"Is there any wide area around here?" Anna was a little curious, this is a wizard commercial street where every inch of land is valuable, how can there be any remote corners - "Tumble Alley?" ”

"Of course not! I swear I've only been to you once! Fred hastily denied it.

"Hey! I didn't know you had been to Tumbledown Alley! George protested, "Why don't you take me with you?" ”

"What is Tumbledown Alley?" Harry wasn't a big deal.

"That's not a good place," Fred digressed, "I mean you can go to our house—the Burrow!" There's a big open space there! ”

Burrow! A house made of magic! Very modern art style! And Mrs. Weasley's exquisite cooking!

"I agree!" Anna raised her hand in approval, "But how do we get there?" Now go to the Leaky Cauldron Bar with Floo Powder? ”

"You don't have to go to the Leaky Cauldron," George mysteriously, "Do you remember writing a few days ago asking my father to help you open the family's Floo network?" ”

Anna's eyes widened, "Success? ”

"No, it won't be open until you go to Hogwarts," Fred pointed to the mural of the three bears on the wall, "but Dad helped you open the Floo network for this shop - we'll just use the fireplace in the study!" ”

"Thank you so much!"

Harry followed the agitated group in confusion as a huge portrait moved away with the chuckle of the bear, through a long staircase lit with candles, and finally to the study, a room filled with books.

The twins handed Harry a packet of powder, and with an inexplicable smile on their faces, they each grabbed a handful and threw the powder into the fireplace flame, which turned green

They shouted "Go to the Burrow!" Then jump into the green flames – "We will have eternal life in the flames!" "It was the last thing they spoke, and now they're gone.

“？” Harry had the broomstick in his hand, not knowing what to say, the scene in front of him was magical, and there was a hint of blood boiling.

Shouting slogans and jumping into the roaring green flames, Anna held her forehead and told Harry, "Throw the powder in the fireplace, see the flames turn green and go in, and shout where you are going, don't make a mistake!" ”

Anna grabbed a handful of powder and threw it into the fireplace, "Go to the Burrow!" ”

Just when Harry thought she wouldn't say anything more, "—for glory!" Keep fighting! Anna was hoarse, as if it was the last moment of the war.

Harry was silly for a moment, grabbing a handful of Floo powder and throwing it into the fireplace, "Go to the Burrow!" He looked at the room where no one was, "Today!" I will be reborn from the ashes! ”

After Harry disappeared, Doodou, the house-elf, opened the door and walked in, his expression strange, and he muttered, "Bad Doodou!" Don't laugh, don't laugh at Miss Anna and her friends! He began to dust up the front of the fireplace.

Harry felt like he had just been squeezed out of a greasy pipe, and the force of the thrust made him fall on the carpet - a soft red patterned carpet, and he looked up, it was a fantastical and welcoming place, with gray masonry walls, creaky wooden floors, large beige sofas, and a few lovely chairs.

The Weasley twins were pestering Anna to ask what she had said when she jumped into the fire, a large wooden radio was playing soft music, and Harry saw needlework on the couch knitting his clothes.

Anna went over to pull Harry up from the carpet - noticing a strange clock by the fireplace.

Where the numbers should have been on the clock face are written "home", "school", "work", "on the road", "missing", "hospital", "prison", and "mortal danger".

There are also nine hands, each with a person's name engraved on it, on which Anna finds the Weasley twins - now representing that their hands are pointing to "home".

"Mommy needs to know where we are," George leaned over, "and she's always worried." ”

"It used to be our headshot," Fred said, pointing to the hands on the clock, "but now it's a name, and I always think it's because my mom can't tell George apart from me." ”

"Bang bang bang——— a loud voice came from upstairs, "is your house being renovated?" Harry looked around at the magical furniture, and he thought the Weasleys were a treasure trove.

"Oh no, that's Mr. Ghoul who lives in the attic..."

"His name is a ghoul?" Harry was surprised.

"No, he's a ghoul," Fred pulled out three brooms from a small room, "and this is our parents' broom, and Charlie's old broom—our second brother, who was rewarded with a new 1000 Halo when he was captain Gryffindor Quidditch—was a big expense at the time. ”

"That's because Charlie is a Seeker," a little red head emerged from the crooked wooden staircase, "and when I become a Quidditch Seeker - I can have the latest one!" ”

"Oh mommy little darling Ronnie," Fred said mischievously as Mrs. Weasley addressed Ron, "don't overthink it, chances are you'll use our old broom." ”

"Hmph, that's what you said," Ron scurried down the stairs with his slippers, "didn't you go to Diagon Alley?" The mysterious ones don't want to take me with them! Ron saw Anna, and Anna waved at him, his eyes widening, "You guys are bringing the girls home!" I'm going to tell Mom! ”

"Alright, Ron," George pulled Harry over, "your eyes will be blinded sooner or later by the orange poster in your room - how can you only see girls?" ”

"Oh!" Ron glanced at Harry, and seemed to want to argue with the twins, but was attracted by Harry's attire, "Your hijab is good!" ”

"Thank you!" Harry stroked his bandana awkwardly, "I think so too. ”

"The scar under his turban is even better," Fred interjected, "baby Ronnie, who do you guess he is?" ”

"Hey! Don't call me by that name! Ron gave Fred a handful in protest, though to no avail, "Do I know him?" ”

Ron approached Harry to take a closer look, Harry was about to say something, but Ron stopped him, "Don't say it yet! Let me guess - did you win the Silver West Prize-"

"No, that's an old man," George interrupted.

"I see! Could it be the one from the 'Weird Sisters'—"

"Not his son," Fred snapped.

"Ahh It can't be Harry Potter, right? ”

Ron looked at Harry, suddenly realizing something, and he pointed to Harry's red turban with a trembling voice, "Is there a scar down there?" ”

Harry unbuttoned his turban and smiled helplessly at him.

"He's really Harry Potter—" Ron shook George as he pulled him to the side, "Runaway leprechaun!" He's really—"

"We already know, you're so excited Ron!" Fred had forgotten that he had almost screamed in the street when he first learned the news.

"And what about this one?" Ron leaned in front of Anna, and Fred grabbed the back of his shirt and dragged him to social distancing, "Who is this girl?" ”

Ron took a closer look at Anna, "If she were the princess of the British Muggle royal family, I would believe it!" ”

"I'm sorry to disappoint you," Anna really likes everyone in the Weasley family, "I'm Anna. Lawrence, just a normal girl......"

"Anna—" Ron yelled, "you're the one who fights a black bear with a Bludger bat!" He stared at Anna incredulously, as if trying to see the flowers in her.

Then Ron sang, in a strange and rhythmic key, "The emaciated body hides a tremendous amount of energy—The long brown hair dances in a beautiful arc—Clenching the bat—clenching the bat—the head of the black bear opens with a blow—the great, heroic, confident bear slayer, Anna—"

"Poof!" Harry burst out laughing, but he quickly covered his mouth.

"I don't know when I had one more hymn," Anna chuckled maniacally.

"This is Frey—" Ron was covered by Fred, "heroic deeds have to be sung about—I think we'd better go to the backyard and play Quidditch, what do you say, George?" ”

"yes, I'm going to get the Quaffle, and I'll put it under the kitchen cupboard, right?" George received exactly what his brother meant, opened a wooden door, walked briskly to the kitchen, and soon he poked his head out, "I found it!" But where is Mom? And Ginny? ”

Fred had to let go of the struggling Ron and give him an exaggerated smile as a warning.