HP Magic Biography

Harry turned faster and faster, his arms pressed against his body, and the hazy stove gleamed by him until he felt sick and closed his eyes. Then he felt his speed slow down, so he stretched out his hand to avoid falling face-down, and then walked out of the Weasley's fireplace.

"Did he eat?" Fred said excitedly, reaching out and pulling Harry to his side.

"Yes," Harry said as he stretched his waist, "what the **** is that?"

"Long tongue toffee," Fred said happily, "George and I invented it. There were some technical problems at the beginning, but the boy Fanlin didn't know where he went. Our owl couldn't find him."

"But we still developed it. We have been looking for someone to do experiments all summer..." George said, he seemed very excited, at least the long tongue toffee they made succeeded.

The little kitchen was full of laughter.

Harry looked around and saw Ron and George sitting at a clean wooden table. There were also two red-haired people. Harry had never seen them. But he immediately realized who they were: Bill and Charlie, the two older of the Weasley brothers.

"Harry, hello!" said the one who was closer to Harry. He smiled at Harry and stretched out his big hand. Harry shook hands with him, feeling calluses and blisters under his fingers. He must be Charlie. He lives with Dragon in Romania. Charlie looked like twin brothers, but he was shorter than Percy and Ron, but they were slender. His face is big and natural, the sun is bad and spotty, he looks completely tanned by the sun, his arms are strong and there is a scar on one arm.

Bill stood up smiling and shook hands with Harry. Harry was somewhat surprised by his arrival. He works for a Makai Bank, and he was once Hogwarts’ kid king. Bill is really like a copy of Percy, but older than him, they are very sensitive to breaking regulations, making fuss, and they like to dictate to others. But Bill had nothing else to describe his coldness. He is tall, with long hair and a ponytail. He wears an earring, like a venomous tooth. His clothes looked more suitable for rock concerts, and Harry recognized that his boots were not leather, but dragon leather.

Before anyone could say anything else in the future, he heard a soft "bang" and Mr. Weasley returned, standing next to George's shoulder. He looked angry, and Harry had never seen him so angry.

"It's not a joke, Fred," he roared, "what did you eat for him?"

"I didn't give him anything," Fred said, and smiled surreptitiously. "I just dropped it,... it was his own fault. He walked over and ate it by himself. I never called it. He eats."

"You deliberately dropped it," Weasley roared, "you know he will eat, you know he is greedy..."

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

"It was four feet long before his parents asked me to shrink it."

Harry and the Weasley family burst into laughter again.

"Not funny at all!" Mr. Weasley said, "That kind of behavior seriously damaged the relationship between the wizard and the Muggles! It took me half my life to resolve the Muggle's misunderstanding of us, but my son..."

Fred said angrily, "We didn't give him the sugar just because he was a Magistrate."

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

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

"Not like that!" Weasley said angrily. "You are waiting for me to tell your mother..."

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

Mrs. Weasley had just entered the house. She is a short and plump woman with a kind face, but her eyes are narrowed because of doubt.

"Hey, Harry, my dear," she smiled and greeted Harry and turned her eyes quickly to her husband. "Arthur, tell me what?"

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 stared at Mrs. Weasley nervously, and there was another silence.

Then, a little red-haired girl came out of the kitchen. It was Ginny, the youngest sister of the Weasley family.

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

"Arthur, tell me what?" Mrs. Weasley asked again, her tone hard.

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

"What did they do this time?" Mrs. Weasley said. "If this matter has anything to do with the Weasley Wizard hilarious bullet..."

"Why don't you let Harry see where he sleeps, Ron?" Ginny said from the doorway.

"He knows where he sleeps," Ron said. "In my room, he sleeps there..."

"We can all go." Ginny said, and then she pointed at Fred and George.

"Oh," Ron said, also understanding, "Okay."

"Okay, let's come too." George said.

"You are here!" said Mrs. Weasley.

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

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

Ron and Ginny laughed.

"Mom found a bunch of orders while tidying Fred and George's room." Ron said calmly. "It's a long price list with things they invented. It's all funny things, you know. Fake wands, magic candy... It's funny, I never knew they were inventing..."

"We've heard the explosion sound from their room a long time ago, but we never thought they were really'making' things," Ginny said. "We think they just like that sound."

"It's just that most things-oh, everything-are a little dangerous,"

Ron said, "They were going to sell at Hogwarts and make some money, and my mother went crazy. Tell them not to rebuild anything and burn all the orders... She was really furious with them. They didn't reach her. Expected OWL."

"Then it must be arguing now," Ginny said, "because Mom wants them to enter the Ministry of Magic like Dad, and they say they want to open a funny shop.

At that moment, a door on the second platform opened, and a face came out, wearing antler-rimmed glasses with a very angry expression.

"Hi, Percy." Harry said.

"Oh, Harry," Percy said. "I'm thinking about who is so noisy. I'm working, and I have a report to be completed. Some people are walking up and down like thunder. It's hard to concentrate."

"We didn't walk like thunder," Ron said angrily. "We are walking. If we interrupt the super secret work of the Ministry of Magic, I'm sorry."

"What are you up to?" Harry said.

"Write a report for the National Ministry of Magical Cooperation," Percy said pretentiously. "We want to standardize the thickness of the cauldron. 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 certain international law, we will find that the market will be full of low-quality, shallow-bottomed items, seriously endangering..."

"Yes, yes." Ron interrupted him and started going upstairs. Percy slammed the door shut. Harry, Ginny followed Ron up three more flights of stairs, and there was a loud roar from the kitchen, as if Mr. Weasley had told Mrs. Weasley about the "Taffy."

Ron's room was on the top floor of the house, and it looked the same as when Harry came last time. The same posters of Ron’s favorite Quidditch team were posted; the Kudli Cannon was hung on the wall and rotated on a slightly sloping ceiling; the fish tank where frog eggs was previously installed on the windowsill now has a particularly large Frog. Ron’s rat is splattered. It should be said that Peter Pediru is gone, but there is a very small gray owl that once helped Ron send the letter to Harry on Puriwhite Street. It was up and down in a small cage. Jumping, triumphantly twittering non-stop.

"Okay, pig," Ron said. There were four beds in the room. He walked between the two beds and said, "Fred, George is with us, Bill, Charlie is in their room. "Here," he told Harry, "Percy is a man and a house because he wants to work."

"Uh, why did you call that owl "pig"?" Harry asked Ron.

"Because he is a bit stupid," Ginny said, "Its'pig' name is Pi Weijun."

"Yes, that's not a stupid name like'pig'," Ron said sarcastically. "Ginny gave it the name," he explained to Harry. "She thinks the name is sweet, I I wanted to change it, but it was too late, and it was told that it would not agree to anything else. Therefore, it became a'pig' and I had to raise it here because it annoyed Percy. Although it was said to be great, it also Annoy me, come on."

"Percy loves work? Harry sat down on a bed and watched the Kudley Cannon drove in and out of the poster on the ceiling.

"Like?" Ron said secretly, "He wouldn't be back if his father didn't want him to come back. He is fascinated. Don't mention his boss. According to Mr. Crouch...

Like 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 a little speechless. It was a good thing for Percy to work in the Ministry of Magic, but it was...what the hell...

"That's it, it's terrible." Ron said. "Except for Mom, almost no one will take the initiative to talk to Percy. I don't want to be preached. Mr. Crouch said... Mr. Crouch said, just As if he believed in Mr. Crouch."

"Maybe... Mr. Crouch is really good, so Percy..." Harry looked at Ron a little embarrassed, he didn't know what to say.

Awkward chat?

It is very embarrassing now, and a few people have nothing to say for a while.

Ron's face was a little red, and he shouldn't have discussed this embarrassing thing with Harry, but he really hated Percy.

"I think...I think they are no longer arguing..." Ginny said, she tried to ease the embarrassing atmosphere, "Let's go down and help mother cook."

"Okay," Ron finished speaking, and the four of them left Ron's room, went downstairs, and saw Mrs. Weasley sitting alone in the kitchen, looking very grumpy.

"We will eat outside the garden!" she said, "there is no place for ten people.

Children, can you take the plates outside? Bill and Charlie are setting the table, and you two are in charge of the knife and fork. "He said to Ron and Harry. She pointed her wand at the potatoes in the cellar, and a lot of potatoes were peeled one by one, jumping from the ceiling and the wall.

"Oh, for God's sake," she said, pointing at the dustpan, and then it jumped up from there, slid across the floor of the room, and picked up the potatoes and put them inside. She said roughly, "Those two guys," she was pulling out the pots and pots from the kitchen cabinet. Harry knew who those two guys were. Of course it was Fred and George. "I didn’t know they would What happened, I really don’t know. No ambition, unless you don’t want to cause them so much trouble..."

She placed a large copper saucepan on the dining table and began to stir in it with her magic wand, the creamy sauce flowing down from the tip of the wand.

"They are not stupid," she continued, speaking more and more angry, and put the copper pot on the stove, set her magic wand to light the stove, "but they are giving up on themselves. If the two of them don't pull themselves, they There is a real problem. There are more owls flying from Hogwarts about them than the others combined. If they continue to walk the way they are now, they will finish playing in the Office of Abuse of Magic."

Mrs. Weasley stabbed the wand against a drawer of the knife, and the drawer opened. Harry and Ron both stepped aside to make way, a few knives flew out of the drawer, flew over the kitchen, and began to cut potatoes with the dustpan holding them and sending them into the sink.

"I don't know how we are different from them," Mrs. Weasley said, and she put down her wand and pulled out more copper pots. "It has been like this for many years, one thing after another.

They just don’t listen, oh no brains! "

She picked up the wand and let out a huge squeak, the wand turned into a huge rubber mouse.

"It's their fake wand again," she yelled, "how many times have I told them not to put them nearby."

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

"Come on," Ron said to Harry hastily, 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, the two tables were filled with Mrs. Weasley's excellent meals, and the nine Weasleys and Harry had dinner under the deep blue cloudless sky.

For a kid who has eaten stale cakes all summer, this is heavenly. At first, Harry just listened to other people's conversations without joining. He was busy eating egg ham pie, boiled potatoes and salad.

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

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

"I told Mr. Crouch that I would finish it by Tuesday," Percy said triumphantly. "That was faster than he expected. I always have to go ahead. I finished it in time and he will appreciate me. Now our department is very busy. Because of the various arrangements of the World Cup, we have not learned from magic sports. The Ministry got the help we needed. Neutrogena Bagmon--"

"I like Neutros," Mr. Wesley said softly. "He got such a good ticket for us. I also gave him a little favor: his brother, Otter, got into trouble, using an abnormally powered lawnmower, I did the whole thing for him. "

"Oh, Bagmont is a likable person," Percy said obediently, "but how could he be the head of the department? When I compare him with Mr. Crouch, I see, Crouch Sir will not lose any votes in our department. Have you noticed that Percy Zorkins has been missing for more than a month? She never came back after going on vacation in Albania."

"Yes, I just asked Neutros," Mr. Wesley said with a frown. "He said Percy had been missing several times before, but if it was someone in my department, I would be worried. Up."

"Oh, there is no hope for Percy, right," Percy said, "I heard that she was demoted from one department to another. There have been a lot of troubles. This has been the case for many years. Bagmon should try to find She. Mr. Crouch took an interest in her personally. She also stayed in our department. I think Mr. Crouch liked her very much. However, Bagmont just laughed that she might have read the wrong map and went to Australia. It's not Albania." Bercy sighed, "Going to find members of other departments? There is enough for my own department.

You know, after the World Cup, we have to organize another major event. "

He cleared his throat and looked all the way to the table, where Harry and Ron were sitting there. "You know what I'm talking about, father," he raised his voice slightly, "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 the exhibition of the thick-bottomed cauldron."

In the middle of the table, Mrs. Weasley was arguing with Bill about the earrings, as if they had only been wearing them recently.

"...It really seems to have brought a terrible big fang, what did they say in the bank?"

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

"Your hair is a little silly, dear," Mrs. Weasley said, and stroked her wand with her fingers. "I hope you let me trim it for you..."

"I like it," said Ginny, who was sitting next to Bill. "Your ideas are not fashionable anymore, Mom, in other words, so is Professor Dumbledore."

Beside Mrs. Weasley, Freire, George and Charlie all talked about the World Cup happily.

"It must be Ireland," Charlie said, mouthful of potatoes. "They were tied in the semifinals-Peru."

"Bulgaria has Viktor Krum." Fred said.

"Krum is a decent player~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but there are seven in Ireland." Charlie said, "I hope that England will kill, but it is embarrassing, it is really..."

"What?" Harry said concerned, regretting that he was cut off from the wizarding world and returned to Puriwhite Street. Harry was very loyal and patriotic.

"Lost to Tracivinia, 390 to 10." Charlie said irritably. "Shockingly, Wales lost to Uganda and Scotland was slaughtered by Luxembourg."

This is a blow to England.

Others enthusiastically joined the discussion.

"Do you have news from Hermione?" Ron whispered, "Yes, there is Fanlin, I invited them."

"It should be tomorrow morning, with Hermione and Fanlin, and Sirius." Harry said, "I don't think there is anything to worry about. I got a reply from Hedwig in the afternoon."

"With Fanlin..." Ron mumbled. Harry didn't hear what he was talking about, but it felt great in the Burrow. He liked it here.