Remembering Me

It turned out I was wrong, as soon as the Weasley children arrived, the old house immediately seemed to be crammed with a large group of my mother and 15-year-old me.

The Weasleys' bright red hair was out of place in this place, and I don't think I'll ever figure out how Molly managed to keep them in a much smaller house for so many years.The indistinguishable twins George and Fred alone could tear this place apart in two hours if no one was watching all the time - though I'd say that's the best thing for it; little girl Ginny She also quickly proves that there is more than innocence in her beautiful brown eyes, and her partner with her little brother Ron can sometimes even win a round from the twins.

Bill, the eldest son of the Weasley family, has a special temperament that can make him look mature and steady even with long hair and fang earrings. Sight, I might really believe that.

The twins seemed to think it would be a brilliant idea to move the snuff box from my father's cupboard to under the cushion of a chair, and I have to admit that Donger did respond well when he was bitten, the catch was that they didn't seem to expect it to come every other day. There will be a little smoke in a while-but obviously this problem has been perfectly solved by their caring big brother.

But in general, their skills and artistry are not enough, at least there is no trap that I will not fall into as long as I am careful to guard against it-then again, they certainly do not understand it like I do. The film "Battlefield".As soon as I was able to reach the table, I poured pepper into the teapot so that my mother would choke on her bloody glory speech.Every inch of this old house has been wrecked by me in every way humanly possible, and even James couldn't have done a better job than me.

Well, a quarter of Molly's plans didn't materialize because Percy left the house the day before they moved in - that's a euphemism.Percy is more supportive of the official department's approach on key issues, so the current situation is that as soon as their third son is mentioned, the noisy redheads will all fall silent, and Molly begins to wipe tears. Her husband, Arthur, would throw everything in his hand on the ground, then apologize in a low voice and pack it up by himself.The shock of losing a child was palpable to the family, no matter how hard they tried to hide it.

According to the twins, Percy is critical, ambitious and has no sense of humor.The kids mentioned him with disdain, but somehow I thought he might be the most popular member of the Weasley family for my mother and Kreacher, because he sounded exactly like my proud brother Regulus.Speaking of which, he is somewhat similar to me in some respects, such as being an outlier in the family.

About a few days after the redheads arrived, Hermione Granger arrived with my friend.Ron and Harry's best friend, as smart as her name suggests, has saved both boys many times, both academically and otherwise.She was soon annoyed by her constant pranks and developed a habit of instructing others, but apart from being a bit too serious she was a pleasant girl, and Crookshanks had a good opinion of her. high.

Crookshanks was Hermione's favorite pet and a friend of mine.As a human, it's hard for me to describe how I communicate with him in Animagus form, but there's no doubt that this clever, suspicious fellow is a great companion once he's trusted.He has helped me more than anyone in my most desperate times.

Another friend of mine who lives in the attic has been with me longer than anyone for over a year, and he lived with me when I moved in not so long ago.One murderer is on the run, the other is on the run for wounding. Buckbeak and I are like brothers and sisters.Like it or not, he is still my main companion from dawn to dusk.

Not counting Remus, a bow-legged big yellow cat and a vicious hippogriff are the only friends I have right now.I don't know if everyone in my position thinks that an animal -- even a monster -- who trusts you is a far more loyal companion than a human being who even appears to give you his heart and soul.

All right.Add to that the vixen in the curtains, the boggart ceiling in the cupboard, the spider in the cupboard, the fleas in the carpet, the rats in the basement, etc. These, um, creatures, plus a number of Order members who come and go and Our leader, Albus Dumbledore, and a snotluck - my current circle.

When I'm not in meetings, I'm cleaning. When I'm not cleaning, I'm feeding Buckbeak. When I'm not feeding Buckbeak, I'm sleeping.Sometimes I am also in a daze, mostly facing the fireplace, staring at the dancing flames; when I close my eyes, I will burn the fire very vigorously, and adjust the tone of the flames, light, warm, and bright—it feels like sunlight.

I can't do this very often because the fireplace is always busy here.I don't want, say, one day when I'm sitting in front of me with my eyes closed and the snot guy bumps his head on my forehead with his whole bag of snot.So Dumbledore will have to worry about not having a teacher for another subject besides Defense Against the Dark Arts before September, which no one wants to see, right?

With a bunch of kids—reluctantly—helping out, the cleaning went a lot faster.There are many helpers, and Molly is too embarrassed to ask me to do this or that, so after listening to her explanation of the scope and progress of the day, I go to Buckbeak's room to sit all day and work. Come down at the end.Anyway, the basement where important materials are stored has long been protected by various spells, and the houses above can be built as they like.

Every day when I come out of that dark and smelly little attic, I can see new changes in the old house, but even at its best, this place is far from being habitable.Just look at those disgusting ornaments and utensils with family crests carved everywhere, and you will know what kind of monsters will make this place their home.

Arrogant monsters, arrogant monsters, grim monsters, paranoid monsters.

The insect corpses on the carpet have been cleaned up, and it is almost silent to step on.As I sauntered down the steps, I was taken aback by the scene in the living room: one of the twins holding the other—I'd prefer George holding Fred, the one being held was pale, nosebleeding, and already A pool of blood was about to form on the ground.

"What's wrong?" I rushed forward and got Fred onto the couch.

"Fred, uh, just opened a cabinet and that's it."

I didn't mind George's hands pointing around. I gave Fred a quick check. There were no bruises or signs of a spell. It seemed more like a poisoning reaction.Several spells to stop the bleeding proved ineffective, and Fred muttered "Don't tell my mother" or something vaguely, even though he threw his head back and the blood quickly dripped all over his collar.

"Well, I think he meant don't worry Mommy," George explained to me with a twinkle, looking away from the twins' faces.

Yes, I believe.

"I'm not an expert on therapy, George. The Order of the Phoenix should be nearly full now, and some of them may be good at handling this kind of situation. Fred's situation may become very bad if this continues." I said.

The words had some effect, Fred still insisted that he was all right, and George began to waver.

Then problem solved.

"Fred, George, you cleaned up that... oh my god!"

Hearing Molly scream, Fred and George exchanged a doomed look, their identical antics like looking in a mirror.

"We're fine, Mom." They said in unison.

I suppressed a smile and wanted to explain the situation, but the rapidly growing figure in the fireplace distracted me and looked in that direction first.

Jessica emerged spinning, straightening up to shake the ashes off her robes, being careful not to get them on the carpet in the process.

She looked up, her eyes met mine.

The aftereffects of not speaking for 12 years came back to me immediately.