Spell Players at Hogwarts

"Arthur, you shouldn't provoke him." Hagrid stood next to Mr. Weasley melancholy. "There is no good person in the Malfoy family. If this really brings trouble to your work, I will I don’t think Molly will let you go.”

"It's okay, he can't affect me." Mr. Weasley held his cheek with some toothache. He didn't know whether it was because of Lucius' old fist greeting or because of his wife's anger.

As we all know, Mrs. Weasley has always made the decision in the Weasley family, right?

"Don't say anything to mom for a while, got it?" Mr. Weasley looked at his little carrot head seriously. Of course, Charlie was out of this category.

"But, well done!"

Mr. Weasley whispered, expressing his appreciation for the twins with his thumb. After all, he was at a disadvantage this time.

This old bastard actually used his mouth and even tore out his own hair.

"Oh, really?"

"We get it!"

The twins looked very happy. After all, their pranks were appreciated, which is a persistent pursuit.

"This is..." Mr. Weasley discovered the heretic among the crowd. This little guy...

"It's all thanks to him, Dad." Fred or George patted Lynch hard on the shoulder.

The twins turned around and said.

"I never thought it could be like this."

"You gave us a hint!"

"Actually... you don't have to be so enthusiastic." Lin Qi scratched his head, so what's going on with this scene of being caught?

"If you come to Hogwarts, if you have any trouble, just take care of it on us!" One of the twins patted his chest.

"I'm Fred."

"I'm George..."

"I...Hello, Lynch Christopher, you can call me Lynch." Lynch shook hands with the twins, and had to admit that it was really difficult to distinguish the two copy-paste with the naked eye. Come out guys.

Maybe we should leave a mark on them, one with horns and one with a tail?

"You must be a freshman, I've never seen you before." George said quickly. As the younger one, George's reaction would be faster than Fred's.

"Oh, yes." Lynch nodded, "I came here with my family. Also, Meadows, stop looking, I'm here!"

Lynch shouted loudly, trying hard to stand out from the crowd of red hair, and John spotted his cub immediately with his keen eyesight.

So, why can my stupid son get me involved just by watching a lively show?

"As expected, do you still need to exercise more?" John's eyes flickered. Although Lynch had been training with him for three years, due to age limitations, Lynch was still a little thin.

Especially compared to the big guy who came out.

"Is that really a human being?" John paused and looked at Hagrid's generous body. This thing... his Swiss Army Knife would probably hardly cause any harm, right?

Caught in subcutaneous fat?

"That's Hagrid, the gamekeeper of Hogwarts... with a bit of giant blood." Meadows responded in a low voice and then quickly raised his head and walked towards the Weasley family.

"Let you run around!" Meadows grabbed Lynch's ear with one hand helplessly, "If you get lost, no one here can help you get back."

"It doesn't matter, I have a magic wand." Lynch waved his hand, "Also, there are so many people here, can you let go of my ears?"

"I know." Meadows rubbed Lynch's hair vigorously again, "It's been such a long time, Arthur, Hagrid."

"Long time no see, Meadows... Are you Meadows Shafik?" Mr. Weasley was stunned for a moment, looking at Meadows' fashionable beige trench coat, "It's been a long time, Meadows , I almost didn’t recognize you.”

"Ah, it's been a long time indeed." Meadows hugged Lynch, "It's been five or six years!"

"I heard that you married a Muggle." Arthur smiled, but his swollen cheeks... "Is this your husband? There are still five or six years... this child..."

"This is John." Meadows introduced his tool man, "This is Lynch. It's quite amazing for the three of us to talk together. By the way, where's Molly? Why didn't you see her?"

"Molly..." Mr. Weasley's face turned a little bitter, recalling that his mistress, Molly, was very... when she was at Hogwarts... why did she become like this now?

"They are both your children, right? Charlie, don't you recognize me? I have hugged you?"

"Oh, okay, Aunt Meadows." Charlie scratched his head and said simply, so does his aunt not age?

"Aunt?" Lynch's head was filled with questions. "You never told me, Meadows."

"It's too late to tell you now." Meadows put a hand on Lynch's shoulder, "It's all old history."

However, before they could talk for a while, Mrs. Weasley with fluffy curly hair suddenly appeared in front of them.

Everyone held their breath for a moment, especially Mr. Weasley. Everyone didn't even have time to give their confessions...

"I've only been away for 15 minutes and you're starting to fight?" Mrs. Weasley was like an angry lioness. The overwhelming momentum immediately made Mr. Weasley lose the idea of ​​continuing the arrangement.

After all, the gun was put in the face, right?

"Hey, the kids are still here!" Mr. Weasley rubbed his cheek, "And..."

"You know it's in front of the children." Mrs. Weasley's voice became angry. However, when she saw Meadows, as the smile on her face lit up, everyone relaxed unconsciously. One breath.

"Meadows?"

"Are you okay, Molly?"

Meadows opened his arms and hugged Molly.

"I didn't expect to see you here."

"Yeah, it's been more than five years in a flash."

The two hostesses talked to each other and lamented the passage of time, while on the side, all the men breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, I'm saved!"

Fred patted Lynch's shoulder quietly, "I'll be waiting for you in Gryffindor, Lynch, you will definitely be an outstanding Gryffindor."

"Uh... thank you for your approval." Lynch paused. He always felt that Fred was scolding him.

By the way, do you really look that reckless?

"By the way, when will they arrive?"

"I don't know. Maybe we haven't seen each other for a long time. Let's chat and have lunch by the way. This shouldn't be too much, right?"