupid name like pig," Ron said sarcastically. "Ginny named it," he explained to Harry. "She thinks it's sweet. I want to change it, but it's too late to call another one. So it's a pig, and I have to keep it here because it annoys Percy. It's great, but it also annoys me. Come on

"Percy loves working? Harry sat down on a bed and watched the couderiganen cannon drive in and out of the poster on the ceiling.

"Like it?" Ron said in secret, "if dad didn't ask him to come back, he wouldn't have come back. He's fascinated. Don't mention his boss. According to Mr. crouch

As I told Mr. crouch According to Mr. crouch Mr. crouch told me that they would announce their employment contract at any time. "

"Employment contract..."

Harry was speechless. Percy was able to work in the Ministry of magic, of course, but it was announced that it was What the hell

"That's it. It's bad." Ron said, "except for mom, there are few people who take the initiative to deal with Percy. I don't want to be preached," Mr. crouch said Mr. crouch said, as if he believed in Mr. crouch"Maybe Mr. crouch is really excellent, so Percy... " Harry looked at Ron awkwardly. He didn't know what to say.

Talk about it?

Now it's quite embarrassing. Several people have nothing to say for a moment.

Ron's face is a little red. He shouldn't talk to Harry about this embarrassing thing, but he really hates Percy.

"I think I don't think they are arguing anymore... " Ginny said she tried to ease the embarrassment. "Let's go down and help Mom cook."

"Good," said Ron, and the four left Ron's room and went downstairs to see Mrs. Weasley sitting alone in the kitchen, looking very bad tempered.

"We'll eat outside the garden!" She said, "there's no place for ten people.

Children, can you take the dishes out? Bill and Charlie are setting the table. You two are in charge of knives and forks. "He said to Ron and Harry. She pointed her wand at the potatoes in the cellar, and a pile of potatoes peeled off and flew from the ceiling and the wall.

"Oh, for God's sake," she said, pointing to the dustpan, which jumped from there, slid across the floor of the room, and picked up the potatoes and put them in it. She said rudely, "the two guys," she was pulling the pot and the pot out of the kitchen cabinet. Harry knew who the two guys were pointing at, Fred and George, of course. "I don't know what's going to happen to them, really. No ambition, unless you don't want to cause them so much trouble... "

She set a large copper stew pot on the table and began to stir it with her wand, and the cream colored sauce flowed down the tip of the wand.

"They're not stupid," she went on, getting more and more angry, putting the copper pot on the stove, swinging her wand and lighting it. "But they're giving up on themselves. If they don't pull one of their own, they're in real trouble. There are more owls from Hogwarts about them than the rest put together. If they go on the way they are now, they will end up in the office of abuse of magic. "

Mrs. Weasley poked her wand at a drawer, which opened. Harry and Ron both dodged to get out of the way, several knives flew out of the drawer, flew over the kitchen, began to cut potatoes, the dustpan loaded them and sent them into the sink.

"I don't know where we are different from them," said Mrs. Weasley, putting down her wand and pulling out more copper pots. "It's been like this for many years, one thing after another.

They just don't listen. Oh, no brains! "

she picked up the wand and made a huge squeak, which turned it into a giant rubber mouse.

"Another fake wand for them," she yelled. "How many times have I told them not to leave them nearby."

She grabbed her stick and turned to find that the sauce on the stove was smoking.

"Come on," said Ron hastily to Harry, grabbing a knife from the open drawer. "Let's go help bill and Charlie."

They left Mrs. Weasley, out the back door and into the courtyard.

At seven o'clock, two tables were filled with Mrs. Weasley's excellent meals, and nine Weasleys and Harry had dinner in a dark blue cloudless sky.

It's paradise for a child who has been eating stale cakes all summer. At first, Harry just listened to the conversation and didn't join in. He was busy eating eggs and ham pies, boiling potatoes and salad.

Across the table, Percy was telling his father about the bottom of the pot.

Across the table, Percy was telling his father about the bottom of the pot.

"I told Mr. crouch that I would do it by Tuesday," Percy said triumphantly. "That's a little faster than he expected. I always have to be ahead. I finished in time and he would appreciate it. Now our department is very busy, because of the arrangements of the world cup, we don't get the help we need from the Ministry of magic movement. Ruth bagmon -- "

" I like Ruth, "Mr. Weasley said softly. "He got us such good tickets. I also gave him a little favor: his brother, Ott, got into a bit of trouble and used an abnormal power mower, and I got the whole thing right for him

"Oh, bagmond is a likable man," Percy said obediently, "but how could he be the head of the Department? When I compare him to Mr. crouch, I don't think Mr. crouch will lose any vote in our department. Have you noticed that Percy zokins has been missing for more than a month? She went to Albania for a holiday and never came back. "

"Yes, I just asked Ruth," Mr. Weasley frowned. "He said Percy had been missing several times before, but if it was someone in my department, I would have been worried."

"Oh, there's no hope for Percy, right," Percy said. "I hear she's been in a lot of trouble going down from one department to another, and that's been the case for many years. Bagmond should try to find her. Mr. crouch is personally interested in her. She has been in our department for a time. I think Mr. crouch likes her very much. However, bagmon just laughs that she may have read the wrong map and went to Australia instead of Albania. " Bosch sighed, "and go to other departments? It's enough for my department alone.You know, after the world cup, we have another big event to organize. "

he cleared his throat and looked all the way to the table, where Harry and Ron were sitting. "You know what I'm talking about, father," he raised his voice a little, "the top secret one."

Ron blinked his eyes and said to Harry, "he always wanted us to ask him about the big thing since he started working. Maybe it's a big pot show. "

In the middle of the table, Mrs. Weasley is arguing with bill about the earrings, which seem to have been worn recently.

“…… It's like carrying a terrible fangs. What do they say in the bank? "

"Mom, as long as I bring great wealth to my family, no one in the bank talks about my clothes." Bill said patiently.

"Your hair is a little silly, dear," said Mrs. Weasley, touching the wand fondly with her fingers. "I hope you'll let me trim it for you..."

"I like it," said Ginny, who sat next to bill. "Your ideas are out of fashion, mom. In other words, Professor Dumbledore is the same."

Next to Mrs. Weasley, Frey, George and Charlie are all talking happily about the world cup.

"It must be Ireland," Charlie said, mouthful of potatoes. "They tied up in the semi-final - Peru."

"Bulgaria has Viktor Krum." Said Fred.

"Krum is a decent player, but Ireland has seven." Charlie said, "I wish England would kill, but it was embarrassing, it was..."

"What?" Harry said with concern that he was very sorry that he had been isolated from the wizarding world and returned to privet street. Harry was very loyal and patriotic.

"Lost to trescia, 390-10." Charlie said unhappily. "It's shocking that Wales lost to Uganda and Scotland was slaughtered by Luxemburg."

It was a blow for England.

Others enthusiastically joined the discussion.

"Have you heard from Hermione?" Ron whispered, "by the way, and vaseline, I invited them."

"It should be tomorrow morning, with Hermione and van Lin, and Sirius." Harry said, "I don't think there's anything to worry about. I got a letter from Hedwig this afternoon."

"With Fanlin..." Ron mumbled. Harry didn't hear what he was talking about, but it was great to be in the burrow. He loved it.

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