days at Hogwarts

On the landing of the burrow in the village of Ottery Saint Catchpol, in the utility room on the fourth floor, a soft white light group and an orange-yellow columnar light kept shaking, dragging a short, fat, and a The tall and thin figure was constantly swaying and elongated.

Arthur held an old flashlight with its shell removed in one hand and a wand with a fluorescent spell on it in the other. He watched helplessly as his wife rummaged around in the utility room. The old display window was pulled out and the drawers were opened to contain the children. The small boxes of childhood toys that were opened and the various containers that were rummaged through all reflect the wife's stubbornness.

Ever since he came home from get off work, Molly had been dwelling on George and Fred's mistakes.

Even though he was already lying in bed, he still couldn't let go. He had to pull him up in the middle of the night and rummage through the house looking for prohibited items that might be hidden. Seeing that Molly was about to dig deeper into the utility room, and a power strip he had hidden was about to be uncovered, Arthur quickly took his wife's hand.

"Oh, my little Molly, don't worry about it so seriously..." Arthur sincerely advised, "I've seen what they made, and it's not enough to violate the Ministry of Magic's ban... And I have to admit, they You’ve put your knowledge of Potions and Charms to use, haven’t you?”

"I don't need them to apply what they learned, I need them to learn how to fill in the test paper." Molly's expression was a little irritable, "Have you ever seen their OWL test scores? George and Fred combined can't keep up. Percy."

"..." Arthur closed his mouth knowingly.

"I can imagine what they will be like in the future, just like those people in Borgin Burke's store - bad grades, weird, always tinkering with things that can be easily investigated..."

Molly wiped her eyes as she spoke, with a bitter nasal voice: "You will regret it then. No one is willing to hire them, and you can only make a living by reselling things - oh, who is on top?"

"Um, it's me..." Loren stood up from the corner of the stairs, "I'm very sorry, sir, madam, I just came out to use the bathroom, I didn't mean to hide here and eavesdrop."

"Oh, Loren." Molly hurriedly hid behind Arthur, wiping the water from her eyes in a panic.

Arthur shined the flashlight in his direction and raised his voice slightly: "It's okay, Loren, go back to sleep."

"Please wait..." Molly calmed down and exhaled, looked at Loren for a while, and said hesitantly, "I want to ask you about George and Fred at school."

Loren walked softly downstairs and came to Arthur and Molly.

Molly's mood seemed to be very complicated. Her eyes were not as sharp as the head of the Weasley family, but rather confused. She knelt down and looked at Loren: "Dear, tell me, have they ever sold these messes in school before?" s things."

Loren shook his head: "Although some interesting inventions have been displayed before, they have not been sold openly."

Molly breathed a sigh of relief, paused, and then asked, "Are they always causing trouble in school and annoying the professors?"

"There is no such thing." Loren looked at the somewhat elderly woman in front of him and asked softly, "Mrs. Weasley, although Percy has just graduated from school, Ron and Ginny are still in school. Could it be that Didn’t they tell you about what happened at school?”

Molly and Arthur thought about it silently. They would more or less mention some things that happened at school, but most of them would accuse George and Fred of being naughty, especially always teasing Ron... Think about it carefully, although There were always violations of school rules, points deducted by Filch, and confinement by Professor McGonagall, but there were no particularly serious mistakes.

Molly wanted to say something several times, but she couldn't find the words to refute and belittle her two sons when she saw the look in her eyes.

"Mrs. Weasley, you always said in the afternoon that they have no ambition. I would like to ask you what ambition you expect?" Loren suddenly asked softly.

Molly was stunned for a moment and replied subconsciously: "I hope they can go to school peacefully and find a stable job like Bill and Charlie after graduation -"

"Don't be like Charlie, raising a fire dragon is not a good job." Arthur interrupted.

"Then earn enough Galleons, buy a decent house, start your own family, have your own children, and live a relaxed and comfortable life. It would be best if you could have a house elf...is that right?" Loren Fill in the unfinished expectations for Molly.

Arthur tilted his head and frowned, as if he was imagining that kind of life.

Molly frowned. This description seemed to be in line with her expectations for the children, but she felt something was wrong. After thinking for a long time, she couldn't describe her thoughts. She just said dullly: "It doesn't have to be a decent house. No need for house elves..."

Loren said softly: "You can also find a place they like and build their own house layer by layer starting from the pigsty. House elves don't need it either. They can learn how to cook food from the housework magic book, and learn how to Knit sweaters with wool, right?”

Arthur and Molly were both stunned, and suddenly realized that the life Loren described was their own life. They had lived together for many years, accumulated wealth bit by bit, and built the burrow layer by layer in their minds. emerge.

As a member of the ancient pure blood, Weasley gradually declined because he did not want to be involved in businesses that were full of dirty calculations. The signs of Arthur Weasley's closeness to Muggles began to be revealed as early as their father's generation, which made it even more... Pureblood wizards in the wizarding world look down upon them.

Molly's Prewett family also gradually declined. Her brother was besieged by five Death Eaters during the First Wizarding War and was unfortunately killed.

Two members of a run-down family came together. Some of their rich relatives looked down upon this marriage, let alone their run-down home...

The Burrow originally had only one floor of pigsty, and Arthur built a house next to it. As they had more and more children, the house became taller and taller, and decades passed before they knew it.

"Do you think it's hard? Do you regret your decision?"

"us……"

At this time, Loren turned around and walked slowly upstairs. His steps were very light, but the wooden floor was too old and it still made a slight creaking sound: "Although I don't know what George and Fred's trick shop will do." It will not be a commercial success, but I think even if they are still building their shop brick by brick, layer by layer many years later, they should still be happy."

……

The creaking sounds upstairs gradually faded away and disappeared.

The flashlight in Arthur's hand was extinguished at some point, leaving only the fluorescent light cluster on the tip of the stick emitting a faint light. Molly's eyes reflected a little light, and the couple just stood at the door of the utility room. Until the moon hangs from the treetops in front of the window.

Molly suddenly took steps to walk downstairs, which was obviously not the direction back to the bedroom.

"Molly?" Arthur looked at his wife in shock, "Where are you going so late?"

"Go and pack up the garbage that will be thrown away tomorrow." Molly's voice slowly came over, "I packed those weird things in a separate bag. They shouldn't be dirty... I can do it even if they are dirty. Wash it clean."