Chapter 829 Return

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In fact, once the party started, the heat never let up.

Ron was enthusiastically showing off his new broom to anyone who would listen.

"...There should be seventy yards per ten seconds, right? The Comet 90 series only has sixty yards, and it has a rather generous tail fin based on what kind of broomstick design?"

Hermione was discussing with Lupine her views on the rights of house elves with great enthusiasm.

"I think it's just as unjustifiable as the segregation of werewolves, isn't it? It all stems from wizards' horrible view of themselves as superior to other creatures..."

Mrs. Weasley still had regular arguments with Bill over his hair.

In fact, Mrs. Weasley was not satisfied with Bill's appearance. Because of this matter, Mrs. Weasley had discussed this matter with Bill more than once. Moreover, every conversation was painful, and Mrs. Weasley would always lead to... Some other questions.

For example, Tonks was treated warmly by Mrs. Weasley.

In the Weasley family, the most popular girl is Tonks. Hermione has long since become a thing of the past, and right now, Bill's affairs are the most important thing.

Bill has not yet confessed about Fleur. According to Fanlin's information, it is obvious that the two people hooked up. However, Mrs. Weasley obviously does not like Fleur. In Mrs. Weasley's opinion, Tang X is very good.

A born Animagus, his talent is undoubted, and he is also very pragmatic. He is also an Auror of the Ministry of Magic.

"...It's really beyond the limit. You are very handsome. If your hair were shorter, you would be much more handsome, wouldn't you, Harry?"

"Oh, I don't know -" Harry panicked slightly when asked about his opinion, and walked towards Fred, George and Mundungus gathered in the corner.

Mundungus fell silent when he saw Harry approaching, but Fred gave Harry a wink to come over.

"It doesn't matter," he told Mundungus, "we can trust Harry, he's our sponsor."

"Look what Oldton has brought us?" George said, spreading his hands to Harry. His palms were filled with what looked like withered black pods. Although they were completely still, they made a faint clicking sound. "These are the seeds of Poison Beard," George said. "We are going to use them to make a snake-cutting box, but they are prohibited trade items, so it will be a little troublesome for us to get them."

"How about these 10 sailing coins, Oldton?" said Fred.

"Think of the trouble I'm going to face, huh?" Mundungus said. His slack, bloodshot eyes were now narrowed wider. "I'm sorry, kids, but I won't make any if it's below 0 galleon coins."

"Don likes to make little jokes like this," Fred said to Harry. "Yes, his most proud moment so far was selling a pack of transformed feathers for six silver sickle coins."

"Be careful," Harry whispered to them.

"What?" Fred said, "It's okay, mom is busy whispering to prefect Ron."

"But Moody can see what you do with his magical eyes." Harry reminded. Mundungus glanced nervously behind him.

"Good reminder," he muttered, "Okay, kids, take the ten-gallon coin."

"Well done, Harry!" Fred said happily as Mundungus poured all the seeds in his pocket into the twins' hands and hurried to the table. "We'd better get these upstairs... …”

Harry watched them leave, feeling a little uneasy - the Weasleys had always wanted to know how Fred and George got the money for their 'Joke Shop', and they would eventually find out it had something to do with him. . Giving the prize money from the Triwizard Tournament to a twin brother seemed innocent enough at the time, but what if it caused turmoil in another family and caused the twin brother to become as estranged from the family as Percy was? If Mrs. Weasley found out that he helped Fred and George embark on careers she didn't want, would she still consider him her son? The twins went upstairs and Harry stood there, feeling guilty. Suddenly Harry heard someone say his name. Although there was conversation all around him, Kingsley's deep voice could still be heard.

"Why didn't Dumbledore choose Harry as prefect?" Kensley asked.

"He has his reasons," Lupine replied. "But doing this can show our trust in Harry. If it were me, I would choose to do this."

Kensley insisted, "Especially when the Daily Prophet is mocking Harry every few days..."

"However, there is that boy from the Order of the Phoenix, Fan Lin. In fact, I think he is more suitable, and he doesn't have so much trouble. After all, he is still your boss, Remus."

"You mean Fanlin, maybe Dumbledore has other arrangements for him. In fact, you also know that that kid's focus is not on Hogwarts..."

Harry didn't look back, he didn't want Lupin or Kensley to know he was listening to their conversation. Although not hungry, he returned to the table with Mundungus, his enthusiasm for the celebration evaporating as quickly as it had arrived - he wished he could go upstairs to bed, but he still wanted to wait for Sirius and the Hagrid returns. .

Moody was sniffing hard at a chicken drumstick, but apparently he didn't see any trace of poison, because he then ate it.

"The handle is made of Spanish rubber, coated with protective paint, and has an anti-shock device..." Ron was introducing it to Tonks.

"Click..."

Accompanied by a crisp sound, Mrs. Black's roar interrupted the pleasant atmosphere of the banquet.

"Oh, Sirius, I suggest you use a magic circle to protect the house. This will ensure that Mrs. Black does not receive any harm, and...oh, forget it, I thought someone would come to greet us."

"It doesn't look like we're very welcome."

With a bang, Harry saw Hermione immediately give up the topic she was most interested in, push away the table and rush out happily.

Harry quickly followed Hermione, and while he was still in the corridor, Harry saw Hermione throwing herself into someone's arms. The treatment was the same as when he arrived, but it seemed very different.

"You're back." Harry said excitedly, "Fan Lin, Sirius... uh... Didn't Hagrid come back with you?"

"Hagrid is enjoying the long-lost warmth of his relatives. Although this warmth is at a discount, you don't have to worry about whether Hagrid is doing well." Fan Lin said with a smile.

"I'm back."

Fan Lin gently pecked Hermione on the face, and then Hermione blushed and quickly withdrew from the arms, but only pushed away a little distance.

"I don't suggest you two do this here. Don't you see how big this place is?"

"Oh, I believe this is not a problem for Harry." Fan Lin said, but the two of them still made room for Harry.

"Sirius." Harry gave Sirius a hug with excitement on his face. Although he could be considered half the owner of this house while living here, there was always something missing since his godfather was not around.

"Sirius, you know...we've been abandoned and it looks like we'll have to join the party midway."

"Oh, of course, in fact, we have just started." Mrs. Weasley said, "Today is a day worth celebrating. The mission of the two prefects and the two of you has been a complete success."

"Two prefects?" Fan Lin looked at the girl next to him, "So, Sirius, do you still stick to your opinion?"

"Oh, of course, if it's really what you said, you can make a request."

"Very good." Fan Lin nodded, "So, our new Gryffindor prefects are Hermione and Ron?"

"How do you know?" Hermione looked at Fan Lin in surprise, "I thought you would think..."

"Myself, and Harry?" Fan Lin shook his head and said, "This is not a good choice. At least in Dumbledore's view, Harry is not suitable. As for me, you should know that I am not a good choice." willing."

"Yes, that's right, so let's go in, everyone is waiting." Mrs. Weasley said, "We have prepared some sumptuous dinners, and now we are waiting for you to join..." (To be continued)