HP fan, I'm Ron Weasley

"I've always listened to you" or something, I guess the old headmaster has been handling it all the time...

"Your master is happy now, Black will be the new hero in a few days—"

I ignore ugly words:

"Harry is very happy, Blake is his godfather, he finally has relatives..."

I didn't say any more, and Malfoy just pursed his lips and asked:

"Can I tell my mother about this?"

I said angrily:

"No! I haven't told my parents yet?! The principal said you can't tell others!!"

Malfoy paused:

"Then what if you told me first?"

I also paused and looked at him:

"Your father won't let you tell, didn't you tell me first too!"

Malfoy thought for a moment, then said with peace of mind:

"That's true—"

tangled breakfast

As expected, the news spread quickly. It was said that St. Mungo was besieged. Everyone wanted to witness the new loyal and tragic hero. The reputation of the Ministry of Magic plummeted. "It's useless to keep it", my mother wrote to say that my father is busy recently, in fact my father is abusing the Department of Muggle Affairs, but it is still affected a lot, and the shouting letter seems to be fatal. Fly to the Ministry of Magic, the Ministry of Magic is almost flooded...

I yawned and stuffed breakfast into my mouth, hesitating whether to ask about the grievances between Harry Snape and Professor Lupine. Before I could ask, Harry flipped open the newspaper beside him, and shouted in a fuss:

"Ron! Look - what's this?!"

I took the newspaper in doubt:

"what happened?"

Looking down, today's Daily Prophet has an entire page full of Old Malfoy. Old Malfoy stands in the middle of the newspaper, arrogantly and indifferently waving his wand for a while, stroking his hair longer than a woman for a while. Large print:

"The Ministry of Magic must give the public an explanation this time—"

"The tragedy of Sirius Black is entirely at the hands of the Ministry of Magic—"

"Secretary Fudge should take the blame and resign if he still has face—"

"The Ministry of Magic should return all the assets of the Black family—"

Hermione turned her head and took a hasty glance, pulled her messy hair, snorted, picked up the pumpkin juice and drank it down:

"To make a splash, let me tell you, this old one is a hundred times more annoying than that young one!!"

Harry wheezed and snatched the newspaper back:

"Is there something wrong with him?!" As he spoke, he poked old Malfoy on the newspaper with his gestures, and then the old Malfoy frowned, and looked at Harry gloomily: "What's the matter with him?!"

I swallow my last bite of pie:

"Don't you know, Mrs. Malfoy, it's Black's cousin—"

Harry looked at me like hell:

"What? How could I know?!"

Then fell silent, Hermione asked suspiciously:

"what happened?"

Harry shook his head:

"I was just wondering what kind of man Sirius Black really is... he and the Malfoys..."

I wipe my mouth on my sleeve:

"Don't worry! It is said that Black has a very bad relationship with Mrs. Malfoy!"

"Very bad? How do you know?"

"Uh... Malfoy said..."

Harry drawled:

"Is it...why did he tell you this?"

"...That's right, I'm talking here..."

Harry rolled his eyes, and Hermione continued:

"Is the news accurate? Is the relationship between Black and Malfoy really bad?"

"Well, he said it was 'very bad.'"

Harry muttered:

"What the hell, why did my godfather have anything to do with the Malfoy family?! After all, I don't know if Black is good or not, what kind of personality is he, you say, if we meet, what should I tell him first?! You Okay, I'm Harry Potter, first time meeting, can you take me away from the Dursleys?! Merlin, that's enough..."

Hermione put down the bread in her hand and comforted:

"You think too much, Harry, I think Black will definitely like you! As for whether he will take you away, you don't have to worry, he is your last relative—the Dursleys are all numb. Melon, according to the regulations issued by the Ministry of Magic——the "Law on the Protection of Minor Wizards" clearly stated—underage wizards, unless they have no relatives in the wizarding world, should not be sent to the Muggle world! This time Black 'comes back', your custody will definitely return to his name!!"

I looked at Hermione in awe:

"You even know the rules of the Ministry of Magic?! How do you know - there's this in the library?!"

Hermione waved her hand pretending not to care, and said triumphantly:

"Anyone with common sense should know that, in fact, I'm watching..."

"Okay." Hermione could go on for an hour if she asked her to continue, "So, Harry will definitely live with Black now?"

Hermione hesitated:

"It's not necessarily... If Black disagrees, it's not sure..."

Harry held the cup and said nothing, then shook his head in annoyance:

"Forget it, forget it, the worst-case scenario is staying with Dursley till we die—"

Hermione laughed out loud:

"It's not that exaggerated. It's too early to say this. Blake is still in St. Mungo's. Have you sent the gift I selected for you last night?"

Harry nodded, and I asked suspiciously:

"what gift?"

Hermione rolled her eyes:

"I helped Harry choose a gift, and it's been sent to St. Mungo's!"

It dawned on me:

"Yeah, your godfather is in the hospital right now, and you've got to send something over there—since you can't go see him right now!"

Hermione taunted:

"If you remember anything, it will be over long ago!!"

I bow my head and tinker with the bread:

"Yes, yes, you're always right about everything—"

Hermione said happily:

"of course!"

I mutter:

"Do as Malfoy..."

Hermione squinted:

"What did you say?"

I shrink my neck:

"nothing……"

Harry was pulling the tablecloth irritably, and interrupted suddenly:

"He said you are as good as Malfoy!"

Hermione ruthlessly pointed at the back of my head all at once!

"Harry!! You traitor!!"

Harry still maintained a melancholy expression as if nothing happened just now:

"Blake is actually Malfoy's cousin, how do I get in touch with him, I mean, start talking about Malfoy?!"

Hermione and I rolled our eyes together:

"You think too much, Harry, from the night you knew that Black was innocent, until now, you have been struggling with how to communicate with Black, what to say in the first sentence, what expression to use, you don't have to In that case, it's fine to treat it normally..."

Harry scratched the plate at hand with his fork:

"I just... you know, never had a loved one or anything..."

I choked, and suddenly didn't know what to say. I looked at Hermione for help, and Hermione scratched her face irritably, took a deep breath, and said softly (?):

"Okay Harry, I swear, everything will be fine, including your godfather's attitude towards you! I know you are afraid of losing him, that he will be difficult to get along with or something, Ron is right, you want There are too many things, let's take a step back, even if he is difficult to get along with and doesn't like you that much, so what, as you said, can things be worse, Harry, you have been through worse Too bad, think about the Dursleys, he can't be more annoying than the Dursleys!"

Harry sighed:

"That's all I can think of—"

I stretched out my thumb to Hermione, and Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, and said briskly:

"As for the relationship between Black and Malfoy, you really don't have to think about it that much. Even Malfoy admits that his mother has a bad relationship with Black! Black is a Gryffindor after all, so it won't be difficult to get along with, you Even if you don’t believe in the Sorting Hat, you should also believe in your father—he is your father’s best friend!”

Harry turned his head and thought for a while, then said in relief:

"Maybe you're right, Hermione, I'm just worried that Black will be like Malfoy, think about it, what should I do if he talks to me with his chin up?!"

Hermione and I laughed:

"Then punch his nose out!"

death by no one

It will soon be the day when the Ministry of Magic will publicly trial Sirius Black and Pettigrew Peter. Although Harry still has a little worry, he is still very excited on the whole. He reads the Daily Prophet all day long. The latest news, every day the new newspaper will always be rubbed like a rag by him, this night, after finally getting rid of Hermione, Harry and I went back to the common room, just in time to bump into Percy, Percy seemed preoccupied, and Fred (or was it George?) said he was out of love...Percy had nothing to do and decided to hang out with me in the lounge, and I had a fling with him After playing wizard chess for a while, Harry sat next to us, holding a torch—a gift from Black… I really hope I can have a generous godfather——cleanly wipe it according to the instructions, After a while, I threw the fireball aside, and I didn't know where to turn out a newspaper. Turning it over again, I dropped the chess piece in my hand and wailed:

"Harry, spare that paper!! Tell yourself how many times you've read it since morning - didn't I throw away yours, where did you get this one? !"

Harry smirked:

"I don't know, it's next to the sofa."

Percy interrupted:

"I brought it, what's the matter? Harry, do you want to see the date of Black's trial? It's still early. It is said that the court will not start until this Sunday!"

Harry scratched his head embarrassedly:

"I know, I'm just looking around."

Percy didn't intend to stay any longer, he messed up the chessboard irritably, causing every chess piece to shout dissatisfiedly:

"Okay. Don't play anymore, I'd better go out for a walk! You can play by yourself—" He said to Harry again: "You take the newspaper, I've finished reading it!"

After speaking, I stood up and was about to leave. I asked suspiciously:

"What's the matter?" After hesitating for a while, he asked again: "Or is it true what the twins said?!"

Percy paused, turned around and said with a grim expression:

"What nonsense are the twins talking about?!"

I shrugged:

"They say you've lost love—again! It's said that the girl who dumped you this time disliked you because you couldn't breathe when kissing..."

Harry pretended he didn't hear anything, and endured the pain of laughing beside him, Percy's face flushed red:

"Nonsense! They... you better not hang out with the twins, they're disgusting! Scum, idle punks..."

I was a little unhappy to see Percy going on cursing:

"Why do you say that about them, what happened to them, it's just a joke, some harmless pranks, what are you doing..."

Seeing me defending the twins, Percy was furious and sneered:

"Why, it's not the time for you to cry every day because of them, it's not the time for you to pee your pants when you're scared?!"

My face is black:

"Come on, Percy, what's your business?! As if you were in charge of these things at the time, or is it true what the twins said? Then you don't have to be so angry, I can tell you How to breathe when kissing!"

Percy's face turned blue with anger, and before leaving, he said "You are as good as them!", and walked away.Harry was extremely embarrassed, and waited until Percy left before hesitatingly saying:

"You shouldn't have said that about him, Ron..."

I airway:

"Listen to what he said about the twins: 'scum'!! Just say that about my younger brother?! Ignore him, I'll be fine after a while! If you don't go crazy once a month, you'll be itchy all over, crazy! !"

Harry sighed, and asked in a low voice after a while:

"Ron, you were scared to pee your pants by the twins..."

I'm annoyed:

"No! That was when I was very young! I was only a few years old!!"

Harry shrugged, indifferently said:

"Don't be angry, I'm just asking casually!"

After finishing speaking, I lowered my head, helplessly:

"Okay, stop laughing! What did you see in that newspaper?!"

Harry raised his head and said with a smile:

"I don't see anything. The entire Daily Prophet is full of news about Sirius. It is said that he is in good health and can appear in court on Sunday!" Flipping through the newspaper while talking: "There are others. It's some gossip..."

I rolled my eyes:

"Gossip? Don't read it, my mother said that the Daily Prophet is full of lies! 80.00% are not credible!"

Harry still lowered his head:

"Well, I think so too! Look here, it says Headmaster Dumbledore is running for Minister of Magic next year, and here, look, Ron, it says someone managed to kill a dementor, Merlin, yes Harold's name!! He has a new book?!"

I also leaned over with interest, and Harry went on to wonder:

"That liar is still alive? What a fate! After escaping from Hogwarts, I thought he would live in hiding like a mouse. I didn't expect him to have such a thick skin and dare to publish a new book?! "

"Don't!" I continued, "Don't talk about mice, when I talk about mice, I think of Peter Pettigrew! It's disgusting. Come to think of it, Percy even bathed it!!"

Speaking of this, I felt a little gloating again, and Harry also thought of that scene, laughing loudly:

"Percy is so poor!! I don't know what the Ministry of Magic will do with Peter, I wish he could live in Amagica until he dies, and let him have a taste of the dementors - and he deserves it !!"

Seeing that Harry was going to be tangled up about Black again, I had a headache, so I quickly changed the subject:

"Look here, and what's more, Barty Crouch—who is this person—has been burglarized and house elves have been killed! According to reports, there has been no loss of property. The author seriously appeals that the Ministry of Magic should strengthen The security of the residents—even the homes of officials from the Ministry of Magic have been visited by thieves!!"

Harry shook his head:

"I've never heard of this person." Then he returned to the topic just now: "I really want to watch the trial on Sunday. Tell me, if I ask the principal, will the principal agree to let me go?"

I am helpless:

"No, Harry, they won't let you see, even if you're the savior!"

Harry worries:

"Hey, but last time the principal also let us watch..."

"How many times have I said it, last time it was not official! Didn't it happen to be at school!! They won't let a student go to the Ministry of Magic to watch such an important public trial!!"

Blake's visit

Black's trial was held as scheduled. In order to make Harry less anxious, Hermione and I forcibly took Harry to Hogsmeade Village. Harry drank four big glasses of butterbeer absent-mindedly in the Pig's Head Pub, and after coming back, he spent a whole day. The night was spent in the toilet, and finally the next day, early in the morning, before everyone woke up, Hedwig was outside "thumping" knocking on the window, and Harry crawled Get up, run to the window to pick up the Daily Prophet, Seamus turned over and muttered:

"Finally a letter? This night, I didn't get a good night's sleep..."

I also put on my clothes and got up, yawned and asked:

"How's it going, Harry?"

Harry untied the newspaper from the owl's feet, opened it hastily, and immediately opened his mouth:

"Look, Ron!! Sirius Black!! He's been acquitted of—"

Seamus wailed:

"Harry, please, someone else is sleeping!!"

I threw the pillow over:

"Okay, get up quickly, there will be class later anyway!"

"Don't bother me! I can sleep for another half hour!!"

I ignored him, walked up to Harry, and lowered my voice slightly:

"Is Blake all right? I'll just tell—show me!"

I tore through the newspaper, and the headline in large characters on the top of the newspaper was extremely conspicuous: '12 Years of Wrongful Prison Finally Resolved' and below it was a line of subtitles in small print: 'Hero Returns, Sirius Black, Most Loyal Knight! '.I browsed through the entire article in a hurry, and it basically said that Blake was innocent, and Peter was the real culprit of the tragedy that year. It was confirmed that Pettigrew Peter joined the Death Eaters 12 years ago, indirectly killed the Potters, and then killed Twelve Muggles, who framed Sirius Black, were sentenced to be stripped of the Merlin Medal, and gave the Dementor Kiss at [-]pm that evening.Blake was acquitted in court, and all the family property confiscated by the Ministry of Magic will be returned within a week, and the Merlin First Class Medal will be added, which will be awarded in two weeks!Further below is a photo of Black walking out of the entrance of the Ministry of Magic. Black's complexion looks much better than that night, at least he looks like a flesh and blood person instead of a skeleton.The clean Black still looked tired, but the gloom between his brows disappeared, and he looked heroic.

"Harry, did you see this?"

"Ok?"

"Here, a reporter asked if Blake would accept your custody, here!"

"What?" Harry was surprised and asked nervously, "Where?! Why didn't I see it?"

I pointed to the bottom of the article with my finger, and the bottom of the photo was densely packed with questions from reporters when Blake walked out:

'Mr. Black, are you satisfied with the outcome of the trial? '

"Yes, I am very satisfied. Although I failed to kill Peter Pettigrew with my own hands, the murderer who killed James has finally come to justice..."

'Mr. Black, can you tell everyone how you escaped from Azikaban? '

'Sorry, no comment on this one! '

'Mr. Black, you have endured so many years of suffering in Azikaban. It can be said that it was caused by the Ministry of Magic. Do you resent the Ministry of Magic? '

'No, that's what I deserve! '

'Mr. Black, Barty Crouch, the officer who tried your case, has resigned. What do you think of the result? '

'I have no opinion of anything within the Ministry of Magic at this time. '

'Mr. Black, everyone is probably most concerned about the custody of our savior, Harry Potter. Will you take back the custody of your godson, given that our savior is still being raised in a Muggle family? '

'certainly!I mean, if Harry agrees!I very much look forward to living with Harry, and I will try my best to give Harry a home. Of course, I can understand if Harry disagrees. After all, I have never been a competent godfather...'

I spread out the newspaper:

"Look, it's written here! You don't have to worry this time, do you?"

Harry smirked after watching:

"Great!"

The matter was not over yet. At night, Harry was called out. Hermione and I sat on the sofa and waited for him. Hermione was bored and threw the book in her hand aside. I was surprised:

"What's wrong with you today, you don't even read a book?!"

Hermione scratched her hair:

"It's nothing, I'm too lazy to read today."

My jaw is about to drop:

"Merlin, Hermione, if you have something to say, I will definitely help you—why don't you even read the book?!"

Hermione rolled her eyes:

"Young yin and yang are weird! I don't know what Professor McGonagall asked Harry to do?"

"What else can happen, don't worry, we haven't messed with anything in the past few days, and we won't deduct points for you!"

"Ron Weasley! What does it mean to deduct points for me, do you know that there is a thing called 'collective sense of honor'?!"

"Hermione! Please spare me. If I say one more word, Snape will cut me alive!"

Hermione despises:

"It's Professor Snape! What are you doing, reading books on the Dark Arts again? Didn't you quarrel with Percy? Where did you get these books?"

"Twins, don't know where they got them, reward me for being on their side! Although, if you ask me, it's kind of gross to watch Percy kiss his girlfriend, I mean, what's the point?" What's so good?!"

"Let's take a peek and talk nonsense, the twins definitely have a problem with their character! Hey, can you lend me this book? The cover is so exquisite, and the twins brought it too?"

"This book? This book belongs to Malfoy, read it!"

Hermione was surprised:

"I know that your relationship has eased a lot, but I didn't expect you to be so good?!"

I scratch my head:

"It's okay, he just has a bad mouth, and there's nothing left."

Hermione shrugged and struggled for a moment:

"Can you secretly lend me a look, don't tell Malfoy, I promise I won't scribble!"

"Take it!"

Hermione happily opened Malfoy's book, looked at it for a while and said:

"By the way, why are you still looking at these things, are you still thinking about prophecy?"

"Well, just flip through when I have nothing to do. I can't forget that prophecy, you know, especially if the man is not dead, I mean, how did he escape death after the previous two years..."

Hermione is helpless:

"I've also thought about these things, the past two years, but I have no clue at all, prophecy, black magic, the words of the old principal, and other things like 'go farther than anyone else on the road to eternal life', Maybe you're right, it must have something to do with the soul, and it has something to do with black magic, but I can't figure out how 'he' escaped, you know, possessed or something!"

I nodded:

"Professor Dumbledore must know, he knows all the secrets of 'that person', he himself said that he knew the conspiracy of 'that person', but he refused to tell us!"

Hermione was thoughtful:

"So, the headmaster doesn't want us to interfere in this matter, and the old headmaster has enough ability to solve these! In short, maybe we shouldn't be entangled with 'that person' anymore. Anyway, Professor Dumbledore is here, everyone Always safe!"

"Of course, I know, it's just..."

Just that prophecy about me?

"Okay, I think you should spare some time every day to look at the textbooks! I can't bear to look at your poor grades! Let the principal and the others solve the prophecy."

I rolled my eyes:

"Got it—speaking of prophecies, didn't Harry mean that trelawney swindler also made a prophecy..."

Hermione's disdainful truncation:

"I just said that any words that come out of that female liar's mouth are unbelievable..."

"What's unbelievable?"

Before Hermione could finish speaking, Harry's voice broke in, and he looked beaming:

"What did you say?"

Hermione stood up to make room for Harry:

"Why did you come back so late, what does Professor McGonagall want from you?"

I also closed the book in my hand:

"Yeah, what's the matter?"

Harry sat down and said excitedly:

"It's not Professor McGonagall, it's Professor Dumbledore! Sirius came to see me!"

Hermione asked with interest:

"Sirius?"

Harry nodded, grinning:

"Yes, Sirius asked me to call him that! Sirius came to ask me if I would like to live in his house after the holiday, and if I get used to living with him, would I like to live with him in the future—"

I eagerly ask:

"You promised?"

Harry rubbed his face pretendingly, but he still didn't hold back, and laughed out loud:

"Of course! Of course I said yes!! Brother, this is my childhood dream, to be with a real family!!!"

Hermione and I followed happily:

"Great! Harry!!"

Harry scowled:

"It's just that Professor Dumbledore disagrees..."

"What? Why?! Didn't you tell Professor Dumbledore about your aunt's family?!"

"Hey, calm down, Hermione, of course I did, it's just that the headmaster said there was some weird connection between me and Voldemort - you all know that - and that my mum protected me from it, but I have to promise Living under the protection of my mother's closest relatives. That's the reason why I was sent to the Dursleys!"

Hermione asked anxiously:

"So you have to live with the Dursleys from now on?!"

"Of course not! This kind of blood protection will expire when I become an adult. I just need to live in the Dursleys' house until I become an adult. Even better, in the wizarding world, I can become an adult at the age of 17!!"

Hermione muttered:

"So, you have to put up with the Dursleys for at least four more years..."

Harry continued with a smile:

"No need! The principal said, I can just stay at the Dursleys' house for two weeks every year!! For the rest of the time, I can go home!!"

Just finished speaking, Hermione held the book in her hand and called to Harry's head:

"Why don't you finish talking at once!? It makes me worry!!"

Harry covered his head and smirked, I asked:

"Professor Dumbledore didn't say what kind of connection you have with the mysterious man?"

"No! We have asked many times, but the headmaster refused to tell us... Although I hate this kind of 'connection', it shouldn't be too bad, otherwise the headmaster will say it, won't he?"

Hermione made a final decision:

"Didn't the principal say that if Harry has any abnormalities, report to him! You don't have to worry about the rest! There is still more than a month of exams, so you should worry about your finals!!"

ordinary breakfast

Two months passed by, and the vacation soon came. Harry was picked up by Black, and Black, no, it was Sirius——Sirius was indeed a Gryffindor, and he was very enthusiastic—to give Harry his own hands. Delivered to the Dursleys, and promised to pick up Harry on time in two weeks!I have to say that Blake is a person with a strong sense of presence. When he is wearing clean and tidy clothes and standing lazily on the platform, his handsome appearance is simply amazing. The passing crowd always unconsciously Looking back at him - or maybe he's so famous now - especially when Black showed his white teeth and asked Hermione and I to call him 'Siris', even Hermione couldn't help but blush!I run on Hermione:

"How about it, is it much prettier than Harold's straw bag?!"

Hermione blushed and raised her head:

"How can Harold compare with Sirius?!"

Harry was so happy that he could hardly find North!The whole process was grinning, and Sirius was also happy:

"Ron, I heard you and Harry are the same as James before us? Good guy! I knew you were good the other day when you followed Harry to the Shrieking Shack!! Hermione? Haha Leigh says you're smart? If you ask me, he didn't tell the whole story, you're still a beautiful little girl! You can call me Sirius, and I'll invite you to my house when Harry comes home! Luo Well, come and play in a few days, with your father?"

Hermione and I readily agreed, and after a while, Mom and Dad came to pick me up. Dad and Sirius exchanged pleasantries for a while, and agreed to go to Black's house early tomorrow morning and take me to find the twins.

After returning home, the twins’ pranks on me have decreased a lot. I asked curiously, but the twins kept me secret: they want to study some new pranks, and they will go to Diagon Alley after graduation Open a store that specializes in buying gadgets!

"Why? What do you think, I mean, Mom won't agree!"

Fred rolled his eyes:

"Of course, this matter depends on Xu Xu Tu Zhi, understand?"

"That's right! Ron, let me tell you, if we're going to sit in an office like Percy after graduation, signing ridiculous papers and stuff like that, we'd be better off killing us!"

Percy happened to be graduating this year, and because of his excellent character and academics, he has been admitted to the Ministry of Magic. Percy is very proud, and his mother is also proud of him. These days, Percy always holds his chin up, thinking that he is a very special person It seems that there is always a sense of blame for Dad's ineffectiveness in the Ministry of Magic for so many years-I thought others couldn't hear it-Mum didn't care, Dad just laughed it off, and the twins and Ginny directly blew up , now at home, no one is willing to talk to him except his parents. Percy holds his ridiculously long neck up and bosses everyone around every day. The twins play tricks on him. Annoyed and helpless, he had to go to the Ministry of Magic early every day and come back at midnight.Not to mention, Dad said that everyone in the Ministry of Magic thinks Percy is hard-working and motivated, "he's a good seed!".The twins snorted, the time I got angry with Percy at school, it still hasn't healed!Closer to home, what the twins mean is to prepare quietly first, and then tell mom when everything is ready!The plan sounds a bit feasible, but:

"You've thought everything through, you've even thought about the price of each 'product'! But the most important thing is, you don't have the money to rent a shop. Renting a shop in Diagon Alley costs a lot of money! You guys Where can I get money, don't tell me that I only rely on this little gadget sold to my classmates!!"

The twins look at each other:

"Oh, little mouse, of course we have thought about this too! But there are still two years before our graduation, right? In two years, the money problem will definitely be resolved!"

"That's right! When we succeed, we will give you a precious gift that you have never received before, as a reward for your support in the early days of our business—I didn't expect my mother to tell me!!"

I pouted:

"Then I'll wait for the day when you succeed! Don't say that I didn't warn you, you are huddled in the room every day, and you are still crackling, and your mother will be suspicious if you are late!"

Early the next morning, as soon as I woke up, I saw my father and mother eating at the dining table:

"You're awake, Ron, come over and have breakfast, I'll call Ginny and the others later, I wanted you to sleep a little longer!"

I am surprised:

"Dad, why didn't you go to the Ministry of Magic today? Don't you have to work overtime?"

Dad took a sip of pumpkin juice:

"No, didn't we agree yesterday that we will visit Sirius' house today? Black's ancestral house has been unoccupied for more than ten years, so it must be a mess. Let your mother take you all to help later!"

I nodded and picked up the pie:

"Where's the Percy man, why didn't you see him?"

"Percy went to the Ministry of Magic early in the morning, poor child, didn't even eat breakfast!" Mom muttered: "The twins really went too far this time! I'll wake them up, you eat first, dear— —”

Mom leaned over and kissed Dad's face, and went upstairs arrogantly!Dad said helplessly:

"Percy said he wouldn't go to Sirius's place today, this kid, it's not like he's exhausting himself, so he won't listen to any persuasion..."

I stuffed the pie methodically in my mouth—too lazy to eat in the morning—airway:

"Ignore him! He's a freak!!"

Dad patted the back of my head, laughed and cursed:

"How to say, he is your brother—"

"Brother? With twins, I really wonder, are things like brother such a jerk?!"

"What did Percy do to you?"

"Don't mention it!" I complained: "Didn't he get angry last time at school? I'll apologize when I come back, Dad, you didn't see his ridiculous appearance!! Sneering, bah! It wasn't mine in the first place. Wrong, he even kicked his nose on his face—"

"Okay, okay, since Percy went to work, you guys don't have dead noses, noses and eyes are not eyes, Percy just doesn't like to joke so much, don't take it too far—"

"Dad, look at him, if he doesn't have a red head, I doubt he is a child of our family!"

Dad laughed:

"Yes, Percy