Everyday players at Hogwarts

"It's Sirius!"

"He left suddenly and said he wanted to keep these children with us for a few days."

"That's what's causing us to lose time," Mr. Weasley said in what he obviously thought was a light-hearted and endearing tone.

"Yes, Harry." Mr. Weasley cleverly pushed Harry in front of Mrs. Weasley.

Harry was surprised to find that Mrs. Weasley seemed to be under a happy spell, and the evil look on her face suddenly turned into a glow of joy, "Harry! Poor child, look how thin he has become?"

"The last time we met, I was in a hurry to go home and didn't even have time to see you."

"Quickly, come to the room with me. I've already prepared dinner." At the end of her sentence, Mrs. Weasley gave Mr. Weasley a hard look.

After years of married life, even if Mr. Weasley stuck his butt out, she could guess why.

Everything that just happened was obviously an excuse.

But because Harry was here, she still didn't think much about it.

"Oh, why did Sirius leave like that?"

"I've got plenty of dinner ready." Mrs. Weasley said with a painful smile, walking briskly towards the hut.

"Hello, Harry, and Draco," Percy said, puffing out his chest. Even at dinner he was dressed neatly, his prefect's badge pinned to his knitted vest.

“Our brother couldn’t put it down since he got it.”

"Carry it with you at all times."

"Hello, Harry and Malfoy's little devil." Fred and George suddenly appeared.

But Harry didn't pay attention to all this, his stomach was already growling.

He looked towards the kitchen. The kitchen was small and quite crowded, with a clean wooden table and a few chairs in the middle.

The wall clock on the wall has only one needle and no numbers. It says something like "make tea, feed the chickens, you will be late" on the clock. There were three layers of books stacked on the mantelpiece: "Magic for Your Cheese," "The Magic of Baking Bread," "Conjure a Feast," etc.—all magic books. There is an old radio next to the pool.

It's really magical. This is the wizard's home?

Harry had never seen it. This made him even ignore the chicken that was still in the pot, the plate full of ham pies, the boiled potatoes that were sizzling with the lid on, and the bowl of salad that had not yet been squeezed with sauce.

"Mom, including that crazy elf, there are ten of us!"

"Is there room for sitting in the kitchen?" Fred and George asked respectively.

"We ate in the courtyard. If you had eaten seriously at noon today instead of thinking about how to make explosions in the house all day long, you would know that I told you so!" Mrs. Weasley complained, while using He pointed the wand at the bowl of salad, put the wand in and whirled it around.

As she stirred, a stream of creamy sauce spurted out from the wand head.

Fred and George shrank.

At this time, a little red-haired man in a blue robe ran into the kitchen, screamed, and ran out again.

"She's Ginny," Ron whispered to Harry. "My sister. She's been talking about you all summer."

"Didn't your sister already know this?" Draco said with a tasteful tone.

One thing he discovered was that after Harry arrived, almost everyone's attention was on him.

But I was only treated politely and distantly.

"Are you jealous? Because there is someone who likes Harry?" Fred joked to Draco.

Soon, with Percy's help, the table was moved into the garden.

But Fred said that Percy would never do such a thing on weekdays. He just wanted to make people pay attention to the medal on his chest.

This can be seen from the weird way he keeps sticking out his chest.

"Hey, you three, Percy has set the table. Ron, why don't you lend a hand and take out the knives and forks. Fred and George, you also take out these plates." Weasley Madam suddenly appeared from behind them and said to her other three children.

"Harry, Draco, you two just go outside and wait for dinner."

"I'm going to fry some more sausages, look at how skinny you are, poor Harry." Mrs. Weasley said to Harry lovingly.

So they left Mrs. Weasley and went out the back door into the garden.

Percy and Ginny were already seated, and the tablecloth was spread out on them.

Percy still held his chest high, and when he took the knife and fork from Ron, he inadvertently waved his prefect's medal.

And Ginny kept looking at the table, and it seemed that the roots of her fiery red hair were turning red.

"Kreacher, come here, let's eat later." Harry could only turn his attention to Kreacher, who was silent at the side. He had a cynical air that was totally out of tune with the cheerful Weasley family.

"Kreacher has not fallen so low as to eat with his master!"

"If Harry Potter insists, old Kreacher can only pretend not to hear." Kreacher said to himself.

Harry had to retract his order in embarrassment.

Time soon came to dinner time, and the two tables were groaning from exhaustion under the weight of the delicious dishes prepared by Mrs. Weasley's masterful hands.

The seven Weasleys, as well as Harry and Draco, all sat down to eat under the clear dark blue night sky.

For a man who had been hanging out all afternoon and experienced many major thrills, Harry was now in heaven.

At first, Harry was too busy eating chicken, ham pie, boiled potatoes and salad to talk.

At the other end of the table, Mrs. Weasley was still complaining about the day.

She 'accidentally' added a few more sausages to Harry's plate, glaring at Mr. Weasley angrily from time to time, and muttering something: "I don't know what you think, using a car Flying halfway across the country—untested—"

"I can't believe it."

"If it weren't for Kreacher, I wouldn't be at ease." Kreacher turned his head and spat secretly.

"Do you think my skills are unreliable?" Mr. Weasley said angrily, but his attention was immediately diverted. Ginny accidentally hit the plate on the ground again. She got under the table to pick up the bowl and came out. His face was as red as the sunset.

"Ginny, would you like to sit here with daddy?" Mr. Weasley, who had no idea why Ginny was acting like this, invited Ginny who was sitting in the prime position opposite Harry.

"No." Ginny lowered her head and whispered. Harry had no choice but to pretend he didn't hear it, and Draco beside him let out a narrow laugh that only Harry could hear.

After the meal, Harry touched his belly (Mrs. Weasley replenished her meal four times), took heavy steps, walked through the narrow aisle with Ron and Draco, and stepped onto the rickety stairs. Shaky stairs.

The stairs twist and turn, leading to the upper floors.

They climbed two more flights and came to a door with peeling paint and a small sign on the door that read "Ron's Room."

Harry walked in, the sloping ceiling almost touching his head.

"The three of us will sleep here," Ron said nervously.