PS: When it was time to sleep, Ron said "I'll get the lights." It should be used to "catch" the light with the "light out", in connection with the context, obviously in order to create an image of a big boy who is happy to show off after getting such a toy as the "light out", although it is not a standard usage, but in connection with the previous sentence "We should sleep", how can it not be translated into "I will light the light", is it possible that the Weasley family sleeps with the lights on!

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After Hagrid fell asleep, Darren, Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat together, studying what they had gotten today, "Come, show us the lights out." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Ron held the light extinguisher in front of him, and with a click, a shining point of light from a lamp on the side of the room flew out of the middle and burrowed into the silver light extinguisher, and then with a slight click, the light in that lamp flew back again, which was indeed very magical.

"It's pretty cool," Ron said, "and they say it was Dumbledore's own invention!"

"I know, but he singled you out in his will, and he definitely won't let you help us turn off the lights!"

"Did he know that the Ministry of Magic would confiscate his will and inspect everything he left us?"

"Surely I know," said Hermione, "he can't tell us in his will why he left us these things, but that still doesn't explain ......"

“…… Why didn't he give us a hint while he was alive, right?"

"yes," Hermione flipped through the worn-out book of The Tales of the Poet Bean, "if these things are so important that they have to be passed down to us under the nose of the Ministry of Magic, at least he should let us know why...... Unless he thinks it's explicit?"

"He's wrong, isn't he?" said Ron, "and I always say he's got a bad brain." Clever and wise, that didn't say, but crazy and crazy, leaving Harry an old snitch and Darren a broken hat, what the hell is going on?"

"I don't know," said Hermione, "Harry, when Scrimgeour told you to take it, I thought something was going to happen!"

"yes, but," Harry said, holding his finger on the thief, "I can't try it in front of Scrimgeoiart, can I?"

"What do you mean?" asked Hermione.

"The snitch I caught in my first Quidditch match?" said Harry, "don't you remember?"

"The one you almost swallowed!"

"Exactly," Harry said, and then he pressed his mouth to the snitch.

Nothing happened.

Harry put down the golden ball, but then, Hermione suddenly shouted, "There are words! There are words on the ball, quick, look!"

Darren also saw that the surface of the smooth gold ball was engraved with a few words that had not yet been there, thin, and crooked to the side.

I opened it at the end.

But for a moment, the handwriting disappeared again.

"What does 'I open ...... at the end' mean?"

"I'm opening at the end...... At the end of the ...... Open ...... at the end of the

Harry, Ron, and Hermione struggled to read the words many times in various tones, but couldn't figure out more meaning, and finally, "Darren, what do you think you mean by 'I'm opening at the end'?"

“…… I don't know. ”

Hermione looked at Darren, "Really?"

"Really. ”

Darren wasn't lying, he really couldn't understand what it meant, but what it meant......

"And the sword," seeing that Darren didn't understand, Ron turned the conversation to something else, "why would he want Harry to get the sword?"

"Why can't he just tell me?" Harry said softly, "we had so many conversations last year, and the sword was there, hanging on the wall of his office!

"Who knows?" said Darren indifferently, "he didn't bother with you for a year because he was worried about your connection with Voldemort the year before, Professor Dumbledore has his own ideas." ”

"But, now that he's gone, we'll have to figure out what that means!" Harry frowned, "Otherwise, we might never be able to defeat ...... Fu."

"Harry!" Darren and Ron interrupted Harry at the same time, and then looked at each other for a moment, Darren continued, "There's a wedding here tomorrow, you don't want the mystery man to come and see the situation, even if he himself is not available, the Death Eaters can cause enough trouble, if Mrs. Weasley knows it's because of your casual talk......"

Harry swallowed, "God, mystery man. ”

"Hmm," Darren and Ron nodded.

"And the book," said Hermione, "The Tales of the Poet Pean...... I've never even heard of it!"

"That's because you're reading in a bit of a biased direction," Darren said helplessly, "It's in the tablet word, and I can record it in the first place." ”

"This book?" Hermione quizzled, flipping through the book in her hand, "Have you read it?"

"When I typed it into the tablet, I flipped through it, a fairy tale book, just like the "Snow White" and "Cinderella" and the like we will hear, but wizards obviously don't think witches, magic mirrors, and fairies or anything are amazing, but, your book is Ru Niwen, I don't know that the content is the same, you can compare it. ”

"But I don't understand why Dumbledore thinks I should read these stories?"

Darren shrugged.

"What do you think about Dumbledore leaving you the Sorting Hat?" Harry asked Darren.

"I don't know, I just know that it's getting late, we should go to bed," Darren looked at the wall clock on the wall, "I can't oversleep tomorrow." ”

"Absolutely not," Ron nodded solemnly, "the bridegroom's mother brutally murdered three of them, it would make the whole wedding a little unsightly!, it's time to turn off the lights," he said, taking out the lights out.

"Wait," Darren stopped Ron, "you go to your room and use this, or I'll have to call you if I want to turn on the lights." ”

“……”

The next morning, all four of them joined in the preparations for the wedding, and in order to avoid revealing his identity, Harry drank a large dose of Polyjuice Potion, and now took the appearance of a red-haired Muggle boy in the local village of Ottery St. Cachepol, Fred stole a few hairs from the boy with a flying charm, planning to introduce Harry to the guests as "cousin Barney", and the Weasleys had many relatives anyway.

By three o'clock in the afternoon, Harry, Darren, Ron, Fred, and George were standing outside the huge white tent in the orchard, waiting for the wedding guests, all holding seating charts in their hands to help guide them to the right seats.

An hour earlier, a group of attendants in white robes and a band in golden shirts had arrived, and now the wizards were sitting under a tree not far away, smoking pipes, and a cloud of blue smoke rose from it.

At the entrance to the marquee was a long purple carpet lined with rows of delicate golden chairs, white and gold flowers entwined around the pillars, and a large string of golden balloons tethered over the site of Bill and Fleur's upcoming wedding ceremony.

"When I'm married," said Fred as he tugged at the collar of his robe, "I'm not going to do any of these nasty things, and you'll wear whatever you like, and I'm going to give my mother a whole body bondage charm until it's done." ”

"I'll remember," Darren nodded, "I hope you don't forget when the time comes." ”