HP Magic Biography

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

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

I'm just confirming! Ron said awkwardly, 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 a little bit reluctant, and it wouldn't feel good for anyone to repeat 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 promised Malfoy's mother to protect him, and made an unbreakable oath or something - Fanlin told me that would kill him, and now it's certain that Snape is helping Malfoy, and Malfoy Doing work for the Death Eaters.

Oh, well, I still can't figure out why, said Ron, without stopping. It's an unbreakable bond. When I was about five years old, Fred and George He wanted me to make an unbreakable vow. I almost made it too, and I had already shaken hands with Fred, but my father just happened to find out. He was going crazy, Ron's eyes flashed with nostalgia I've seen Daddy get as mad as Mommy this time. Fred's left buttock has changed since then.

Yeah, well, forget about Fred's left butt—

Say that again? said Fred's voice, and the twins walked into the kitchen. Oh, George, look at this. They're using knives or something. God bless 'em.

I'm going to be seventeen in a little over two months, said Ron gruffly, and then I can do these things with magic!

But now, George said, sitting down on the kitchen table, resting his feet on it, we could appreciate you showing us how to use one properly - oops.

It's your fault! said Ron angrily, sucking his shaved thumb. Just wait until I'm 17—

You'll captivate us with your hitherto unknown magical talents, I'm sure, said Fred, yawning.

Speaking of hitherto unknown magical talents, Ron, said George, how did we hear from Ginny that you were with a young lady called—unless our information was wrong—La Wend Brown?

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

Mind your own business.

What a barbed answer! said Fred. I really don't know what you're thinking. No, what we want to know is...how did this happen?

What do you mean?

Did she have an accident, or something?

What?

Well, how did her brain get so badly damaged? Watch out, oh! Mrs. Weasley entered the kitchen just in time to see Ron throw the sprout knife at Fred, who waved it lazily. Wave your wand and it turns into a paper airplane.

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

I won't, said Ron, for you to see, he added in a tiny voice, before turning to face the mountain of sprouts.

Fred, George, I'm sorry, dear, but Remus is coming over tonight, so Bill has to sleep with the two of you.

No problem, George said.

Also, since Charlie isn't coming home, Harry and Ron live in the attic, and if Fleur can be with Ginny—

—then Ginny's Christmas will be over— muttered Fred.

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

So surely Percy's ugly face won't show up? asked Fred.

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

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

said Fred as Mrs. Weasley came out of the kitchen. One or the other. Well, then, George, let's go.

What are you going to do? Ron asked. Can't you help us deal with this pile of sprouts? Just flick your wand and we'll be set free too.

No! I don't think we'll do that, said Fred gravely. It's a training thing, learning to peel sprouts without magic, makes you realize how difficult that is for Muggles and Squibs—

—and, if you want to ask for help, Ron, said George, throwing the paper plane at him, you shouldn't be throwing knives at us. Just a little advice. We're going to the village, there's a Very pretty girls think my card tricks are amazing...almost like real magic...

Bastards, said Ron darkly, watching Fred and George come out of the snow-covered yard, it'll only take them ten seconds and we can go.

I can't go, Harry said dejectedly, remembering what the vampire had told him at Slughorn's banquet, I promised Dumbledore not to wander around while I was here.

Oh, yes, said Ron. After peeling a few more sprouts, he said, Are you going to tell Dumbledore what Snape and Malfoy were talking about?

Yes, said Harry. I'll tell anyone who can stop them, Dumbledore is number one. I'll probably tell your dad as well.

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

Fan Lin said the same thing, but I couldn't possibly hear it, right? This is the most important thing, and he didn't even tell Snape. Harry said silently, regarding 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, don't you? Daddy, Dumbledore and all of them. They're going to say that Snape wasn't really helping Malfoy, he just wanted to Know what Malfoy is thinking.

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

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

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

What would Ron say?

Did any of them go crazy, or did Malfoy go crazy?

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

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

What is it, most likely what?

Malfoy, he... Harry opened his mouth, He may be destroying Hogwarts, as the internal response of the Death Eaters.

Oh, isn't that what he has always done, it's nothing...

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