[HP] Hogwarts Muggle University

Regardless of how Riddle plans to act as a monster next, before the Thanksgiving holiday, Harry received a "bad news"——

"Your mother and I are going to Greece for vacation." James "politely informed" Harry, "So you can stay at school and play by yourself on Thanksgiving."

"What? You didn't say anything before!"

"Didn't we say that? Oh, then maybe we forgot. Anyway, now you know."

"Why can't you take me with you?"

"Why didn't you take me with you?" James laughed crazily on the other end of the phone, "Don't you have any balance in mind?"

Harry: ...

James forcefully stuffed Harry with a mouthful of dog food, then put the dog bowl on his face, and at the same time gave him a violent blow on the dog's head. Finally, the dog door was shut with a duang, leaving only grievances Harry wept silently.

After hanging up the phone, Harry immediately dialed Sirius. It is always right to find the godfather at a critical moment.

"Cirius Sirius!" Harry howled, recounting James' evil deeds, and finally begged pitifully, "Where are you going to film for Thanksgiving? Can you take me up there? I'll be your assistant, Very edible."

"Okay." Sirius reminded very kindly, "But you may not like the place where I filmed."

"No, no, no," Harry said firmly, "I'm not picky at all."

"—I'm going to Lake Baikal to shoot."

Lake Baikal = Russia = Siberia = dozens of degrees below zero = ice and snow = dog leash

Harry, who grew up in the bright sunshine of Los Angeles, hung up the phone crying.

"If you really have nowhere to go," Ron invited with some embarrassment, "how about you come to my house."

"Your house?" Harry's eyes lit up.

Ron looked even more embarrassed: "It's about two hours' drive from Chicago. Uh...I mean...you might be interested in small town life."

"Of course!" Harry accepted Ron's request after considering for 0.01 second, "Absolutely!"

On the day before the Thanksgiving holiday, Harry carried simple luggage and got into Fred and George's car with Ron contentedly.

"That Malfoy hasn't been bothering you lately, has he, Harry?" Fred asked as they circled onto the highway.

"No, why do you ask that?"

"Because he got into a lot of trouble," replied George darkly.

"Strictly speaking, he did not commit any crimes."

"It's just that everyone doesn't like his arrogant and domineering look."

"Of course, he is the son of the school director."

"So it makes perfect sense."

Harry could picture Draco Malfoy strutting around a mansion, bossing around the servants and yelling at the servants.

"Ignore him," said Harry, "he's just a spoiled brat."

"So you haven't met before, Harry?"

Harry shrugged: "But I know his smug look well."

Everyone in the car burst out laughing, and Fred brought up the topic of the Weasleys.Harry soon learns that Mr Weasley runs a garage and Mrs Weasley is a housewife.At present, the Weasley family's second son, Charlie, is on assignment in Romania. He is a zoologist; the third son, Percy, is staying in Washington and working for the Bush campaign team.At present, the only ones staying at home are the eldest brother Bill who is on vacation at home, and the younger sister Ginny who is still in high school.

"You've got to be prepared," Ron reminded, "Ginny's super tiny."

"Er...really?" Harry scratched his head in embarrassment.

"But you're going to like Bill, he's super cool," Fred said. "Although he works on Wall Street, he's secretly a rock fan."

"We're almost there, by the way," said George as they passed a sign. "Welcome to Ottery St. Catchpole."

Harry looked out the window hastily, and he saw large fields and dense trees beyond.

"Here we go!" George slammed on the brakes.They parked outside a dilapidated garage, with a small yard beside it. Some vegetables were planted in the yard, and there was a small pool.By the gate lay some high-top boots, and a rusty watering can.A wooden sign was hung on the fence in the yard, with the words "Weasley" printed in handwriting on it.

"Not much," said Ron, "but it's a home."

"I think it's great!" Harry grinned.

"Now my mother should go to school to pick up my sister." Ron helped Harry bring in the luggage. The Weasley family's living room is actually quite large, with a fireplace, a coffee table, and a few unmatched Couch, "They'll be back soon."

"There's nothing to eat in the kitchen." George complained, he only found some biscuits, "but Harry is here today, there must be a big meal, right?"

At this moment, there was movement in the yard outside, from far to near——

"That's a stupid idea, Ginny!"

"Not stupid at all! Do you know what fashion is?"

Harry had just had time to get up from the sofa when the door was pushed open.

"I think you—"

The red-haired girl in fishnet stockings interrupted her mother with a scream, and she dropped her schoolbag theatrically, bypassing Harry and rushing upstairs.

"Can anyone tell me what happened?" George asked.At the same time, there was a loud slam of the door upstairs.

"It's incredible how shy she is." Ron shook his head. "Let me introduce you to each other. Mom, this is Harry. Harry, this is my mother, and the one who ran upstairs just now is Ginny."