Chapter 468 The Depressed Weasley Brothers and Sisters

The genius remembers the address of this site in a second: (Apex Chinese), the fastest update! No advertisements! Seeing Maca walk into the door of their house, Fred and George immediately looked at each other and counted to three times, and then imitated The voice of their mother, Mrs. Weasley, exclaimed, "Oh - Merry Christmas dear, you seem to be losing weight again?"

Almost at the same time, a similar voice sounded from inside the door, even saying the same thing.

Fred and George immediately supported each other, leaning forward and back together with laughter.

Maca, who had just arrived in the living room, couldn't help laughing a few times when she heard the sound coming from behind her, and then walked towards the dining table not far from the door.

Mrs Weasley was already on her feet to meet them.

"Merry Christmas everyone." Maca greeted happily.

Luna beside him also gave her blessings, but her attention seemed to be attracted by the Christmas wreath hanging on the wall, and she kept looking into the mistletoe in the wreath!

They came by coincidence, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ron, Ginny, Harry... even Sirius was still here, a group of people sat around the dining table, having a lively breakfast.

It's a pity that he and Luna are already full, otherwise they could have a meal by the way.

"Maka, and Miss Lovegood...would you like some food together?" Mrs. Weasley warmly invited.

"No, no, we've already eaten." Maca hurriedly gestured, "Mrs. Make it your own!"

"Oh—that's a good point! This is your own home." Mr. Weasley nodded repeatedly, "Molly, come and sit down!"

As Maca himself said, he was not polite at all, he just pulled out a chair and sat down at the dining table.

He noticed that the expressions of Ron and Ginny seemed a little dull.

Soon he figured out the reason - Percy was still asleep, and the two of them should have known it only last night. The Weasleys didn't break the news to them when they were still at school.

"Harry, Ron, didn't you have a good Christmas Eve?" He took the initiative to find a topic that could mobilize the atmosphere, "Especially Harry, look! I said I would give you back a frisky Sirius, didn't I? "

"Oh yes! Thank you!" said Harry gratefully. "There's never been a better Christmas Eve than last night! Did you know that? Sirius sent me the coolest Christmas present!"

He said, but leaned closer to Maca's ear, and added in a very small voice: "But to be honest, I don't really like it...although it's really great."

"What is it?" Maca asked curiously.

"Yes—" Harry, who was about to blurt out, suddenly paused, opened his mouth, and glanced at Sirius again, "Oh... sorry, I promised what Sirius couldn't say."

"Really? It doesn't matter—it will be your mutual secret." Maca nodded, but also looked at Sirius, "I just hope that's not such a bad idea."

"Hey! What are you talking about!" Sirius said dissatisfiedly, holding the fork.

"In my opinion, Maca is right to be worried!" Mrs. Weasley squeezed him and said, "You always make some reckless things, let alone you don't have the slightest sense of consciousness?"

"Oh...Come on! Molly..." Sirius said helplessly, "I'm careful enough now."

"Okay! I'm just reminding you," Maca urged Harry, "no matter what gift it is, be careful when using it, and practice more to be sure!"

"You...you know what it is?" Harry asked in surprise.

"The gift that can make you so...well, so interested is nothing more than a better broom and a more difficult spell." Maca shrugged, and said in a low voice, "You already have the Firebolt for the broom, so it's probably A practical and powerful charm...isn't it?"

"Oh...don't guess..." Harry quickly covered Maca's mouth,

"I see, I will practice more."

Maca nodded, motioning for him to take his hand away quickly. Once this guy is in a hurry, he doesn't care about the severity, and he almost covers himself until he can't breathe.

The reason why Harry was so anxious was because he knew Maca had already guessed the answer.

The spells currently being taught cover a wide range of areas. The materials distributed by Maca alone include a large number of practical spells. As for the ones that are not listed above, apart from black magic, those are the ones that are more dangerous.

Among them, the one that can be taught to Harry now is undoubtedly the Apparition Charm.

Although this spell is quite difficult, for ordinary wizards, its main difficulty lies in a "determination". If the determination is not strong enough and the will is not decisive enough, the attention cannot be spread to every corner of the body, which is prone to accidents.

People who are prone to forgetting things are not suitable for learning this spell, because maybe you may forget a certain part of your body in place, right?

But for pure Gryffindors like Sirius and Harry, that's not a problem at all. Maybe in another two or three days, Harry will be able to use it to scurry around smoothly.

Of course, Maca can't care about these things, and now that Harry has learned some sense of propriety, he won't take the initiative to jump in front of Voldemort to find someone to duel.

After chatting at the dining table, Ron, who quickly settled the breakfast, took Harry and Maca to his room. As for Luna, she was troubled by Ginnyla looking for goblins in the garden outside.

Ron's room is at the very top of the Burrow, and above that there is only the attic. According to Ron, apart from some sundries, there was also a ghoul hidden in the attic.

Although the name of this magical creature sounds scary, most of it is actually not very dangerous. They are usually ugly, with a listless expression and buck teeth.

Ghouls can't hold much in their minds. They are tired and stupid. Besides making noises from time to time, they just find some spiders or moths to eat.

"...As long as it feels that the house is too quiet, it will knock on the pipe in the corner of the attic." Ron said indifferently, "But it basically has no chance to knock during the day, and if it is too late, it has to sleep."

As soon as the words were finished, Maca heard Mrs. Weasley's reprimand from downstairs again. It was probably because Fred and George made her unhappy again.

"I think we already understand why it didn't have a chance to knock," Maca smiled and pointed to the floor, "because your mother is there during the day."

"That's it." Ron spread his hands resignedly. "I wish Mum could take a break—I'd rather hear her knock on our pipes!"

It has been a long time since Maca visited Ron's room last time.

However, the appearance here has not changed much. Except for the "Wizard War Chess" given to him by Maca, most of the other places are related to Quidditch.

The surrounding walls and sloping ceilings are dominated by Quidditch posters - all of them, without exception, from the Chudley Cannons, and the main color of orange and yellow makes them very eye-catching.

The quilt cover on his bed was also from the Cannons, emblazoned with two black "c"s and an imposing gold cannonball. But I have to say, compared with what Maca saw back then, this quilt cover is already a bit old.

Ron is a loyal supporter of this British team. At its peak, he has won 21 consecutive UEFA Cup championships. But even Maca, who doesn't pay much attention to Quidditch matches, knows that this team is no longer good.

"Ron, why don't we go play Quidditch in the orchard behind?" Knowing that because of Percy's situation, although Ron didn't say anything, his mind must be very complicated, Maca suddenly said, "Take Ginny called too, and Fred and George, exactly three against three, how about it?"

"Where's Luna?" Harry asked hurriedly.

"Her?" Maca shrugged. "She prefers to watch..."

As soon as Ron heard that he was going to play Quidditch, he really became interested. It is conceivable that although he is not good at this sport, he is not inferior to anyone in terms of enthusiasm.

"That's a good idea!" Ron said excitedly, "Maka, how long has it been since you played Quidditch well—you must be on my team today!"

"Of course," Maca said with a smile, "Harry is now the ace of Gryffindor College, so it goes without saying for Fred and George... But, I think we'll let them have a try!"

"Then what are you waiting for, let's go! When Charlie came back last time, he left his old broom in the broom shed. If you had brought it with you, it would be enough—and Harry's Firebolt too!"

"Then what are you waiting for?" Maca showed a rare enthusiasm, "Let's go!"

"It would be nice if Hermione was here," Harry said regretfully, "how about we call her here first?"

"No, I want her to accompany her parents." Maca shook her head and said, "The Grangers are different from Ron's parents. It's not clear that they will look forward to the day when they will be reunited with their daughter."

"Oh... I think you're right," Harry suddenly realized, "It must be hard to wait patiently without knowing anything."

While talking, several people came to the third floor. There was a sign with Ginny's name on the door, so even a first-time visitor would find it difficult to misidentify the room.

The reason why they stopped here instead of going directly downstairs was because they heard the faint voices coming from inside. It seemed that Ginny and Luna had returned from the garden outside.

After Ron knocked on the door, it was quiet for a while, and then there was a slight sound of footsteps. I thought it must be Ginny who opened the door, but when the door opened, everyone realized that it was Luna standing at the door. Mobile phone users please browse and read for a better reading experience.