"Ahem!ahem!" Mrs. Weasley cleared her throat, having taught them a lesson for so long, but she still couldn't get rid of her anger, and her heart had not been lifted since she noticed that the children and the car were missing.

Although his throat was hoarse and his hair was dry and painful, the more he looked at these three children, the more he wanted to continue the lesson, so that they could remember it for a long time.

Now not only Mrs. Weasley was tired, but Dudley and the others were also tired, and their legs were numb.

"Mom, you can't bear to let Harry and Dudley just stand like that. Ron muttered.

He was about to cry, and it made him uncomfortable to stand there motionless and listen to the training obediently.

Mrs. Weasley took a few deep breaths before turning to Harry and Dudley. At this time, Mrs. Weasley and the two of them just now were smiling.

Harry took two steps back, for fear of being disciplined, and if he didn't die in poverty, he could at least put Dudley in front.

If Dudley had known what Harry was thinking, he would have kicked Harry's ass like that. Unfortunately, he didn't know that he was now shocked by the speed at which Mrs. Weasley's face changed.

Oh!

"I'm glad to see you, dear Harry, dear Dudley. Mrs. Weasley, with small steps, stepped forward to give each of them a bear hug.

Dudley smiled awkwardly, Mrs. Weasley was too enthusiastic.

"Haven't eaten yet, are you, I'll make you some breakfast!" Mrs. Weasley pushed Dudley and Harry towards the kitchen.

The kitchen was small and quite cramped, with a cleanly wiped wooden table and a few chairs in the middle.

Dudley sat down in his chair regardless of his image, barely shouting 'Comfortable'!

Mrs. Weasley's teaching was terrifying. Never in his memory had Petunia taught him that way.

Come to think of it, Penny is very fond of Dudley, the kind that is afraid of falling off in her hand and afraid of melting in her mouth, and has reached the level of doting.

After resting for a while, Dudley was in the mood to take a closer look, this was the first time he had entered the wizard's family, so he had to take a good look at what was going on.

The wall clock on the opposite wall has several pins, each with a picture of the Weasleys at the front, each corresponding to a needle. The clock face is not marked with numbers, and it reads 'make tea', 'feed the chickens', 'you're going to be late', 'go to work', 'go to school', 'home', 'danger to your life', and so on.

On the mantelpiece are three layers of books: "Magic Your Cheese", "The Magic of Toasting", "Conjuring a Feast", etc.

It's all magic books, and to Dudley's surprise, his "Frozen" is actually placed on it.

The old radio next to the pool said, "Next is magic time, performed by the famous witch singer Cetina Warbeck." ”

Dudley was a little interested, and the only thing that caught his attention was the clock hanging on the wall, which was interesting, practical, and profound.

Anyway, he didn't understand how the clock was realized.

However, it is possible to guess that this is related to name magic, and the rest is unknown.

Mrs. Weasley was cooking breakfast at Ding Zero.

She casually threw the sausages into the frying pan, glaring at her sons from time to time, muttering something in her mouth.

"I don't know what you guys think. ”

"I can't believe it. ”

Dudley's eyes were filled with smiles, and Mrs. Weasley's broken thoughts were not angry but caring.

"I don't blame you anymore. Mrs. Weasley poured the sausages from the pot into Harry's and Dudley's plates, and said, "Actually, Arthur and I are worried about you, I really don't know what the Ministry of Magic is doing, and would think of firing you." We were worried when we received the news, and we didn't receive a single reply about you, and Arthur and I were going to pick you up in person today, but ......"

She glared at the Ron and Weasley twins, who were sitting on the other side.

The three of them smiled weakly and didn't take the stubble.

Mrs. Weasley used her wand to press the bowls of the sink at will, and the dishes washed themselves, clanging as if they were playing a tune.

Harry sighed and didn't tell Mrs. Weasley about Dobby's interception of the letter.

At this time, a little red-haired man in a long pajama ran into the kitchen, "Mom, have you seen my slippers?"

"Of course, it's in the attic. ”

"Hello," Dudley greeted Ginny.

Ginny nodded, "Hello." She looked at Harry for a moment, her cheeks flushing rapidly, and she screamed as she clutched her hot cheeks and ran out.

"This—" Harry wondered, he asked suspiciously, "I... I didn't do anything wrong, did I?"

"No," Ron said slurred as he ate his breakfast, "Ginny, she's been talking about you all summer long, and she's really annoyed." ”

Dudley raised an eyebrow at Harry, and he teased, "Your little fan girl, you didn't believe what I told you last time, but now you believe it." ”

"Boring," Harry said, his head down, picking his fork at the sausages on his plate.

"No, she's your standard little fan, and she's always wanted your autograph!" Fred laughed, but when he saw Mrs. Weasley's eyes, he was too frightened to speak, and buried his head in the breakfast on his plate.

The three of them became tigers, and Harry's face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But under Weasley's watchful gaze, no one dared to speak again.

A few people were silent, and after a while, breakfast was swept away.

"I'm full and tired. Fred put down his knife and fork, and he patted his stomach and stood up, "I think it's time for me to go to sleep, I'm sleepy." ”

"No," Mrs. Weasley ruthlessly rejected Fred, holding a spatula in his way, "You brought on yourself for not sleeping all night." Now you're going to clean up the goblins in the garden for me. If they don't clean up, they're going to get out of control. ”

"Oh! no~" Fred cried out in despair.

Dudley touched his chin and thought that it would be nice to have "A Cut of Plum" to set off Fred at this time.

"You two don't try to sneak away for me," she glared at Ron and George. Then, she looked at Dudley and Harry, "You're tired all the way, I'll go clean up Ron's room so you can go to sleep." ”

Harry hurriedly refused, "I'll help them together, I haven't seen how to get rid of goblins yet!"

"I'll go too," Dudley shrugged, having slept for a while during the night, and now that he was well fed, he didn't feel sleepy.

"That's a good boy," she said, glancing at her three sons, "you three need to learn more." ”

Dudley didn't expect that he could become someone else's child in the legend.