Hermione arrived at the Burrow on Saturday afternoon, while the twins were secretly planning how to fix Dudley,

"Harry's letter says he's on a diet," George said, "and I don't think he'll be able to resist the temptation."

"We can deliberately mess with some special sweets." Fred said, his eyes glinting with excitement,

"Praise Dudley, what a good man," George exclaimed, "a prank long gone."

"I thought- isn't it good for you guys to do this?" Hermione said hesitantly, looking at Bill's voice for approval, remembering that Bill had served as prefect and male president of the student council,

"You're looking for the wrong person, Hermione." Bill laughed, "There are only three people in this room who will be on your side in this matter, Dad, Mommy, and Percy."

"And I suspect Dad might only read two of them." Ron said, "Daddy always compares to us — uh — indulgence?"

"Especially since they did quite well in the o.w.L exam this time." Charlie agrees,

"You won't count on me, will you?" Lawrence looked at Hermione's gaze, and he said in surprise, "I thought you knew that I didn't help them with this kind of thing, but it was for the sake of the prefect's badge."

"The Desleys are going on a diet for Harry, Hermione." Fred said, "It's just a small prank, and it's not dangerous."

"Alright—" Hermione gave up realizing she was weak, "but don't let me hear about your plans."

"Let's go back to our room and discuss what candy to give him." George blinked, and ran upstairs with Fred,

"You'll find it hard for you to stop them, Hermione." Bill happily flipped through today's newspaper,

"But I think they'll be measured." Charlie said gently, "Don't worry too much."

The next afternoon, Mr. Weasley and the twins and Ron stood in front of the fire, and they were about to leave for Privet Road to pick up Harry.

"It's past five o'clock," Mr. Weasley said, a little anxious, "Looks like we're going to be late."

"Mr. Weasley, what are you waiting for?" Hermione asked,

"I'm waiting for news," Mr. Weasley replied, "and it's a hassle to get on the stoves of wizards and Muggles."

"There's a lot of non-disclosure agreements involved." Bill explained, "Don't look at them waiting to pick up Harry, there's a whole team of amnesiac on standby around there to prevent emergencies."

"Exactly." Mr. Weasley said, "Even though we are understaffed now that the World Cup is approaching, this is still one of the highest priorities for the Ministry of Magic."

"Alright, Arthur." A head poked out of the furnace, his face had deep dark circles under his eyes, his beard looked like it hadn't been shaved in days, tongues of fire jumping around him, but he didn't realize it, "You only have twenty-three minutes, and our current task schedule is already counting in minutes."

"Thank you so much," Mr. Weasley quickly grabbed a handful of Floo powder, and after the man's head disappeared into the furnace, he sprinkled the shiny powder into the stove, "No. 4 Privet Road, Little Whinging, Surrey."

"I'll see you later." Fred said that he stepped into the flames,

"I'm sure soon we'll be able to have a good laugh." George said he couldn't wait to walk into the flames,

"If there's something fun, let me go last." Ron grumbled as Mr. Weasley shouted from the flames,

"-- go back right now -- tell Ron—"

"Huh?" Ron was stunned for a moment, but he had already stepped into the flames, and was carried away by the emerald green flames, and a group of people looked at each other,

"Did something happen?" Hermione asked uneasily, and everyone looked at each other, and after a while, someone spoke to break the silence,

"We'll find out later." "The worst-case scenario is to be in the wrong place," Bill said cautiously.

"Crackle—" The stove lit up with an emerald green flame, and Fred appeared with a satisfied expression,

"Go a little further, Fred." George followed, "I'm still holding the luggage compartment."

"I wonder if he ate it?" Ron happily stepped out of the flames, and it was a few minutes before Harry emerged from the flames,

"Did he eat it?" Fred pulled Harry out of the stove and asked excitedly,

"I think I ate it, but what is it?" Harry asked,

"Long-tongued Taffy Deluxe," Fred said happily, "the new version we improved overnight adds the most fashionable colors to the tongue—"

Even Hermione couldn't help but laugh in the small kitchen, (Note 1)

Harry looked around, Bill and Charlie smiled and stood up to shake hands with him, this was the first time Harry had seen these two members of the Weasley family, before they could say anything, there was a "bump", Mr. Weasley appeared in the kitchen, he was standing behind George's shoulder, looking angry,

"It's not a joke, Fred," Mr. Weasley yelled, "what did you give him?"

"I didn't give him anything," Fred said innocently, pulling out a list, "The deluxe version of the long-tongued toffee costs nine sicos, and I just fell on the ground and he picked it up and ate it—"

"We haven't collected any money from him yet—" George added,

"You did it on purpose," Mr. Weasley recounted the fact, and he continued to roar, "you knew he was going to eat, and he was on a diet—"

"What color is his tongue?" George asked eagerly, "How much bigger?"

"It was peachy two feet ago, but it turned golden again until it rose to four feet, and before his parents told me to shrink—"

There was a burst of laughter in the kitchen again,

"It's not funny at all!" Mr. Weasley said, "This behavior has seriously damaged the relationship between wizards and Muggles!

I've spent half my life trying to dispel Muggles' misunderstandings about us, and my son has—"

"The reason we gave him candy was because he liked to bully the weak." Fred complained,

"And Harry, who he harmed, won't have enough to eat this summer." George added,

"It's not an excuse," said Mr. Weasley, "you wait, I'm going to tell your mother—"

"Tell me what, Arthur?" Mrs. Weasley walked into the kitchen, and she smiled and greeted Harry, "Harro, Harry, dear."

"Nothing, Molly," Mr. Weasley hesitated, everyone knowing that he didn't really mean to tell Mrs. Weasley, "that I just had a fight with Fred and George—uh—."

"Why don't we talk about summer homework?" Hermione said to Harry, and then pulled Harry out of the kitchen, and everyone followed, Fred and George tried to get out of the way, but were caught by Mrs. Weasley,

"My hunch tells me that it has something to do with your product?" Mrs. Weasley narrowed her eyes, and the twins gave a look of resignation, and then the kitchen door was shut.

"I think they'll take some time," Bill said to Lawrence and Charlie with a smile, "and we'll move the big dining table to the garden first, our kitchen can't accommodate so many people at the same time."

At dinnertime, Percy continued to discuss his work with Mr. Weasley, until Percy brought up Albania and their conversation caught Lawrence's attention.

"—Besha. Jorkins has been missing for more than a month, and she hasn't been back since she went on vacation to Albania." Percy said,

"I asked Ludo," Mr. Weasley replied, "and she said that Bertha had disappeared a few times before, and that I would be worried if it was someone from my department."

"We're too busy with our own department," Percy sighed, deliberately raising his voice, "You know, after the World Cup, we're going to have one big thing to do—that top secret."

"He's been tempting us to ask him." Fred whispered,

"Every time I eat, I'm annoyed." George complained, Lawrence shrugged, and they turned to discuss the Quidditch World Cup with Charlie, and Harry joined them.

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The next morning, they were woken up in their sleep, and it was dark outside, and Mr. Weasley was going to take his group of underage wizards who were not yet able to perform shadow and illusion transfer to the Quidditch World Cup.

Saying goodbye to Mrs. Weasley and the Burrow, the group walked down the dirt path, and Mr. Weasley explained a little how the portkey traveled, and when the group stepped on a small hill, they split up to look for the inconspicuous portkey, at this time, on the other side of the hill, two tall and thin figures came into their sight,

"Hey—Arthur, here—"

"Amos." Mr. Weasley shouted happily as they met at the bottom of the hill, a rosy-faced, short-bearded wizard with a worn-out boot, and the boy beside him was Cedric. Diggory,

"Children, this is Amos. Diggory," Mr. Weasley introduced, "he works in the Hall of Magical Creatures, and that's his son, and I think you all know each other."

"Hello." Cedric greeted with a smile,

"I hope they don't decide the winner too soon," said Mr. Diggory, laughing, "You know, Arthur, tickets are so expensive—these are your children?"

"It's only redheads," Mr. Weasley introduced, "it's Hermione and Harry, Ron's friends, that's Lawrence, Fred's friends, and George's."

"Harry Potter - of course, Cedric used to talk about you, you had a Quidditch last year, right?" Mr. Diggory laughed and said, "I must say, Cedric, you have something to show off to your grandson in the future, and that is that you defeated Harry Potter—"

"It was just an accident, Dad," Cedric said a little embarrassed, "because of the Dementors, Harry fell off his broomstick—"

"But you didn't, did you? From that point of view, everybody knows who is the better flyer," said Mr. Diggory pleasantly, turning his head to Lawrence, "Aha—I suppose you're the winner of the International Wizarding Federation's scholarship, right?"

"Hello, Mr. Diggory." Lawrence said,

"Cedric told me two years ago that you had a competition at school, right? He said you won cleanly," said Mr. Diggory enthusiastically, "and this time you'll have a chance to compete again to see who is the best student to represent Hogwarts, and you'll definitely participate, right?" That—"

"Amos—" Mr. Weasley interrupted, "the time is almost up, who else do we have to wait?"

"No, the Lovegoods went a week ago," replied Mr. Diggory, "and the Fawcetts didn't get their tickets, so there should be no other in the vicinity."

"Well, it's a shame I didn't continue," Fred whispered,

"On behalf of Hogwarts? What's the matter?" George frowned and asked,

"You'll know when school starts, but—" Lawrence said, asking, "So you're neighbors with Luna?"

"Gee, do you think it's a pity that I didn't see her during the summer vacation?" Fred teased, Lawrence gave him an elbow,

"There's a minute left, we're ready," said Mr. Weasley, "just a finger touch—"

A group of people surrounded it with great difficulty

"Three, two, one" Mr. Weasley arrived, and they flew, this was not the first time Lawrence had used the portkey, the last time he had used it was when he participated in Nicol. Lemay's funeral, and like the last one, it was not a comfortable way to travel.

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Author's Note: I don't really like the transition chapter, because it's too similar to the original, but I want to mention the missing Besa. Jorkins, so I can only write this chapter.

Note 1: In the original book, Hermione and Ginny are not in the kitchen.

Thanks to Hai Jingxu for the reward.