Twelve thirty o'clock, the kitchen of the Burrow. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Suddenly a turquoise flame rose from the fireplace, and a little red-haired girl stumbled out of the flames.

Then there was a dark-haired boy who dragged his suitcase and walked out of the fire with a look of amazement on his face, looking around the small room.

"How?" Mrs. Weasley's voice came from behind her, her voice tinged with joy.

"Very good." Casto replied with a straight face.

He was still angry that he had no experience in wits with housewives.

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Molly is a clever witch.

She did not refuse Casto's desire to help their family through payment. But when Castor rightfully counted a few bags of gold coins to give to Mrs. Weasley, she immediately refused.

"If it's for the payment of the teacher and the accommodation, the headmaster has already paid it for you, and that's part of the Hogwarts bursary," she said with a smile, recovering from the state she had been tricked into by Castor, "if only you had this heart." But don't pay any more, Casto. ”

This was a casual excuse, but Mrs. Weasley used it as a reason.

But when he really wanted to find some other reason, he had been pulled out by Mrs. Weasley.

Because it's time for lunch.

Casto suddenly feels that his carefree childhood is gone. From the time Mrs. Weasley actually regarded him as a child, she began to develop a kind of coercion over Castor.

Casto thought about it for a moment, and then sadly realized that this turned out to be the aura that suppressed the bear child.

In fact, no matter whether Castor's state is calm or funny, as long as he is still a child at heart, he will be influenced by Mrs. Weasley.

From this point on, he also truly realized that he had met a fat, kind woman, but there was a tiger with sharp teeth hidden in her body.

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The kitchen was small, with a cleanly wiped wooden table and a few chairs in the middle. Luckily, there were only three people today, otherwise it would have been too crowded.

In order to express that he was still sulking, Casto asked for an extra glass of water, so he deliberately sat in the farthest corner from the stove and poked the toast slices that he had brought to his stomach on the plate. What he didn't expect was that the little red-haired girl also sat on his right with a plate.

Ginny glanced at her mother, who was still busy, and lowered her childish voice.

"The boy who came with you to the train station is really Harry. Potter? ”

Castor looked at her strangely.

"Is he famous?"

This time it was Ginny's turn to look at Casto strangely. She looked completely different from the timid girl at this time, and her tired face suddenly regained its vitality.

"Aren't you his friend?"

"Of course it is."

"So he didn't tell you what he did?"

"Nope."

Ginny then told Casto about Harry's origins in earnest. Casto suspected that she had memorized all the books in them.

"This is how ......' The Modern History of Magic, The Rise and Fall of the Black Arts, and The Important Magical Events of the Twentieth Century are recorded."

She's done. Castor kindly handed her a glass of water, and she raised the glass to moisten her throat.

"You like him?"

Ginny choked at once. Her face was flushed, and she looked at Casto with angry eyes when she coughed, like a lovely lioness. Casto tilted his head to meet her, his left hand propping his head and his right hand down his fork, patting Ginny on the back.

"I know why Harry has been hiding from me for a month," Casto said, "and he must be very ashamed." ”

Ginny still maintained a shy and angry expression, but couldn't help but ask questions.

"How so?"

"It wasn't Harry's doing," Casto said, understandingly, "his parents did it, but the honor was placed on his head." ”

"However, the mysterious man went to kill him, but was killed by the rebound of the spell, he must have something extraordinary." Ginny stubbornly tried to convince the boy.

"O good place," said Castor wistfully, "in my eyes he was just a boy with a miserable childhood, but a pure heart. ”

"Miserable childhood?" Ginny didn't believe it, "He looks pretty good in the train station." ”

"Oh, that's a story that doesn't go into a book." Castor shrugged and recalled.

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Ginny's eyes were red, and the fork in her hand trembled, unconsciously poking at Mrs. Weasley's freshly made sandwich.

Mrs. Weasley looked at Castow reproachfully, but with a look of righteous indignation. Casto could only give her a helpless look back.

Casto looked back at the girl, his heart fluttering.

"Well, I also admit that Harry is indeed kind, brave, and clever," Casto lowered his voice, "and what do you think of you compared to Harry?" ”

Ginny's body shook, and she stared blankly at Casto. I only knew that I liked a hero described in a book, and I was complacent about knowing all about him. But she never imagined that such a hero would live such a childhood - and still be so kind.

She still didn't feel worthy of him. Today this feeling is even stronger, because Casto is very objective in putting a living Harry. Potter appeared before her eyes.

"But he's got some drawbacks," Casto said, "if you want to pursue Harry as an equal, and think you're not enough to be so cute—why don't you try something he can't?" ”

The girl's bright brown eyes widened.

"For example, Harry is not good at cooking."

"For example, when it comes to studying, Harry doesn't have much interest in reading."

"Also, you're too thin now," Casto lowered his voice a little more, "Mrs. Weasley tries to make your life better, but it doesn't seem like it's enough. ”

"I can teach you something, and it's up to you to see the outcome."

Castor looked at the girl's brighter and brighter eyes, and his heart jumped with joy.

Mrs. Weasley must not have been able to stop the reward. It's just that making small moves like this is already a failure for the bear child.

After all, he still can't say lines like "I'm going to give you benefits, you can't refuse me".