Chapter 1,143

"So, Snape offered to help him? He did offer to help him?"

"If you ask again," said Harry, "I'll use this sprout bucket—"

"I'm just making sure!" Ron said coquettishly. They were standing alone by the sink in the kitchen of the Burrow, peeling a mountain of sprouts for Mrs. Weasley. Snow was falling outside the window in front of them.

In fact, this made Harry somewhat reluctant. No one would feel good if he repeated what he had said before, not to mention that Harry came to the Burrow at Dumbledore's request, and...

"Yes, Snape offered to help him!" Harry said impatiently. "He said he made a promise to Malfoy's mother to protect him, and made an Unbreakable Vow and all that - Vanlin told me that would kill him, and now it's certain that Snape was helping Malfoy, and Malfoy Working for the Death Eaters."

"Oh, well, I still don't understand why." Ron said, not stopping what he was doing. "That's an unbreakable vow. When I was about five years old, Fred and George had He wanted me to make an unbreakable vow, and I almost made it. I had already shaken hands with Fred, but my father just happened to find out and he was going crazy." Ron's eyes flashed with nostalgia. "This is the only time I've seen my dad get as angry as my mom. That's when the left side of Fred's butt changed."

"Yeah, okay, forget about Fred's left butt—"

"Say that again?" Fred's voice said as the twins walked into the kitchen. "Ah, George, look at this. They're using knives and stuff. God bless them."

"I'll be 17 in just over two months," Ron said roughly, "and then I can do these things with magic!"

"But now," George sat down at the kitchen table and put his feet up on it, "we can watch you show us how to use one properly—oops."

"You're the one who did it!" Ron said angrily, sucking his cut thumb. "You wait, when I am 17 years old -"

"You'll charm us with your as yet unknown magical abilities, I'm sure," said Fred, yawning.

"Speaking of your as yet unknown magical talents, Ron," said George, "how come we heard from Ginny that you were with a young lady named - unless our intel is wrong - La Wende Brown?”

Ron's face turned a little red, but he didn't seem angry when he turned to face Sprout.

"Mind your own business."

"What a stinging reply!" said Fred. "I really don't know what you think. No, what we want to know is...how did this happen?"

"What do you mean?"

"Did she have an accident or something?"

"What?"

"Okay, how did her brain get so damaged? Watch out, oh!" Mrs. Weasley walked into the kitchen just in time to see Ron throwing the sprout knife at Fred, who waved it lazily. Wave your magic wand and turn it into a paper airplane.

"Ron!" she said furiously, "Don't let me see you throwing knives again!"

"I won't," Ron said, "let you see it again," he added in a tiny voice, then turned back to face the mountain of sprouts.

"Fred, George, I'm sorry, darling, but Remus is coming over tonight, so Bill will have to sleep with you two."

"No problem," George said.

"Also, since Charlie isn't home, Harry and Ron are living in the attic, and if Fleur could be with Ginny -"

"—Then Ginny's Christmas will be a success—" Fred muttered.

"--then everyone's comfortable. Well, there's a bed anyway," Mrs. Weasley said, sounding a little tired.

"Then Percy's ugly face will definitely not appear, right?" Fred asked.

"No, I think it's because he's busy at the Ministry of Magic."

"Or because he's the world's biggest fool—"

Fred said as Mrs. Weasley walked out of the kitchen. "It has to be one or the other. Okay, George, let's go."

"What are you going to do?" Ron asked. "Can't you help us deal with these sprouts? Just move the magic wand and we will be freed."

"No! I don't think we're going to do that," Fred said seriously. "This thing can train people, learn to peel sprouts without magic, let you realize how difficult it is for Muggles and Squibs-"

"——Also, if you want to ask for help from others, Ron," George threw the paper airplane to him, "you shouldn't throw knives at them. Just a little advice. Let's go to the village. There is a paper airplane in the paper shop. Very pretty girls think my card tricks are amazing...almost like real magic..."

"Bastards," said Ron grimly, watching Fred and George walk out of the snow-covered yard, "it only takes them ten seconds and we can go too."

"I can't go," Harry said with some frustration. He remembered what the vampire told him at Slughorn's banquet, "I promised Dumbledore not to wander around when I'm here."

"Oh, right," said Ron. After peeling a few more sprouts, he said, "Are you going to tell Dumbledore what Snape and Malfoy said?"

"Yes," said Harry. "I'll tell anyone who can stop them that Dumbledore is number one. And I might even tell your dad."

"But it's a pity that you didn't hear what Malfoy was doing."

"Fan Lin said the same thing, but I couldn't hear it, right? This is the most important thing, and he didn't even tell Snape." Harry said silently, not knowing what Malfoy wanted to do, although I already have a clue, but it is still very difficult to actually grasp what.

After a moment of silence, Ron said, "Of course, you know what they're going to say, right? Dad, Dumbledore and all of them. They're going to say that Snape wasn't really helping Malfoy, he was just trying to Know what Malfoy is up to."

"Oh, of course," Harry said, "Hermione started... I mean..."

Harry looked at Ron's face. Ron looked a little uncomfortable, but Ron didn't say anything more.

"I mean, this is just a possibility. Fanlin told me this, and it's very possible..." Harry opened his mouth, wanting to tell Ron what the previous few people had analyzed.

So what would Ron say?

Are they crazy? Or is Malfoy crazy?

Of course, it's also possible that Harry has gone crazy. Anyway, this can't bring about any good results. With many years of experience, and when Hermione and Fanlin can't give any advice, Harry thinks it's better not to embarrass Ron. is better.

There are many people at the Burrow that you can ask, such as Mr. Weasley, or Remus?

"What's wrong, most likely what?"

"Malfoy..." Harry opened his mouth, "He may be destroying Hogwarts and acting as an inside agent for the Death Eaters."

"Oh, isn't that what he's been doing all along? It's nothing..." (To be continued)