[HP]Hogwarts famous beauties

Everyone walked to the bottom of the stairs, passed through a door, and entered the basement kitchen. Mrs. Weasley cleared her throat.

"Harry!" Mr. Weasley said, walking over to greet him and shaking hands with him warmly, "It's so nice to see you!"

"Sit down, Harry," said Sirius. "You've met Mundungus, haven't you?"

"Who's saying my name?" Mundungus muttered drowsily, "I agree with Sirius..." He raised a dirty hand high as if to vote, his double eyelids Droopy, bloodshot eyes stared blankly. It made several girls laugh.

"The meeting is over, Dungey," Sirius said as they all sat down around the table around Mundungus. "Harry's here."

"Huh?" said Mundungus, looking at Harry painfully. "Oh my God, here he comes. Yes...how are you, Harry? I have to apologize to you." He lit his pipe and smoked. , almost disappearing in the smoke, "But you know...hey, there is no way to do business."

"One last reminder, Mundungus," Mrs. Weasley shouted, "please, could you please stop smoking that thing in the kitchen, especially since we're about to eat!"

"Ah," said Mundungus, "Okay. Sorry, Molly." Mundungus stuffed the pipe into his pocket.

"If you want to have dinner before midnight, you're going to need someone to help me," said Mrs. Weasley.

"What can I do, Molly?" Tonks said enthusiastically, jumping up and rushing over. Mrs. Weasley hesitated, looking frightened. "Um... No, it's okay. Tonks, you should also take a rest. You have done a lot today."

"No, no, I want to help you!" Tonks said cheerfully, hurried to the cupboard where Winter was taking the cutlery, and accidentally knocked over a chair. "Ouch! Slow down!" Winter helped Tonks eight times a day.

Soon, everyone began to work in an orderly manner.

"How was your summer?" Sirius asked.

"No, that's terrible," said Harry. For the first time, a faint smile flashed across Sirius's face. "I really don't know what you have to complain about." "What?" Harry said in disbelief.

"Personally, I wish the dementors would attack me. Fighting to the death to protect my soul would be a wonderful break from the boring monotony of life. You think your life is difficult, but You can at least go out and walk around, stretch your legs, fight with people and stuff...I've been stuck in the house for a month."

"How could that happen?" Harry asked, frowning.

"Because the Ministry of Magic is still hunting him, and Voldemort already knows that Sirius is an Animagus, Dumbledore won't let Sirius go out." Winter stood behind Sirius, his hands naturally placed on Sirius's On his shoulder, Sirius reached out and patted one of Winter's hands, "Hey, that's it." Harry suddenly felt that the two people in front of him looked like a couple.

"At least you know what's going on," Harry reassured.

"Oh, yes," Sirius said sarcastically, "Listening to Snape's long reports and enduring his cynicism, it seems that he is risking his life, life and death, while I am sitting here, living in comfort. … He also asked me how the cleaning was going, and mocked me for not being able to dispense Winter’s medicine, as if I was of no use at all.”

"I don't mean to blame you." Winter said with a smile.

"Fred, George! Come on, pick them up!" screamed Mrs. Weasley. A pot of stew slid across the entire tabletop and stopped just on the edge of the table, leaving a long burnt black mark on the wooden tabletop. The butterbeer tipped over with a crash, spilling the beer everywhere. The bread knife fell from the board and plunged into the table with its tip pointed downward, trembling menacingly, exactly where Sirius' right hand had been a few seconds ago.

Mrs. Weasley shouted, "Even if you are allowed to use magic now, you are not allowed to use it for everything!" "

"We're just trying to save some time!" Fred said as he hurried over and pulled out the bread-cutting knife from the table. "I'm sorry, Sirius, man... I really didn't mean it..."

Mundungus just fell backwards from the chair, and Winter helped him up with a giggle, "It didn't hurt, did it?" "No, no, thank you, miss, you are so kind." Then Mundungus The swearing started.

"Sons," said Mr. Weasley, bringing the pot of stew back to the center of the table, "your mother was right, you are grown up now and should show a bit of responsibility."

"Your brothers have never caused such trouble!" Mrs. Weasley yelled at her twin sons, slamming another jug ​​of Butterbeer on the table. "Bill doesn't see the need to disapparate just a few steps away! Charlie doesn't cast magic on everything he touches! Percy..."

She stopped talking suddenly, held her breath, and glanced at her husband in panic. Mr. Weasley's expression suddenly froze. "Let's eat." Bill said quickly. "It looks good, Molly," said Lupine, putting some stew on a plate for her and passing it across the table. No one spoke for several minutes, just the clatter of plates and cutlery and the scraping of chairs as everyone sat down to eat, before Winter sat down next to Sirius.

Mrs. Weasley then turned to look at Sirius. "Sirius, I've been meaning to tell you that there's something locked inside that desk in the living room. It keeps shaking and making rattling noises. Maybe it's just a Boggart, but I think we'd better ask Arras first. Please come and take a look before releasing it."

"Whatever." Sirius said nonchalantly. "Also, there are fox bugs in the curtains over there," Mrs. Weasley continued, "I think we'll have to find a way to deal with them tomorrow."

"I'm just waiting for it." Sirius said, and Winter patted his leg. "Don't do this..." she whispered.

"Even you don't spend much time with me. You only play games with those children." Sirius looked at Winter angrily. Well, Winter had indeed neglected him a bit this month. "Okay, okay... I'll stay with you..."

Next to Winter, Tonks changed her nose for Ginny and Hermione. The girls were very happy. Mr. Weasley, Bill and Lupin were having a heated discussion about goblins.

A burst of laughter came from the center of the table, drowning out what Bill had left to say. Fred, George, Ron and Mundungus were laughing in their chairs. It turned out that Mundungus was telling them the story of how he tricked people into buying a bunch of frogs.

"We don't need to hear your business spiel, Mundungus, thank you very much," Mrs. Weasley said sternly. Ron threw himself on the table, laughing loudly.

"I don't know where you learned your sense of right and wrong, Mundungus, but you seem to have missed the most crucial lessons." Mrs. Weasley said coldly. Fred and George buried their faces in goblets of butterbeer, and George burped with laughter. Mrs. Weasley gave Sirius a stern look, then stood up and brought a large pile of rhubarb crumbs for dessert. Harry turned to look at Sirius.

Three portions of rhubarb bread crumbs, followed by custard cake, which was too much to eat. Everyone was very relaxed. Winter lay on the table, bored and listening to the conversations of the people around him.

"It's about time for bed, I think," Mrs. Weasley said with a yawn.

"Not yet, Molly." Sirius pushed aside the empty plate in front of him and turned to look at Harry, "You know, I'm really surprised for you. I thought the first thing you did when you got here was to ask About Voldemort."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly changed. It was so relaxed and drowsy a few seconds ago, but now it has become alert, even tense. Except for Winter from the perspective of God, she is now sitting next to Lupin. , leaning his head on Lupine's arm on the table and falling asleep.

"I asked!" Harry said angrily. "I asked Ron, Hermione and Winter, but they said that none of us were approved to join the Order of the Phoenix, so..."

"They're right," said Mrs. Weasley, "you're too young." She sat upright in her chair, clasping her fists in her arms.

"Since when do we have to join the Order before we can ask questions?" Sirius asked. "Harry was stuck in that Muggle home for a whole month. He has a right to know what happened!"

"Wait a minute!" George interrupted loudly. "Why do Harry's questions get answered?" Fred asked angrily. "We've been trying to get something out of you for a month, but you won't tell us anything!" George said.

You are too young, you did not join the Order of the Phoenix," Fred imitated Mrs. Weasley so vividly that it sounded incredible, "and Harry is not even an adult yet! "

"No one told you what the Order of the Phoenix was doing, and you can't blame me for that," Sirius said calmly, "That was your parents' decision. But Harry is different..."

"You don't need to decide what is good for Harry..." Mrs. Weasley said sternly, the expression on her usually kind and kind face was scary at this moment, "I think you haven't forgotten what Dumbledore said, right?"

"Which part?" Sirius asked politely, but with the look of a man ready to fight.

"Just don't tell Harry what he doesn't need to know," Mrs. Weasley said, emphasizing the last words.

Ron, Hermione, Fred and George's heads were turning between Sirius and Mrs. Weasley, and Ginny was kneeling in a pile of discarded Butterbeer corks, staring blankly at their conversation. , with his mouth slightly open, Winter shrank back to Lupine in fear, while Lupine stared at Sirius without blinking.

"I was only going to tell Harry what he needed to know, Molly," Sirius said, "but he was the one who saw Voldemort come back to life, and he has more rights than most..."

"He's not a member of the Order of the Phoenix yet!" said Mrs. Weasley. "He's only fifteen years old!"

"But he has experienced no less than most people in the Order of the Phoenix," Sirius said, "even more than some people."

"No one denies what he did!" Mrs. Weasley said, her voice getting higher and higher, her fists on the armrests of the chair shaking slightly, "But he still..."

"He's not a child anymore!" said Sirius impatiently.

"But he's not an adult either!" said Mrs. Weasley, blood rushing to her cheeks. "He's not James, Sirius!"

"Thank you, I know exactly who he is, Molly." Sirius said coldly.

"I don't think so!" said Mrs. Weasley. "Sometimes when you talk about him, it's as if you think your best friend is back!"

"What's wrong with that?" said Harry.

"The fault is that you are not your father, Harry, no matter how much you look like him!" Mrs. Weasley said, still staring at Sirius, "You are still in school, and you are a responsible adult. One should not forget this!”

"You mean I'm an irresponsible godfather?" Sirius asked, his voice rising.

"I mean everyone knows you do reckless things, Sirius, that's why Dumbledore keeps reminding you to stay home..."

"I'm sorry, I hope our conversation will not get involved in Dumbledore's instructions to me." Sirius said loudly.

"Arthur!" Mrs. Weasley said, suddenly turning to her husband, "Arthur, support me!" Mr. Weasley did not speak immediately, but took off his glasses and wiped them slowly on his robe. Lenses, eyes do not look at his wife. He carefully put his glasses back on before speaking: "Dumbledore knows that the situation has changed, Molly. He agreed that the latest news must be told to Harry to a certain extent, since Harry is now living in the command house." It’s over…”