"Mrs. Weasley told you to tidy up the room, Ron, and you've been lying here?" Hermione asked, frowning, unhappy with the messy room.

"I've been so tired lately that I want to sleep, and besides, why should I listen to her tidying up the room, and Bill isn't getting married here, my mom just manages too much, and I'm really fed up with her. Ron muttered dissatisfied, "By the way, why are you just a few of you coming up, Harry?"

"Probably in the grove in the garden with Ginny, and we'll tell Hedwig to come up. Evan said, going to the table and writing a text message tied to Hedwig's lap, he released the owl out of the open window, and then sat down on his marching bed, "Since we mentioned Mrs. Weasley, Ron, we have to discuss our plans after the wedding, when the time comes, we will leave the Burrow and will not return to Hogwarts, have you figured out how to talk to your mother?"

"Of course, I already planned it, do you want to see it?"

Ron seemed interested, and he got up from his bed and led the group to the small landing of the staircase.

"Hit the ground in response. Ron whispered to the low ceiling with his wand.

A trapdoor opened right above their heads, and a ladder slid down their feet.

There was a terrible sound of half-sucking, half-moaning coming from the hole of Fang Fang, accompanied by an unpleasant smell similar to that emanating from the gutter.

"It's ...... Ghouls?" Evan asked.

He knew that Ron had a ghoul, who had been living in the attic of the Burrow, humming and chirping pipes if the house was too quiet.

Ghouls are ancient magical creatures that are said to have originated in ancient Arabia and are desert-dwelling transforming demons that transform into animals, plundering graves, feeding on the flesh of dead bodies or young children, and luring travelers into desert wastelands to kill and devour.

But in Europe, this magical creature has become completely indigenous, far less terrifying than its ancestors in the Arab region.

According to the account in Where the Fantastic Creatures are located, the ghoul in the UK is not a particularly dangerous monster, although it is born ugly.

It is cruel and somewhat treacherous, resembling a fanged man-eating troll. They usually live in attics or barns belonging to wizard families, and eat spiders and moths there. It moans incessantly, occasionally throwing things around, but is mostly simple-minded, and at worst it screams at those who stumble upon it, making it startle. In wizarding families, ghouls are often the talk of the town and even become the family's pet.

"That's right, a ghoul!" Ron said as he climbed the ladder, "come and see, I like this guy." ”

As he spoke, he reached out and roughly pulled a humanoid out of the attic.

Suddenly seeing this guy, Gabrielle let out a low cry and hid behind Aven, looking at it in fear.

Hermione and Elaine also looked at the ghoul in Ron's hand in surprise, and it struggled violently in Ron's hand and made strange noises.

"Quiet!" Ron yelled, his arm flicking hard and slamming it down the ladder, knocking it unconscious.

"Ron, is this really a ghoul?"

"Ghouls don't usually look like this, do they?

"That's right," said Ron, "they don't usually have red hair and as many pustules, and this is my masterpiece." ”

To be honest, this guy looked a little disgusting, it was the same shape and size as a human child, but it was obviously wearing Ron's old pajamas, and it was hairy, slimy, with thick red hair and purple blisters.

"Well, it's me, you know?" said Ron, smugly.

"I don't understand!"

"You're abusing it, Ron. Hermione frowned and said, "What did you give it, and why did it have so many blisters?"

"A little bhabo tuber pus and the magic that made this guy obedient, nothing. Ron said, shaking the ghoul in his hand vigorously, and the pungent smell of foul odor hit him, and Aven, Hermione, Elaine, and Gabrielle couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Alright, put it back, Ron, I see, you're going to use it to impersonate you when we're leaving. ”

"yes, that's a good idea, isn't it?" Ron jumped down the ladder as he grabbed the ghoul in his hand from the attic, "As soon as we left, this ghoul came down and lived in my room, and I think it was in a hurry, and it wasn't easy to see, because it only snorted and drooled, but it liked to nod." Anyway, it's me who suffers from loose pox. How's that, huh?"

After a moment of silence, Ron seemed a little disappointed by everyone's reaction and shouted, "That's a great plan, isn't it?"

"You're going to use it to fool your mother?" asked Hermione.

"It's not just my mom. Ron said, "You see, like Evan said, we're not going to show up at Hogwarts for a couple of next semesters, and everybody will think I'm with you, right? That means the Death Eaters will come straight to our family to see if they know Evan or Harry's whereabouts." ”

"There's no way we're going to hide our whole family, that's suspicious, and they can't all work. "So we're going to let the wind out and say I've got a bad pox and can't go back to school." If someone comes to investigate, mom or dad can show them the ghouls with pustules on my bed. Loose pox is very contagious, and they are certainly reluctant to go near it. It doesn't matter if it can't speak, because the fungus spreads to the little tongue and it certainly can't speak. ”

Well, this plan still has its fair share of holes, but it's really an excuse.

If Voldemort hadn't been so mad and wanted to kill all the wizards related to Evan and Harry, this reason could still be prevaricated. The Weasleys will not leave like Evan and Hermione, nor will they be able to hide in the underworld like Keresis, who will bear the brunt of Voldemort's defeat of the Ministry of Magic.

So, they need a protective measure, they need an excuse on the surface.

Of course, this excuse also applies to the current Ministry of Magic, which is Ron's main plan.

"Ron, did your mom and dad know about the plan?" Hermione asked again.

"They didn't know it at first, but when I figured out how to dress up the ghoul, Dad found out, and he helped Fred and George transform the ghoul. As for mom...... Alas, you've seen what she's like. She won't accept it until we're gone. ”