Chapter 415 The Weasley Family

Before Loren and the others walked into the living room after washing their hands, they heard Molly's distressed and sobbing voice in front of the fireplace: "My poor Harry, look...he's so thin. Your uncle and aunt who hate wizards must be there. Abuse you..."

Harry arrived.

Loren, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, George and Frederic looked at each other and rushed over.

Arthur stood in front of the fireplace cleaning the soot from his body. Harry was held tightly in Molly's arms. His thin body was like a little chicken in Molly's arms. When he caught a glimpse of the onlookers standing in a circle, Harry couldn't help but Cheeks feel slightly hot.

Arthur wiped the soot off his body with a rag and put it aside: "You don't know, Molly, their dinner only has grapefruit, and everyone only has a little bit. I heard that the summer vacation has been over a month, and they have been Eat this!"

Molly felt even more distressed when she heard this: "Oh, my poor little pudding..."

"No...no, the Dursleys are urging cousin Dudley to lose weight, and I have snacks sent by Loren and the others..."

Harry awkwardly broke away from Molly's arms, not daring to look at Loren and the others' joking smiles.

"Oh..." Molly patted his cheek, as if comforting a child who hadn't gone to school, then smoothed his bangs away with her hand, placing her palm against his forehead, "Dear... whether you are at the Dursley's or not. How's it going, now that you're at the Burrow."

Molly stood up, straightened her apron, and showed off her head-of-the-household attitude: "Okay kids, you can play with Harry, Loren and Hermione for a while. I have to add some dishes to dinner!"

"George, Fred, send Errol - forget it, let Piggy rush Bill and Charlie to get them home as soon as possible...and let Hermes call Percy back!" Molly strode away. Entering the kitchen, leaving behind a broken murmur, "How can I work overtime at the Ministry of Magic every day and not even eat dinner at home..."

Arthur followed Molly and squeezed into the cramped kitchen to help.

George and Fred sighed and climbed the stairs to write their letters.

Harry walked to a few people in small steps and asked in a low voice: "It seems that Percy likes to work, right?"

"Like it?" Ron sighed sadly, "If dad doesn't force him to come back, he won't go home at all. He is a workaholic. You must not lead him to talk about their boss."

He shook his head, suppressed his voice and imitated Percy's posture, and said in a weird voice: "Mr. Crouch thinks...I said this to Mr. Crouch...Mr. Crouch thinks so... Mr. Crouch told me...we must pay attention to the international situation!"

Ron spread his hands: "You will know in the future, you can hear this kind of words eight hundred times a day."

Loren and the others couldn't help but laugh.

Such familiar jokes made them feel like they were back in the Gryffindor common room instantly after being separated for more than a month, and even the uneasiness about living in a strange environment faded away.

Ginny squeezed in from behind Hermione and asked in a chirping voice: "Harry, how are you doing during your summer vacation? Do your Muggle relatives really only give you grapefruit to eat? Did you receive the letter from us?" Have you got your goodies and other stuff?”

"I got it." Harry smiled. "I received both your congratulatory letter and the cake. Thanks to those cakes, otherwise I might really be starving."

So Ginny immediately blushed, shrank back and let out a giggle, which made Harry confused.

He wanted to ask Loren about Voldemort again, but Arthur poked his head out of the kitchen: "There's no room for twelve people here. We have to eat in the garden outside. Ginny, go get George and Fred." Red comes down to move the tables and chairs, kids, can you carry out these plates and cutlery?"

Through Arthur, they could see Molly working inside, like an experienced conductor, playing a grand symphony.

Lightly tap the potatoes in the pool with the tip of the stick, and the potatoes will rotate one by one, and the skin will fall off evenly. Then tap the dustpan, and they will automatically jump over and collect the potato skins... There is also a tap dance on the chopping board while chopping vegetables. The long kitchen knife, the wooden spoon that automatically stirs eggs in the ceramic bowl, the steaks ballroom dancing in the marinade basin...

The various ingredients and seasonings obeyed her instructions like a ballet, jumping into the big brass stew pot with joy.

Arthur knocked on the door frame with a spatula and smiled: "Hey! Kids, let's take action!"

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At six o'clock, Bill and Charlie apparated at the door, carrying sumptuous ingredients prepared for tomorrow.

This was the first time Harry saw Bill who looked like a rock singer. He looked surprised, and his eyes kept glancing at the long braided hair, earrings and dragon leather boots. However, he tried to hide his bright eyes. It seemed that Somewhat funny.

Charlie, who studies fire dragons in Romania, is a rough and gentle man. His appearance combines the characteristics of all the Weasleys. He has a square, broad face like a good gentleman and is covered with the same freckles as Ron. He is about the same height as the twins, and even He was shorter than Percy, but he was as strong and strong as Molly. His arm muscles were so bulging that his coat was bulging, and the exposed skin had many scars from fire burns.

"How are you, Harry, Loren, and Hermione?" Charlie greeted them with a grin, "You should really go to Romania to see Norbert, he is already a big boy."

After briefly shaking hands with them, Charlie went to do his own thing.

"Mysterious..." Ron tilted his head and muttered in a low voice, "He was originally reluctant to let go of those fire dragons and didn't plan to come back to watch the game, but he didn't know why he was willing to come back. Maybe he was scolded by his mother."

Loren immediately thought of the fire dragon in the Triwizard Tournament, and he immediately felt happy, hey, it's time to go home or go on a business trip.

At half past six, Percy hurried back from outside with a stack of papers. He simply said hello to Loren, Hermione and Harry, then ran upstairs and locked himself in the room.

At seven o'clock, the two tables creaked under the weight of the delicious dishes prepared by Mrs. Weasley's masterful hand.

The nine members of the Weasley family, as well as Loren, Hermione and Harry, all sat down to eat under the clear, dark blue sky of the summer night.

The taste of the dishes is not amazing, but the portions are very generous, giving people a feeling of being simple but not getting tired of eating. Anyway, Loren eats very well. Harry, who had been eating snacks, cakes and grapefruit for a month, loved the chicken and ham pie, boiled potatoes and salad so much that he couldn't even talk.

Ginny would add mushroom soup to him every now and then to prevent him from choking to death.

The sight of the two eating together made Molly smile, and even her words to blame Bill and the twins became much gentler.

Bill dealt with his mother's cross-examination and complaints slowly. Molly was very dissatisfied with his earrings and long hair.

Percy's expression was dazed, and he seemed to be still recalling things at work.

George and Fred seemed to regard Percy as a delicious accompaniment to their meal. They glanced at Percy, and then they pulled Charlie and murmured something under their breath, causing a burst of unsettling laughter.

Hermione put the deboned chicken wings on Loren's plate, wiped her hands with a napkin, raised her head and asked curiously: "Percy, what is the work of the Ministry of Magic like? Is it tiring?"

Percy, who had been in a daze a second ago, suddenly became energetic. Although he only had the idea of ​​​​going to the Minister of Magic to learn more, Percy still wanted to be promoted to a high position. He couldn't help but think that when the time comes, a senior deputy of the Ministry of Magic If the minister returns to school to help his professor, this will become the focus of discussion among many people...

He restrained his face and cleared his throat: "Ahem... The Ministry of Magic's work needs to be divided among people to see if it is tiring. Some people with great ambitions and outstanding abilities will always do a lot more work, which is very helpful for expanding their knowledge and promotion later. effect."

Loren swallowed the chicken wings and glanced at Percy quietly, then at Mr. Weasley, pondered for a moment, and asked: "Since some people do more, does that mean some people do less?"

Percy nodded with deep understanding and said in an indignant voice: "Yes, there are some people who would rather waste their extra time on meaningless things and just want to complete their work. Mr. Crouch said that such people will always be Not promoted."

Arthur, who was immersed in the meal, paused, slowly raised his head, and looked at his son with squinted eyes.

He suspected an assault, but he had no proof.

I'm afraid there's something wrong with it...

Hermione glanced at this person speechlessly and changed the subject: "Can I ask what the job content is?"

"Oh, the recent period has mainly been dealing with issues passed at the International Federation of Wizards, especially the Anti-Werewolf Act. Many people in the ministry have expressed the opinion that it should be repealed directly, but Ms. Umbridge, the senior deputy minister, has been insisting. "

Ron tilted his head and asked doubtfully: "So what does it have to do with you?"

Percy's tone suddenly weakened: "I have to be responsible for conveying and exchanging their opinions..."

"Oh, you're just a messenger." Ron stabbed Percy in the heart mercilessly.

"What's just a messenger!" Percy's face turned red. "I have to put their opinions into written content for reference when the ministry meets to make decisions. And Mr. Crouch has entrusted me with many important tasks. Now, we are going to test the thickness of the crucible according to the standard..."

Next, there were words like "taxes on foreign imports", "possible harm caused by thin-bottomed crucibles", "we are protecting the rights of wizards", etc. that they did not understand.

After dinner, they chatted in the garden and looked at the moon. They talked a lot, but most of them were irrelevant. Bill told about the greedy goblin in Gringotts in Egypt who broke into the tombs and contracted the strange dragon sore; Charlie talks about the dragon's interesting little habits; Percy talks about how important his job is...

Ginny pestered Hermione again and whispered some gossip that only girls knew. Loren and Harry listened to Ron telling interesting news about the Quidditch World Cup.

As the night got darker, Molly began to urge a few people to go into the house and wash up, and they seemed to have forgotten everything they had talked about in the garden.

After washing, it was time to go into the house and sleep. Molly had prepared sheets, quilts and pillows for them early. There was no need to buy anything else, just go up the stairs and go into the house to sleep.

The second floor was Ginny's room, which Hermione would share with her for some time to come.

The two rooms on the third floor are stacked next to each other. The twins and Percy originally lived on this floor. Now the twins' house is occupied by Charlie and Bill. Considering that Percy has to work, Molly did not free up his house to entertain guests. The fourth floor originally contained Bill's bedroom, but it is now filled with clutter, as well as their suitcases. Arthur and Molly lived next door.

Further up was Ron's room, located on the fifth platform up the narrow staircase at the top of the house, just below the ghoul's attic.

Harry opened the door and walked in. He stood at the door like a host instead of a guest, nodded frequently, and said in a dignified manner: "It's no different from the last time I came here."

Before he finished speaking, Ron pushed him in and stumbled onto the bed that filled the room.

Loren also saw clearly the bedroom of this wizard family. The walls and sloping roof of the room were covered with orange posters of the Chudley Artillery Corps. The logo of the Chudley Artillery Corps was printed everywhere: two black The letter "C" and a speeding cannonball. There is a fish tank with frog eggs on the small platform of the window.

There are five beds squeezed into the not-so-spacious room. The two on the left are quite spacious, and the three on the right are as crowded as Datong bunks. There is no space in between. The people sleeping inside have to get up from the outside beds. Cross over.

Ron was probably a little embarrassed. He scratched his face and explained sheepishly: "Bill and Charlie occupied George and Fred's room. Mom asked George and Fred to occupy the room on the fourth floor, but they were unwilling. , they can only squeeze together with us."

Harry lay down on the bed happily, obviously not thinking much about it. Compared to the storage room where he had slept, this was already good.

Loren patted his shoulder, stretched and sat down on the bed: "It's already very good here. I have slept in a cabin on the mountain before. You must not have thought that if you turn over at night, you will fall into a pile of dried grass. "

"You can't blame us!" George jumped into the innermost bed and lay down.

"It's all Bill and Charlie's fault!"

Fred stepped on the quilt on the outermost bed and walked in. Ron sighed when he saw it. He patted the dent on the quilt and said angrily: "Why do you do this? I want to sleep in it!"

"Sorry, that's not okay."

"Here's our darkest secret, Ronnie."

The twins each said one sentence, which made Ron want to be promoted from Ginny's sixth brother to fourth brother: "I won't sleep with you!"

"That would be great!"

"You're so sweet, Ronnie!"

Loren and Harry couldn't help laughing at this, which irritated Ron even more, and he moved his bed with the Chadley Cannon logo to the other side to draw a clear line between him and the twins.

Even with the lights out, the bickering between Ron and the twins didn't stop until Molly opened the window and yelled.

This big family...

Lying on the faded but ironed bed, with the fragrance of tree sap lingering on the tip of his nose and mouth, Loren guessed that Mrs. Weasley had added some branches to repel insects and mildew when cleaning.

The burrow is not shabby at all.