HP: After binding to the strongest wizard development system

Ginny looked expectantly at Mrs. Weasley, who was still sullen: "Mom, can I have a pot cake after dinner? Just one, I won't burst."

Pot cake is a magical cake popular in the wizarding world, made in the shape of a cauldron. The surface of the cake may be covered with chocolate, or it may be honey syrup, and it tastes like fruit pieces, which is sour and sweet, and is very delicious.

Ginny had eaten several pot cakes in one go because of her greed. Although the portion was not very big, for Ginny who was young and had a small stomach, it was a big deal.

"Honey, of course you can, but remember to leave room for cake." Mrs. Weasley's expression softened a lot, and her soft voice was completely different from when she was training her son just now.

Everyone ate together in the crowded kitchen. The four girls sat between Charlie and Bill, opposite George and Fred. The Weasleys sandwiched several other children to occupy the remaining empty seats.

Twelve people sat around the dining table. Although it was a bit crowded, everyone got along well with each other. They ate, drank, and chatted. No one was unhappy because of the small space. Even Charlie and Percy were gradually chatting and laughing. Forgot about the unpleasantness before the meal.

But there are always uninformed people who come out to cause trouble.

"Charlie, why don't you eat the brioche buns?" Mr. Weasley looked at Charlie in confusion. He didn't notice everyone's sudden movements of suppressing laughter, and only asked with extra sincerity, "I remember this is your favorite thing to eat."

"Dad, stop talking." Charlie covered his face, his mood suddenly became unpleasant again.

Mrs. Weasley snorted and explained to her husband. Mr. Weasley held his stomach and laughed, not saving face for his second son at all: "Charlie, Charlie, then you can only wait until next time." .”

The making of butter buns is complicated, and the ingredients are not cheap. The Weasley family lives in poverty, and Mrs. Weasley only makes them once or twice a month. If Charlie still wants to eat them, he will have to wait until next time.

After hearing this, Charlie only felt more distressed and couldn't eat anymore. He folded his hands and watched everyone eating, sighing from time to time.

"Oh." Charlie sighed again.

Mrs. Weasley couldn't stand it anymore, put down the fork in her hand, and pushed the butter bun towards Charlie: "Eat, eat, eat! Can't I give it to you?"

Charlie suddenly regained his smile, took his beloved butter bun and started to chew on it, smiling innocently: "Thank you, Mom!"

This time it was Mrs. Weasley's turn to cover her face and sigh, why did she give birth to such a stupid son.

After dinner, Charlie divided a portion of the pot cake from his brothers, and then hurriedly pulled Tier and others upstairs.

They returned to Bill and Charlie's room. Charlie closed the door quickly with eyes and hands, and put the pot cake on the table. He raised his head and said, "I'm still quick. If I take it a little later, the cake will be eaten by that person." A few little guys robbed it all.”

"Eat it quickly." Charlie picked up a pot-shaped cake with a chocolate shell and bit off more than half of it in one bite.

Tier rubbed his belly and glanced at Charlie's belly in surprise: "Didn't you eat enough tonight? We couldn't eat any more, but you could still eat the pot cake."

Tonks and the others also looked at Charlie with surprised eyes. He swallowed the pot cake in his mouth awkwardly and licked his lips: "How can a stomach for eating and a stomach for eating cakes be compared? I have divided them. Location."

"Come on, you're just greedy. You just ate a lot of butter buns." Bill rudely exposed his brother. He was also very full. He stood up and walked around, trying to digest his food.

Tier and the others also imitated Bill's example and moved around, but the room was not big, and everyone had only a small range of movement, almost standing still.

Looking at their appearance, Charlie couldn't help but hold his stomach and laugh: "It's so funny, you look like..."

"Huh?" Several people shot Charlie with sharp and fierce eyes, suppressing his next words. Charlie made a sealing motion and continued to eat his pot cake.

"Knock~" There was a knock on the window of the room. Till and the others looked over and saw Errol standing on the windowsill in the confused night, with a letter in his beak.

Teal quickly walked over to open the window. She knew that the comments given to her by Professor Snape had been sent to her. She opened it immediately and saw Professor Snape's familiar handwriting:

"Miss Emery:

In view of your current learning progress, please come to my office when you return to school and prepare each potion you have learned independently. Please be prepared during the holidays and bring your own potion materials!

Severus Snape"

Till was struck by the coldness in Professor Snape's sentences, especially the last one. She didn't expect that she would rush to order the potion ingredients.

But this is not a big problem. She has already contacted the store in Diagon Alley. When she occasionally goes to Professor Snape's office to practice, she uses potion materials at her own expense.

Till touched Errol's feathers and did not bother him to go to help in the night. She carried Errol back to the nest downstairs with her own hands, and then went upstairs again.

"Teal and Professor Snape have a really good relationship." Tonks looked at the envelope on the table and suddenly said, "This envelope was from Diagon Alley last Christmas. The aroma on it has a soothing effect. The price is not cheap.”

"I know it. My father bought me a lot of it. Our family always uses this envelope when writing letters. It is said that when receiving the letter, we will feel peaceful." Mgina also observed the envelope.

Till closed the door, raised his eyebrows upon hearing this, and showed a meaningful smile: "I'm not going to lie to you, I actually bought this envelope."

"Did you buy it? Then why is it at Professor Snape's?" Bill was leaning on the wall beside the bed. He was a little tired from standing still and wanted to take a rest.

"I sent it, but I didn't plan to send it." Till's expression suddenly became even weirder. "At first, Professor Snape directly used the colored paper I wrapped the parchment to write comments and feedback, but suddenly it rained heavily. My Haibi didn’t have time to hide and got soaked with the comments.”

"The ink mixed with the rainwater, and Professor Snape didn't want to waste time buying envelopes, so I asked Hibby to deliver my envelope." Till felt that as a student, he was doing a very hard job, and he had to pay for it. Make arrangements for the "safety" of professors' comments.

Although it is a bit speechless in retrospect, at least with these envelopes, Professor Snape's comments to Teal will not happen again.

However, Professor Snape said more than once at the end of his comments that it was really troublesome to stuff the paper into the envelope. Teal never responded to this because she didn't know what to say to Professor Snape.