young man returning home

Chapter 43 Chunqi

Mrs. Weasley had been busy in the kitchen all morning, and when the children quickly got up from the bed to clean up, she finally brought out the freshly baked pancake pie: "Hurry up, please! Weasleys! Don't you have to go to school?"

"Mom, would you mind signing up for a Muggle cooking class? - I've had so many face-to-face encounters with Pancake Pie all winter, I don't think I'm tired of it, but it must be very tired of seeing my face again... " Hugo dragged the stool from the dining table and muttered dissatisfiedly. ——Other children also went downstairs one after another, and Lily nodded while holding her skirt: "I'm sorry, auntie, I agree with Mr. Hugo Weasley's generous statement for the ten thousandth time, he has made infinite contributions to our movement to improve food !"

James and Albus pursed their lips and snickered: "Auntie, I don't mean to mock your cooking skills--just we want to make sure that until our parents return from their trip, we have to endure indefinitely... wonderful pancakes Pie?"

"Come on, you nasty brats!" Hermione threatened, waving her wand. "Who wants to change your hairstyle? Challenge the simple spell forgetting rate of the perfect Auror lady? At least let your hair stand on end." It's okay to wake up!"

James and Albus shrugged, unable to dodge.Hermione smiled smugly, and the freckles on the tip of her nose seemed to stand out in the sun.She is obviously not young anymore, but she is still full of vitality. She was not an unforgettable beauty when she was young, but her comfortable and appropriate temperament became more and more refined after time. Miss Nutria's high-spirited taste.

"Don't worry! After breakfast, except for Lily, Hugo, and Albus, the other children have to go back to Hogwarts to start a new school year. Then, thanks to Merlin, I don't have to hear you complaining about me anymore. cooking skills!"

"Mom, why don't you say that after breakfast, except for Ruth and James, the three of us have to continue to endure...wonderful pancake pie?" Hugo drooped his head, as if he had encountered a very sad person things.A little wizard who has not yet reached school age will undoubtedly have to stay at home obediently and be Mrs. Weasley's eater endlessly.

"Hugo, in fact, my mother has long thought that your hairstyle is not pleasing to the eye..." Hermione began to pull out her wand.

"No, no, Mom, it's just a joke. You seem to be more beautiful today..." Hugo backed away with a sneer.

"Is this a joke too?"

"Of course not! Good mother!"

Mr. Ronald Weasley, whom he had not seen for a long time, finally appeared. He still had a toothbrush in his mouth, and he spoke vaguely: "Children, is it unbearable? The owner of this house, that poor Mr. Weasley, but he has endured her wife for ten years! In the past ten years, Ms. Auror’s cooking skills have not improved! I have eaten pancake pies for ten years--" Ron smiled and spread his hands: "No complaints !"

"Whether you complain or not depends by no means on your wife's handiwork," Mrs. Weasley waved her wand in front of Mr. "It must depend on Mrs. Auror's magic!"

Ron retreated helplessly towards the sink. He hadn't had time to shave, and the stubble was covered with white foam. He looked like Santa Claus in the wrong season.He didn't step on his foot firmly and nearly slipped and fell. He staggered and staggered to hold on to the corner of the table. The toothbrush slipped out of his mouth and fell to the ground, foam scattered.

The children were lying on the table and laughing.

This is the Weasleys.The only thing that hasn't changed ten years ago and ten years later is the children's laughter, Mr.'s obtuseness and as always cute and clumsy, Mrs. Weasley's ability -- the ladies seem to have inherited the majesty of housekeeping very well, whether it is The former Molly Weasley is still the current Hermione Weasley.

Like Muggles, a wizard's family is happy only when they get together and laugh together.And the Weasleys certainly do well in their usual style.Happiness, joy, simplicity, small troubles, but they will not affect life.There are children who hate naughty, but they are the flavoring agent of life.

However, not all families are so lucky.At least, as far as we know, in Wonderland Manor, where the cypress trees are verdant, the holly trees are shady, and time flows silently, the family life of the wizards is the opposite of that of the Weasleys.

Scorpius was thinking about such a thing when he was very young, why did his father always stand in front of the window frowning and sighing?No matter how hard he practiced spells, practiced flying, and tried his best, he couldn't get his father's praise and smile?Malfoys are always used to being rigid and serious, and even the old grandmother has also been infected with this habit. Every year when my father moved to Paris for recuperation, my grandmother always silently shed tears at the window, silent, gloomy, and extremely serious.She is a well-bred lady, and in Scorpius' eyes, she has always been a kind and kind grandmother. She can tell many, many stories about flowers and poetry in another world, and of course she doesn't shy away from talking about Muggles— - This is not allowed in a pure-blooded world.Scorpius listened with gusto, but during the time when his father moved to Paris, his grandmother seemed to have lost her special ability to be friendly, and she would never hug him and tell stories about the Muggle world.When he was young, he always raised his head innocently and asked his grandmother: "Why does Dad go to Paris? There are also owls, Quidditch, and many stories there?" The old grandmother sighed: "In order to grow up with you Big, Scorpius, good boy, to grow up with you." The elderly Mrs. Malfoy stood up from the sofa, staring dully at the window, where there are always many owls passing by the holly tree Flying over, they used Malfoy Manor as a rest stop.The old grandmother seemed to see through the distant zelkova forest, and saw her father in Paris, she said: "Our old friend Ibel is also in Paris, the respected Mr. Deman can always help Draco a lot Well, it would be good for the boy to leave London. The foggy days in London are always gloomy, and remind one of many unhappy things..."

The old grandmother was only serious and rigid at this time, but Scorpius could understand it, and he attributed the reason to Malfoy's influence. After all, the lovely old grandmother turned into a Malfoy from a beautiful lady from a wizard family. For many years - if serious and rigid is the consistent impression people have of Malfoy.

Malfoy has the best tutors, and young wizards have been exposed to a lot of magic in their preschool family education.He has been gifted with potions since he was a child, and he can use ordinary spells very well.The old grandmother always dragged her long nightgown out of the bedroom at dusk, simply spot-checked his day's homework: "Good boy, as a Malfoy, can you apply Miss Green's professor today handily?"

"It's no problem, grandma, I always feel that the process is too slow. When can I go to Hogwarts?" He tilted his head, his eyes flew out of the window unconsciously,—there were birds in the sky, The owls can fluently distinguish the lines of the sky, he seems to have a natural sensitivity and talent for flying, and soon, he will be taken by his strict mother to practice flying - "a child who can't practice Quidditch proficiently" , ashamed to be Malfoy," she always said.Miss Greengrass had hardly ever smiled since becoming Malfoy. "This is what it should be, at least she is a qualified Malfoy," Scorpius thought, "Malfoy is always accompanied by gloom." He even doubted that his mother was so indifferent when she was young Pale?How unflattering that would be, he couldn't imagine that a beautiful young lady, in her perfect Hogwarts era, always raised her head arrogantly, with an indifferent look of repelling others thousands of miles away.This is not pleasant in any way.

Or had his beautiful blond mother fallen into the corrupt, icy atmosphere of the manor after becoming Malfoy? "Then I should say sorry to her," Scorpius thought, "even if she kicked my ass so hard when I was younger chasing garden goblins. Malfoy made her unhappy— -Sorry, I'm a Malfoy too."

The old grandmother squinted her eyes and looked carefully at the end-of-class report handed in by her tutor, Miss Green. She smiled and asked, "Son, what are you thinking about?"

"No, Granny, I think Mum's about to push me into Quidditch practice. Can I go to the Knotts' dance in two days?—with Miss Green, of course," he added cautiously." Between proms I can finish Miss Green's schedule."

"Son, do you feel tired?" Narcissa pushed the reading glasses, she seemed to see Draco many years ago, her son, gradually became cautious, timid and cowardly in a high-pressure family environment.

"Occasionally, Granny," Scorpius paused, "Malfoy shouldn't get tired."

Narcissa looked out the window with wandering eyes, as if she was struggling to swallow the suffocated memory, and she said slowly after a long time: "Grandma randomly checks a question to see how your homework is doing, good boy, you will leave us next year to go to Hoag Woz - take it easy, every wizard goes through that."

"Well, Grandma, I'll answer everything about magic in Miss Green's class--I think dinner will be delayed a bit tonight, the weather will be nice, and Mom will ask for extra time for flying lessons."

Narcissa sighed and asked, "Which is the scariest spell in the wizarding world? It's very simple, take it easy, good boy, grandma won't punish you even if you can't answer it."

Scorpius is full of confidence: "Three Unforgivable Curses, they usually refer to: Imperius Curse, Avada Kedavra Curse and Cruciatus Curse."

"The scariest?" Narcissa leaned on the sofa and smiled, her wrinkles stretched out like ripples blown by the breeze: "No, no, the scariest spell is forgetting everything," she pursed her lips and stretched out her hand to rub it gently. Rubbing his forehead, "At least for Malfoy... forget nothing..."

Scorpius was taken aback, and noticed the strangeness of the old grandmother. Before he could get to the bottom of it, he was called away by his strict mother: "As a strict Malfoy, isn't punctuality the most basic quality?"

Scorpius gave the old grandmother a light kiss: "Grandma, Mom is calling me, I have to go to practice Quidditch, you guys have dinner first tonight, I must not be back to the table on time - the weather is so good."

He ran out, and the breeze that filled his face carried the breath of green grass.

Spring is coming.After the severe cold of midwinter, the years are verdant.