Hogwarts pet owl

early in the morning,

Errol opened her eyes.

After walking out of the pyramid in confusion, rubbing her eyes and passing by Ron who was catching a goose, Errol came to the restaurant of the Burrow.

"Good morning, Mom."

Molly shook her head helplessly,

"Ello, it's already noon now, we're going to have lunch soon."

"Oh, that's how it is,"

Aerol yawned again,

"Sorry, Mom, I am an owl after all, and I really can't sleep at night."

——On this point, Lin Lan and Sirius, who are still hungover on No. 146, have something to say.

"Oh, of course, honey, sit down quickly, lunch will be ready in a minute."

Errol sat down obediently,

"Mom, I saw Ron catching geese, is that our dinner?"

"Yes, I learned a new trick from the house elves, 'Excellent Roast Goose', and I will make it for you to try tonight."

Excellent roast goose?

Airol thought for a moment and realized that what Molly's mother was probably talking about was Cantonese-style roast goose. In fact, it was more accurate to say Cantonese-style roast goose.

"Mom, aren't there house elves? Just let them do it. You should have a good rest."

Molly smiled and said: "That's different. As your mother, I have to cook for you with my own hands. The elves do a good job, but there is no love in their dishes."

Well, the typical saying in the wizarding world is that it focuses on idealism.

"Mom! I succeeded!"

Percy's excited shouts came from outside the door, and by the time he said the second sentence, he had already rushed into the house——

"I passed the interview! Mr. Crouch admires me very much! He decided to make an exception and promote me as his assistant! In this World Cup final, I will assist him in his work throughout the entire process!"

"Congratulations, Percy,"

Molly wiped her apron with her hands and gave her third son a big hug.

"I knew you could make it!"

Errol also sent her own congratulations:

"Congratulations, Brother Percy."

"thanks, thanks!"

Percy's face was flushed with excitement, and the corners of his mouth were grinning to the back of his head.

Fortunately, neither Gemini had lunch at home these days, so it didn't dampen Percy's mood.

Because Errol provided them with a place to serve as a research workshop for Weasley's Magical Joke Shop, the twins couldn't wait to spend time there 24 hours a day.

Although there are no troublesome people to affect my mood,

But Percy's smile was still fading day by day.

By the time a few days before the World Cup final started, the smile was no longer visible on his face.

Errol didn't try to solve him——

This road was chosen by Percy himself, and he would naturally have to bear the difficulties and obstacles he encountered on the road.

Anyway, she is not the parent in this life, this is the job of her parents.

"Percy what's wrong?"

After dinner, Ron quietly asked the Geminis,

"I see that he looks bad all day long."

George spread his hands,

"I heard that Barty Crouch Sr. has left most of the tedious and annoying work to Percy, and now he's just acting like a donkey!"

Fred echoed:

"That's right, we wanted to relax our minds two days ago, so we went to the World Cup finals venue to take a look. Ron, you know, Percy has been there recently..."

George interjected:

"Because we haven't entertained Percy for a few days, and we've lost a lot of inspiration,"

Fred picked up the topic,

"Percy was actually there when we arrived, and guess what we saw?

Percy is actually using a levitation spell to help the construction team transport stones! I never thought that a person who watches "How Prefects Gain Power" all day long, a person who claims to be the assistant to the director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department, would actually roll up his sleeves and go to work! "

"Shut up, Fred,"

Percy, who seemed to be paralyzed on the sofa, suddenly opened his eyes.

"The finals are about to begin, and the construction schedule is extremely tight. That's why I stepped in to help. You must know that Mr. Crouch thinks highly of me, and that's why he gives me so many opportunities to practice!"

George sighed,

"Yes, I think highly of you, Weatherby."

Percy's eyes immediately turned red, he glared at the twins angrily, stood up and went back to his room.

"Weatherby, what is that?"

Ron looked confused.

Fred looked at Percy's leaving figure with a complicated expression:

"That's what Barty Crouch Sr. called Percy."

Ron scratched the bird's nest;

"Well, it sounds like Mr. Crouch doesn't think highly of Percy either."

Errol came over from the pyramid, holding a letter in her hand,

"Brother Ron, your letter is from Harry."

——There is a very strange thing. As long as Errol is at home, the owl will deliver all the letters sent to the people in the Burrow to Errol by default.

I don’t know if the owls are expressing respect for Errol, or because Errol itself has a huge magnetic field, which affects the owl’s judgment.

"Thanks, Errol."

Ron took the letter and opened the paint.

[Dear Ron,

Long time no see, how are you doing?

(Ron pursed his lips at this time - he was really living a good life, his family's financial situation had improved, and his living standard had skyrocketed. When he thought that there were still three years of pocket money waiting for him, he felt like he was spend Christmas)

I live in Snape's house at the end of Spider Lane these days. To be honest, it feels like a prison cell, but more like a spy's cabin (reading this, Ron whispered "How cool"). There are secret doors everywhere. I almost got lost and trapped on the first day here. In the wine cellar!

Fortunately, my mother was with me and after living there for a few days, I gradually got used to it.

Damn it, I actually had the illusion that this was home!

That's not right, a home should be like a burrow!

Ron, do you know how miserable it is to live with Snape?

I even wished I could go back to live with Aunt Petunia, where I could at least have a moment of peace.

Ah—homework!

Endless homework! (Ron’s pupils narrowed in empathy)

Oh my God!

Doesn't Snape have to be busy with his own business?

He's been teaching me about potions and combat all day -

Although I have to admit that his level is really high, but how can his mouth satirize me all day long without repeating the same thing?

(Ron couldn't help but tremble, and the fear of being dominated by Snape's poisonous tongue hit his heart)

Ron, I'm going crazy!

Please don't blame me if I speak strangely at the beginning of school. It must be because I am too deeply influenced by Snape.

I am not writing this letter to complain, brother, I hope you can bring Errol to save me! I hope I still have at least a few days of good memories in my summer vacation.

Miss you, miss everything about the Burrow.

Your friend,

Harry Potter]