Chapter 418 Parental Heart

On the landing of the burrow in the village of Ottery Saint Catchpol, in the utility room on the fourth floor, a soft white light group and an orange-yellow columnar light kept shaking, dragging a short, fat, and a The tall and thin figure was constantly swaying and elongated.

Arthur held an old flashlight with its shell removed in one hand and a wand with a fluorescent spell on it in the other. He watched helplessly as his wife rummaged around in the utility room. The old display window was pulled out and the drawers were opened to contain the children. The small boxes of childhood toys that were opened and the various containers that were rummaged through all reflect the wife's stubbornness.

Ever since he came home from get off work, Molly had been dwelling on George and Fred's mistakes.

Even though he was already lying in bed, he still couldn't let go. He had to pull him up in the middle of the night and rummage through the house looking for prohibited items that might be hidden. Seeing that Molly was about to dig deeper into the utility room, and a power strip he had hidden was about to be uncovered, Arthur quickly took his wife's hand.

"Oh, my little Molly, don't worry about it so seriously..." Arthur sincerely advised, "I've seen what they made, and it's not enough to violate the Ministry of Magic's ban... And I have to admit, they You’ve put your knowledge of Potions and Charms to use, haven’t you?”

"I don't need them to apply what they learned, I need them to learn how to fill in the test paper." Molly's expression was a little irritable, "Have you ever seen their O.W.L test scores? George and Fred combined can't keep up. Percy."

"..." Arthur closed his mouth knowingly.

"I can imagine what they will be like in the future, just like those people in Borgin Burke's store - bad grades, weird, always tinkering with things that can be easily investigated..."

Molly wiped her eyes as she spoke, with a bitter nasal voice: "You will regret it then. No one is willing to hire them, and you can only make a living by reselling things - oh, who is on top?"

"Um, it's me..." Loren stood up from the corner of the stairs, "I'm very sorry, sir, madam, I just came out to use the bathroom, I didn't mean to hide here and eavesdrop."

"Oh, Loren." Molly hurriedly hid behind Arthur, wiping the water from her eyes in a panic.

Arthur shined the flashlight in his direction and raised his voice slightly: "It's okay, Loren, go back to sleep."

"Please wait..." Molly calmed down and exhaled, looked at Loren for a while, and said hesitantly, "I want to ask you about George and Fred at school."

Loren walked softly downstairs and came to Arthur and Molly.

Molly's mood seemed to be very complicated. Her eyes were not as fierce as the head of the Weasley family, but rather confused. She knelt down and looked at Loren: "Dear, tell me, have they ever sold these messes in school before?" s things."

Loren shook his head: "Although some interesting inventions have been displayed before, they have not been sold openly."

Molly breathed a sigh of relief, paused, and then asked, "Are they always causing trouble in school and annoying the professors?"

"There is no such thing." Loren looked at the somewhat old woman in front of him and asked softly, "Mrs. Weasley, although Percy has just graduated from school, Ron and Ginny are still in school. Could it be that Didn’t they tell you about what happened at school?”

Molly and Arthur thought about it silently. They would more or less mention some things that happened at school, but most of them would accuse George and Fred of being naughty, especially always teasing Ron... Think about it carefully, although There were always violations of school rules, points deducted by Filch, and confinement by Professor McGonagall, but there were no particularly serious mistakes.

Molly wanted to say something several times, but she couldn't find the words to refute and belittle her two sons when she saw the look in her eyes.

"Mrs. Weasley, you always said in the afternoon that they have no ambition. I would like to ask what ambition you expect?" Loren suddenly asked softly.

Molly was stunned for a moment and replied subconsciously: "I hope they can go to school peacefully and find a stable job like Bill and Charlie after graduation -"

"Don't be like Charlie, raising a fire dragon is not a good job." Arthur interrupted.

"Then earn enough Galleons, buy a decent house, start your own family, have your own children, and live a relaxed and comfortable life. It would be best if you could have a house elf...is that right?" Loren Fill in the unfinished expectations for Molly.

Arthur tilted his head and frowned, as if he was imagining that kind of life.

Molly frowned. This description seemed to be in line with her expectations for the children, but she felt something was wrong. After thinking for a long time, she couldn't describe her thoughts. She just said dullly: "It doesn't have to be a decent house. No need for house elves..."

Loren said softly: "You can also find a place they like and build their own house layer by layer starting from the pigsty. House elves don't need it either. They can learn how to cook food from the housework magic book, and learn how to Knit sweaters with wool, right?”

Arthur and Molly were both stunned. They suddenly realized that the life Loren described was their own life. They had lived together for many years, accumulated wealth bit by bit, and built the burrow layer by layer in their minds. emerge.

As a member of the ancient pure blood, Weasley gradually declined because he did not want to be involved in businesses that were full of dirty calculations. The signs of Arthur Weasley's closeness to Muggles began to be revealed as early as their father's generation, which made it even more... Pureblood wizards in the wizarding world look down upon them.

Molly's Prewett family also gradually declined. Her brother was besieged by five Death Eaters during the First Wizarding War and was unfortunately killed.

Two members of a run-down family came together. Some of their rich relatives looked down upon this marriage, let alone their run-down home...

The Burrow originally had only one floor of pigsty, and Arthur built a house next to it. As they had more and more children, the house became taller and taller, and decades passed before they knew it.

"Do you think it's hard? Do you regret your decision?"

"us……"

At this time, Loren turned around and walked slowly upstairs. His steps were very light, but the wooden floor was too old and it still made a slight creaking sound: "Although I don't know what George and Fred's trick shop will do." It will not be a commercial success, but I think they will still be happy even if they are still building their stores brick by brick and layer by layer many years later."

…

The creaking sounds upstairs gradually faded away and disappeared.

The flashlight in Arthur's hand was extinguished at some point, leaving only the fluorescent light cluster on the tip of the stick emitting a faint light. Molly's eyes reflected a little light, and the couple just stood at the door of the utility room. Until the moon hangs from the treetops in front of the window.

Molly suddenly took steps to walk downstairs, which was obviously not the direction back to the bedroom.

"Molly?" Arthur looked at his wife in shock, "Where are you going so late?"

"Go and pack up the garbage that will be thrown away tomorrow." Molly's voice slowly came over, "I packed those weird stuff in a separate bag. It shouldn't get dirty... I can do it even if it gets dirty. Wash it clean."

"Wait for me, Molly..."

Arthur shook the flashlight in his hand, and the bulb only flickered. The weak light quickly went out and never lit again. He muttered depressedly, "The battery is broken again. Really, why didn't I ask just now?" How should Loren fix these batteries…”

While flicking the unlit flashlight, he bent downstairs to chase Molly.

Fortunately, Molly has always been in the habit of sorting garbage. The bag of fake magic wands, Fat Tongue Toffee, and other messy things were well wrapped in paper bags and separated from the kitchen waste without any damage.

…

At the end of the corridor of Riddle House on the hill outside Little Hangleton Village, in a small room on the second floor that had been closed for a long time, the slightly opened door was filled with faint firelight, casting an orange-yellow beam on the dark floor. light and shadow.

With the help of the faint firelight, Frank Bryce, the old gardener who had worked at Riddle House for decades, could clearly see the furniture covered in white cloth, the wooden stairs covered with heavy dust, and the ivy creeping in from the corner.

The winding and twisted vines made the place look like a cold cave inhabited by poisonous snakes. The air was filled with a faint smell of mold and rot. The room was dark and deep, and along with the faint firelight, there was a cold and hoarse voice.

"We need to get the Dementor quickly. We don't have a suitable body, and the road here is wearing me out."

Frank put down his crutches and carefully moved his stiff legs and feet. The thick dust and unfamiliar military skills prevented him from making any footsteps. He leaned sideways and approached the door, carefully peering through the narrow gap.

An unkempt woman stood next to the chair, her posture humble and slightly bowed, her expression solemn.

"But...Master, we clearly have a better choice. You can be truly resurrected at any time, right?"

The woman said to the chair, "If we use another wizard, whether male or female, the matter can be solved quickly! Whether it's me or Fenrir Greyback and the guys, it only takes half a day. Bring you a suitable candidate."

"Of course I can use another wizard..." A cold voice came from the chair, "You don't understand at all, Bellatrix, that boy has unique magic power... I have my own reasons for using him. I’ve been waiting for this for thirteen years, and a few more months won’t hurt.”

"In this case... Master, please allow me to say something." The woman said sincerely, "We must act as soon as possible. Hogwarts is about to start school, and the boy will soon return to the castle and be protected by the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore. Liduo is closely guarded."

"Don't worry, don't worry, the most important thing right now is to find a suitable body for me..." The cold voice slowed down, "And now, we have guests."

The strange-looking woman looked toward the door and caught his eye, and Frank was startled.

"Invite him in, Bellatrix, and be polite."

The cold voice came from behind the old armchair in front of the fireplace, but Frank couldn't see the speaker. The strange woman had a ferocious smile on her face, like a hungry snake seeing a plump body. Like a mouse.

Frank's whole body was shaking violently, and what he longed for most now was to return to bed with a hot water bottle in his arms, but his dilapidated body seemed not to obey his orders at all, and he limped into the house.

"Did you hear everything, Muggle?" the cold voice joked playfully.

"What did you call me?"

"Muggle -" the weird woman explained with a sneer, "that is to say, you are not a wizard."

"I don't know what you mean by wizard." As a retired soldier, Frank can remain calm in the face of danger. "I must tell you, my wife knows that I am here. If I don't go back -"

"You don't have a wife."

The cold voice said slowly, "No one knows that you are here, and you have not told anyone that you are here. Muggles, don't lie to Lord Voldemort, he knows everything... knows everything..."

A green light flashed.

Frank Bryce collapsed to the ground. He was already dead before he fell. The expression on his face was a mixture of fear and horror, exactly the same as the Riddle family who died tragically decades ago.

Hundreds of miles away, the boy named Harry Potter jerked awake.

The lightning-shaped scar on his forehead was burning and painful, as if a red-hot iron wire had been branded on it, and the flesh had been scorched. Harry calmed down for a while, sat up from the bed, fumbled for his glasses and put them on, and the scene in the bedroom became clear.

Loren and the twins' beds were already empty, and only Ron was still snoring and sleeping soundly. Harry lifted the quilt and got out of bed while recalling the dream just now.

Downstairs, in the living room, Loren was helping Hermione comb out the tangles in her hair.

Arthur and Percy sat together and read today's Daily Prophet. Percy said something from time to time, seemingly analyzing the international situation.

The bag of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes products was still placed on the dining table. George and Fred lowered their heads and stood in front of Mrs. Weasley - even though they were taller than Mrs. Weasley now, they looked It's like Mrs. Weasley is the taller one.

"...I can return these things to you, and you can continue to do your business." Mrs. Weasley put her hands on her hips and looked up at the twins with some difficulty. Seeing their sudden joyful expressions, she sternly said,

"But you have to make sure you don't get into trouble because of these things. You must let your father review them! In addition, if you get into trouble because of these things in school and I receive a letter of complaint from Professor McGonagall, then you will not be able to get into trouble until you graduate. Don’t do these things again!”

George and Fred's eyes suddenly widened and they looked at their mother in surprise, almost getting carried away with joy.

George said carelessly: "Don't worry, we will definitely not let Professor McGonagall catch us!"

"What?" Molly stared at them.

George and Fred didn't care. They lowered their heads and kissed Molly on the cheek. They raised their hands and cheered: "Long live Mom!"

"Don't think that I will relax my requirements if you do this..." Molly tried her best to keep a serious expression on her face, but she couldn't hold back the smile on her lips.

Harry couldn't help but laugh when he saw this scene, and even the pain from the scar on his forehead subsided.