Everyday players at Hogwarts

The Weasley house was simply the best place in Harry's eyes.

Harry, who grew up under the strict education of his Aunt Petunia, did not like a house that looked luxurious and tidy.

The Weasley house, which defied logic and conventional architecture, became Harry's favorite after he first saw it.

Ten minutes ago, "That's the main road," Ron said, looking down through the windshield, "We can get there in ten minutes... Fortunately, we can still make it in time for dinner..."

Sirius lowered the car a little, and what appeared before everyone's eyes was a dark pattern of fields and clusters of trees.

"Harry, this is the village of Ottery St. Catchpole. Our house is a little outside the village."

"There are also some wizards living around." Ron quickly introduced.

"Is that your home?" Harry said, pointing to a house.

It was an eccentric house standing against the blue sky like a huge black column, with a ghostly moon hanging behind it in the afternoon sky.

The only house that wasn't Muggle was Ron's house.

"No, that's the home of Xenophilius, the naysayer editor, who's crazy, and so is his daughter, I hear."

"How could that be our home? Who else but the Lovegoods would live in a place like that? It looks like a big car!" Ron complained.

"Ron, are you sure? It doesn't look like a car at all." Draco frowned and looked at the round building.

"I'm talking about the rook in chess," said Ron. "To you it's the castle."

"What about that? Is it your home?" After flying for a while, Harry asked, pointing to a crooked house.

Although it was rude to think so, Harry felt that it had once been a large pigsty built with stones, and later rooms were added here and there, until it was several stories high, crooked and twisted, as if it had been erected by magic.

There are four or five chimneys on the roof of the red house, and a sign that reads "The Burrow" is placed obliquely in front of the house.

Next to the door were some high-top leather boots and a rusty crucible.

A few fat brown chickens were pecking in the yard.

Harry saw the word "The Burrow" and understood that this might really be Ron's house.

Although Harry liked everything here, based on what he knew about Ron, he was probably going to be depressed again.

"Yes, it's not very good, is it?" Ron was restless, as if someone had put nails on the seat.

At this time, the car shook slightly and touched the ground. It also interrupted what Harry wanted to say.

They landed next to a shabby garage surrounded by a small yard, and Harry said, "No, I like it very much."

Ron had a questioning look on his face. He felt that Harry's words were very unconvincing in the context of the surrounding environment.

At this time, the sound of hurried footsteps and heavy breathing came from the small courtyard.

It was a thin man, a little bald, with a bunch of fiery red hair standing tenaciously around him, like a fence blown down by the wind.

Even his whole figure seemed to have been blown by the wind. He was wearing a green robe, like grass that had been blown by the wind.

Even if Harry had never seen him before, he knew that this must be Ron's father.

"Does it fly well? Children? Sirius?" Arthur gasped, forcing himself to spit out a few words.

"Very good, Arthur." Sirius nodded with a smile, then turned to Harry and the others and said, "I have to leave and pick you up in a few days."

"Arthur, take care of them. Tell Molly that there is no need to prepare my meal." As soon as the words fell, Sirius disappeared from the place with a crackling sound.

"Kids, and Harry!"

"I didn't even have time to say hello to you last time."

"I'm very happy to see you. Ron told me a lot of stories about you!" Mr. Arthur Weasley greeted the children warmly and asked in a low voice, "While Sirius is picking you up, What happened there?"

"According to the original plan, I remember that after dinner, the three of you will go to Sirius's place."

"Molly has been trying to persuade you to stay for a few days, but Sirius has always disagreed."

"Why did he change his mind? And Kreacher was left behind."

"Hello, Kreacher," said Mr. Weasley.

However, Kreacher raised his gray eyes and said nothing.

"Dad! We just got off the car, and the first thing you asked was how the car was flying?" Ron didn't answer, and said sarcastically about his father's neglect of them.

"Shut up! Ron, how can you compare with Mr. Weasley's great career." Draco said, while looking at Mr. Weasley impatiently, as if to get some encouragement from him.

Mr. Weasley looked as if he had a headache and what little hair he had left was about to fall out.

He still felt that Draco was making fun of him.

If he hadn't seen the same sneer of Lucius Malfoy on Draco's face, otherwise he would have - even if he did, there was nothing he could do about it, Draco was still a child.

"Sirius should be going to Hogwarts, which is related to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professorship." Harry answered when the three of them fell silent for a while.

"I knew he still hadn't given up on that idea." Mr. Weasley said as if he had guessed something. "He had wanted to fight for this position before, for himself or Lupin."

"Lupin?"

"Who is that? Dad."

"He seems to be a friend of my father's. We have heard of him before in Professor McGonagall's office. Your memory is so bad." Draco, Ron and Harry said respectively.

"Well, Harry, you're right."

"Sirius also knows that there is a curse to that position."

"He suggested at the time that he and Lupine should take that position together and teach the first half and the second half respectively."

"But Dumbledore rejected him, saying there was a better choice. I remember Lucius Malfoy also asked about this matter. Draco, don't you know?" Mr. Weasley's eyes were filled with memories. of light.

"I don't know," Draco said.

Then he looked at Harry and Ron.

Yes, no wonder Sirius and the others failed. How could they compete with the mysterious man?

Moreover, this position is for fast-moving consumer goods. No matter how much Sirius and Lupine are one of Dumbledore's eyes, how could he let them fall into this trap?

Not far away, another footsteps came.

Mr. Weasley straightened his back immediately, and the obvious difference from before could be seen with the naked eye.

"Arthur, have you forgotten our clock?"

"I'm not blind. I can see clearly that both your and Ron's names point to 'home'." It was Mrs. Weasley.

She looks like a kind-hearted lady.

But even the most imaginative person cannot imagine that the current Mrs. Weasley, such a plump, kind-faced woman, could actually look like a tiger with sharp teeth.

"Aha, although Sirius helped, while he was applying for the documents for his motorcycle, he also made your crappy bike 'legal'."

"But that's not the reason why you've been delaying here for so long!"

"You know, dinner is ready!" Mrs. Weasley said in a heart-stopping low voice.