HP Magic Biography

Harry spun faster and faster, arms clung to his body, the dim fire flickering past him, until he felt sick and closed his eyes. Then he felt his speed slow, so he held out his hand so as not to fall on his face, and walked out of the Weasleys' fireplace.

Did he eat? said Fred excitedly, reaching out to pull Harry to his side.

Yes, said Harry, straightening up, what the hell is that?

Longtongue Toffee, Fred said happily, George and I invented it. There were some technical problems at the beginning, but that boy Fanlin ran off somewhere, and our owls couldn't find him.

But we still developed it. We have been looking for someone to test it all summer... George said, he looked very excited, at least the long tongue taffy they made was successful.

The small kitchen laughed like thunder.

Harry looked around and saw Ron, George sitting at a well-scrubbed wooden table, and two redheads Harry had never seen before. But he realized right away who they were: Bill and Charlie, the older of the Weasley brothers.

Hi, Harry! said the one of the two who was closer to Harry. He smiled at Harry and held out his big hand. Harry shook his hand, feeling calluses and blisters under his fingers. He must be Charlie, he lives with dragons in Romania. Charlie looked like the twins, but shorter than Percy and Ron, while they were taller. His face was large, natural, heavily sunburned, blotchy and looked totally suntanned, his arms were muscular and there was a scar on one arm.

Bill stood up, smiling, and shook Harry's hand too. Harry was somewhat surprised by his arrival. He works for a Devil's Bank, and he used to be Hogwarts' King of Children. Bill was like a double of Percy, but older, and they were both very sensitive to breaking the rules, fussing over molehills, and bossing around. But Bill had no other words to describe his indifference. He was tall, with long hair in a ponytail. He wears an earring like a fang. His clothes looked more suitable for a rock concert, and Harry recognized his boots were not leather but dragon hide.

Before anyone could say anything else, there was a soft bang, and Mr. Weasley came back, standing by George's shoulder. He looked angry, Harry had never seen him so angry.

That's no joke, Fred, he growled. What the hell did you feed him?

I didn't give him anything, said Fred, with another sly smile, I just dropped it, . . . it was his own fault, he walked over and ate it, and I never called He eats.

You dropped it on purpose,

growled Weasley. You know he'll eat it, you know he's a glutton...

How big is his tongue? George asked eagerly.

Four feet long before his parents asked me to shrink it.

Harry and the Weasleys laughed again.

It's not funny at all! said Mr. Weasley. That kind of behavior has seriously damaged the relationship between wizards and Muggles! I have spent half my life trying to dispel Muggle misconceptions about us, and yet my son...

Fred said angrily, We didn't give him candy because he's a Maggot.

No, we gave it to him because he likes to be a bully, said George. Right, Harry?

Yes, he is, Mr. Weasley, said Harry seriously.

That's not it! said Weasley angrily. You wait until I tell your mother...

Tell me what? said a voice behind him.

Mrs. Weasley had just entered the room. She was a short, plump woman with a kindly face, but her eyes were squinting in doubt.

Hi, Harry, dear, she said hello to Harry with a smile, and then quickly turned her eyes to her husband, Arthur, tell me what?

Mr. Weasley hesitated. Harry knew that no matter how angry he was with Fred and George, he didn't really want to tell Mrs Weasley. Mr. Weasley's eyes were fixed on Mrs. Weasley's nervously, and there was another silence.

Immediately afterwards, another little girl with red hair came out from the kitchen, that was Ginny, the youngest sister of the Weasley family.

Ginny was a little excited to see Harry coming, but Mrs. Weasley was here, and Ginny still didn't dare to make a fuss, at least, when Mrs. Weasley was so serious.

Arthur, tell me what? Mrs. Weasley asked again, her tone hard.

Nothing, said Mr. Weasley. It's Fred and George. I had a fight with them just now.

What did they do this time? said Mrs. Weasley. If this has anything to do with the Weasley Wizard Bombshell...

Why don't you show Harry where he sleeps, Ron? said Ginny, standing in the doorway.

He knows where he sleeps, said Ron, in my room, where he sleeps on...

We can all go, said Ginny, and then she pointed to Fred and George.

Oh, said Ron, understanding, Okay.

Okay, we'll come too, said George.

There you are! said Mrs. Weasley.

Harry and Ron walked slowly out of the kitchen, down the long corridor and up the rickety stairs with Ginny.

What does Weasley's wizard bomb mean? Harry asked as he climbed the stairs.

Ron and Ginny laughed.

Mum found a bunch of order sheets when she was tidying up Fred and George's room, said Ron quietly. Long price list of things they invented themselves. Funny stuff, you know. Fake wands, magic candies... funny, I never knew they were inventing...

We'd heard explosions coming from their room a long time ago, but we never thought they were actually 'building' something, Ginny said. We thought they just liked the sound.

It's just that most things — oh, everything — are kind of dangerous,

Ron said, They were going to sell at Hogwarts and make some money, and Mum went crazy. Tell them not to make anything more, and burn all the orders...she really pissed at them. They didn't reach her Expected O.W.L.

So there's going to be a lot of quarrel now, said Ginny, because Mum wants them to go to the Ministry of Magic like Dad, and they say they want to open a funny shop.

Just then, a door on the second platform opened and a face poked out, wearing antler-rimmed glasses, had an angry expression.

Hi, Percy, said Harry.

Oh, Harry, said Percy. I was wondering who was making the noise. I was working, I had a report to finish, and people were going up and down like thunder, and it was hard for me to concentrate.

We're not walking like thunder, said Ron angrily, we're walking, and I'm sorry if we're interrupting the Ministry's super-secret work.

What are you up to? said Harry.

Writing a report for the National Department of Magical Cooperation, said Percy smugly, we're going to standardize the thickness of the cauldrons. Some imports are a little too thin, and leakage increases by three per cent every year.

Percy blushed a little.

Ron, you can sneer, he said warmly, but without some international law in place, we'll find the market filled with low-quality, shallow-bottomed items that seriously endanger...

Yeah, yeah, interrupted Ron and started up the stairs as Percy slammed the door behind him. Harry, Ginny followed Ron up three more flights of stairs, and there was a loud roar from the kitchen, as if Mr Weasley had told Mrs Weasley about Toffee.

Ron's room was on the top floor of the house, and it looked the same as the last time Harry had been here. The same had a poster of Ron's favorite Quidditch team; the Kudli cannon hung on the wall and swiveled on the slightly sloping ceiling; and in the fish tank on the windowsill that used to hold frog eggs, there was now a very large frog. Ron's mouse, Scabbers, should be said to be Peter Pedillo is gone, but there is a very small gray owl, which helped Ron deliver the letter to Harry on Privat Street, and it goes up and down in a small cage Jumping and jumping, chattering and screaming triumphantly.

Okay, pig, said Ron, stepping in between the four beds crammed into the room, and went on, Fred, George's with us, and Bill and Charlie are in their room. Here, he told Harry, Percy is alone in the room because he has to work.

Um, why did you call that owl 'pig'? Harry asked Ron.

Because he's kind of stupid, said Ginny, and his 'pig' name is Pee Wee Jun.

Yeah, that's not a stupid name like 'pig,' said Ron sarcastically, Ginny named it, he explained to Harry, she thought it was sweet, I Tried to change it, but it was too late, and it wouldn't say anything else. So, it became a 'pig', and I had to keep it here because it annoyed Percy, which was great, but it didn't Annoy me, come on.

Percy likes to work? Harry sat down on one of the beds and watched Kudrig cannons drive in and out of the posters on the ceiling.

Like? Ron said secretly. If Dad didn't ask him to come back, he wouldn't come back. He's obsessed. Don't bring up the topic of his boss. According to Mr. Crouch...

As I told Mr. Crouch... According to Mr. Crouch...Mr. Crouch told me that they will announce their contract of employment at any time.

Employment contract...

Harry was a little speechless. It was a good thing that Percy was able to work in the Ministry of Magic, but it was announced anytime, anywhere... what the hell...

That's it, it's bad. Ron said, except for Mom, basically no one will take the initiative to talk to Percy now, I don't want to be preached, Mr. Crouch said... Mr. Crouch said, just As if he believed in Mr. Crouch.

Maybe... Mr. Crouch is really good, so Percy... Harry looked at Ron with some embarrassment, he didn't know what to say.

Embarrassing chat?

It's quite embarrassing now, and several people have nothing to say for a while.

Ron's face was a little red. He shouldn't talk about such embarrassing things with Harry, but he really hated Percy.

I think... I think they're not arguing anymore... Ginny said, she tried her best to ease the awkward atmosphere, Let's go down, and we can help mom cook.

Okay, Ron finished, and the four of them left Ron's room and went downstairs to see Mrs. Weasley sitting alone in the kitchen, looking very grumpy.

We'll eat out in the garden! she said, there's no room for ten here.

Kids, can you take the plates outside? Bill and Charlie are setting the table and you two are doing the knife and fork. He said to Ron and Harry. She pointed her wand at the potatoes in the cellar, and a whole pile of potatoes, peeled, jumped from the ceiling and the walls.

Oh, for God's sake, she said, pointing to the dustpan, from which it jumped up and slid across the floor of the room to scoop up the potatoes and put them in. She said roughly, Those two guys, she was pulling pots and pots out of the kitchen cupboard, and Harry knew who they were, Fred and George, of course, I didn't know they would What happened, really don't know. No ambition, unless you don't want to mess with them so much...

She put a large copper saucepan on the table and began to stir it with her wand, the creamy sauce dripping from the tip of the wand.

They're not stupid, she went on, getting more and more angry, putting the copper pot on the stove, setting up her wand and lighting the stove, but they're giving themselves up, and if the two of them don't help themselves, they'll There's real trouble. There's more owls about them from Hogwarts than the rest put together. If they keep going the way they're going, they're going to end up in the Abuse of Magic office.

Mrs. Weasley poked her wand at a drawer of knives, and the drawer swung open. Harry and Ron both stepped out of the way, and several knives flew out of the drawer, flew across the kitchen, and began to chop potatoes, holding them in the dustpan and sending them into the sink.

I don't know how we are different from them, said Mrs. Weasley, putting down her wand and pulling out more copper pots. It's been like this for years, one thing after another.

They just won't listen, oh no brains!

She picked up her wand, and with a loud squeak it turned into a giant rubber mouse.

Another false wand of theirs, she bellowed, how many times have I told them not to keep them around.

She grabbed her real staff and turned to find the sauce on the stove smoking.

Come on, Ron said hastily to Harry, grabbing a knife and a knife from an open drawer, let's go help Bill and Charlie!

They left Mrs Weasley, out the back door, and into the courtyard.

At seven o'clock, two tables were filled with Mrs. Weasley's superbly prepared meals, and the nine Weasleys plus Harry ate dinner under a dark blue cloudless sky.

It was paradise for a child who had been eating stale cakes all summer, and at first Harry just listened to the conversation instead of joining in, busy eating egg and ham pie, boiled potatoes and salad.

Across the table, Percy was telling his father about the bottom of the pot.

Across the table, Percy was telling his father about the bottom of the pot.

I told Mr. Crouch I'd have it done by Tuesday, said Percy triumphantly. That's a little faster than he expected. I always have to go ahead. I finish in time and he will appreciate me. Now our department is very busy because of the various arrangements for the World Cup. Get the help we need from the Ministry. Loud Bagmond—”

I like Loudo, said Mr. Weasley softly. He got such a good ticket for us. I gave him a little favor too: His brother, Ott, got into some trouble with a power lawn mower that wasn't working, and I fixed the whole thing for him.

Oh, Bagmond's a nice guy, said Percy obediently, but how did he get to be the head of the department? When I compare him to Mr. Crouch, I see, Crouch Sir will not lose a single vote in our department. Have you noticed that Percy Jorkins has been missing for over a month? She went on vacation in Albania and never came back.

Yes, I just asked Luther, said Mr. Weasley, frowning. He said that Posy had disappeared several times before, but if it was someone in my department, I would be worried. gone.

Oh, there's no hope for Percy, is there, said Percy, I hear she's been in a lot of trouble, down from one department to another, for years. Bagmon should try to find She. Mr. Crouch took a personal interest in her, and she was in our department for a while, and I think Mr. Crouch liked her. But Bagmon just laughed that she might have read the wrong map and went to Australia, and Not Albania. Pelli sighed, Going to find members of other departments? There are enough things in your own department.

You know, after the World Cup, we have another big event to organize.

He cleared his throat and looked all the way across the table, where Harry and Ron were sitting. You know what I'm talking about, Father, he raised his voice a little, the top secret one.

Ron blinked his eyes and said to Harry, He's been wanting us to ask him about that big event since he started working. Maybe it's the heavy-bottomed cauldron fair.

In the middle of the table, Mrs. Weweasley was arguing with Bill about the earrings, which seemed to be worn very recently.

...It really looks like it has a terrible big fang, what do they say in the bank?

Mom, as long as I bring great wealth to the family, no one in the bank will say anything about what I wear, Bill said patiently.

Your hair is kind of silly, dear, said Mrs. Weasley, running her finger lovingly over her wand. I wish you'd let me trim it for you...

I like it, said Ginny, as she sat next to Bill, that your ideas are out of fashion, mother, and so is Professor Dumbledore, in other words.

Beside Mrs. Weasley, Freyley, George and Charlie were all talking cheerfully about the World Cup.

It must be Ireland, said Charlie, mouth full of potatoes. They evened it out in the semi-finals - Peru.

Bulgaria has Viktor Krum, said Fred.

Crum's a decent player, but Ireland has seven, said Charlie. I'd like the UK to go all out, but that's embarrassing, that's...

What? said Harry concerned, regretful that he was cut off from the wizarding world and back in Priwhite Street, Harry was very loyal and patriotic.

Lost to Tracyvinia, 390 to 10. Charlie said unhappily. Shocking, Wales lost to Uganda, Scotland slaughtered by Luxembourg.

This can be described as a blow to England.

Others enthusiastically joined in the discussion.

Do you have any news about Hermione? Ron whispered, By the way, there is also Fan Lin, I invited them.

It should arrive tomorrow morning. Hermione, Fan Lin, and Sirius are together. Harry said, I don't think there is anything to worry about. I received Hedwig's reply in the afternoon.

With Fan Lin... Ron muttered a few words, Harry couldn't hear what he was saying, but it felt great to be at the Burrow, he liked it here.