Seriously, two prankster-minded brothers, Fred and George, made a big deal at the Dursleys. They deliberately sprinkled a handful of toffee so that Uncle Vernon's fat son, Dudley, couldn't help but pick it up and eat one.

Good fellow, his tongue suddenly became a foot long, dangling from the outside, and still getting longer! But his mother was in a hurry.

"It's not a joke, Fred!" Mr. Weasley couldn't help but shout at his twin sons, "What the hell did you feed that Muggle boy?" ”

"I didn't give him anything," Fred said with a wicked smile on his face, "I just accidentally spilled it on the ground...... Whoever told him to pick it up and eat it himself, you can't blame me. ”

"You did it on purpose!" Mr. Weasley roared, "You know he's going to eat, you know he's losing weight—"

"How swollen is his sweetheart?" George asked eagerly.

"It was swollen until it was more than four feet long, and his parents asked me to shrink it!" Mr. Weasley huffed.

Harry and the Weasley brothers burst out laughing again.

"It's not a joke!" Mr. Weasley shouted, "This behavior has seriously damaged the relationship between wizards and Muggles!" I've dedicated my life to working against the mistreatment of Muggles, and as a result my own son—"

"We didn't give it to him because he was a Muggle!" Fred said angrily.

"yes, we tricked him because he specializes in bullying people." George said, "Really, Harry? ”

"That's right, that's what he is, Mr. Weasley." Harry said seriously.

"That's not the problem!" Mr. Weasley huffed, "Wait, I'm going to tell your mothers—"

"Tell me what?" A voice came from behind them.

Mrs. Weasley happened to walk into the kitchen—she was a short, stocky woman with a very kind face, but her eyes were squinting with suspicion.

"Hello, Harry, dear." She saw Harry and smiled and said hello. Then she turned her gaze back to her husband, "Tell me, Arthur, what's going on?" ”

Mr. Weasley hesitated.

Harry could tell that he didn't really intend to tell Mrs. Weasley, despite being angry with Fred and George. Mr. Weasley looked nervously at his wife, and for a moment no one spoke.

Just then, three girls appeared in the kitchen door behind Mrs. Weasley.

One with very thick brown hair and two large front teeth, this is Harry and Ron's good friend Hermione. And the other, short in stature and with red hair, is Ron's little sister Ginny.

Both girls smiled at Harry, and Harry smiled at them, causing Ginny to blush at once, a crush on Harry since his first visit to the Burrow.

As for the girl at the end, her attention didn't seem to be on Harry's side, she just stood by the door, staring at the clock in the Burrow's living room.

"Tell me, Arthur, what's going on?" Mrs. Weasley asked again, in a somewhat intimidating tone.

"Nothing, Molly," said Mr. Weasley, mutteringly, "Fred and George just - I have taught them a lesson-"

"What did they do this time?" Mrs. Weasley said in annoyance, "If it has anything to do with Weasley's magic tricks—"

"Ron, shall we take Harry to see where he sleeps?" Hermione said at the door.

"He knows where he sleeps," Ron said, "in my room, where he slept last year—"

"Let's all go check it out." Hermione said sternly.

"Oh," Ron realized, "all right. ”

"Miss Lovegood, would you like to come and see it too?" Hermione looked at the blonde girl who was in a daze next to her, and hesitantly tugged at her sleeve.

"Huh?" Luna tilted her head and nodded quickly, "Okay......"

"By the way, we'll go too." George said.

"You are not allowed to move!" Mrs. Weasley yelled.

Harry and Ron cautiously slipped sideways out of the kitchen, joining Hermione, Ginny, and Luna, through the narrow hallway and onto the rickety staircase.

The staircase winds left and right, leading to the upper floors.

While Harry was asking Ron and Ginny what Weasley's "Weasley magic tricks" were, Hermione was chatting cautiously with Luna.

“…… Miss Lovegood, hmm...... Maca ...... I mean, doesn't McLean go to the Quidditch World Cup with you? ”

In fact, Hermione had wanted to ask this question ever since Luna's father sent her over.

"Maca?" Luna shook her head blankly, "He said he had a lot to do this holiday, so he should still be in school at this time......"

"So......" Hermione hesitated, "aren't you going to stay with him?" ”

"Why?" Luna said strangely, "If he needs help, he'll just say it......"

"Oh...... That's not what I meant......" Hermione pursed her lips, but didn't continue.

She always didn't know how to communicate with this blonde girl who was in a trance all day, and because of Maka's relationship, she couldn't tell it clearly.

"What's wrong with me......" Hermione scratched at her messy hair, feeling like her hair in her heart.

Soon, the day of the Quidditch World Cup arrived, and everyone was woken up early in the morning by Mrs. Weasley.

Most of the kids look dazed, and Luna is clearly the best of the bunch.

"Miss Lovegood, wake up......" Ginny shook Luna who was sleeping next to her, while Hermione was getting dressed.

"Hmm......" Luna looked at Ginny and Hermione with her eyes half-open, looking at her innocent look, "What's wrong?" Have all the Flober caterpillars become butterflies? ”

"Flober caterpillars don't form cocoons." Hermione corrected subconsciously.

"But Marka told me they would—" Luna muttered, raising her hand like a kitten and rubbing her face.

Hermione was stunned for a moment, not saying anything more.

Compared to Luna, who was always confused and believed in all kinds of bizarre rumors, Hermione was obviously much more sensitive to these little things.

On Harry's side, Mrs. Weasley had already arrived in the room.

"It's time to go, Harry, dear." She whispered, walking over to wake Ron up.

Harry reached for his glasses and sat up. It's still pitch black outside.

Ron mumbled something as he was awakened by her mother. Harry saw two irregular black shadows emerge from under the messy blanket at the foot of the bed.

"What, it's time?"

It turned out that it was Fred and George, who had been here last night chatting with them about the World Cup.

Everyone dressed silently, too sleepy to speak. Then the four of them went downstairs into the kitchen, still yawning and stretching.

Mrs. Weasley was stirring the contents of a cauldron on the stove as Mr. Weasley sat at the table, checking over a large ball ticket made of parchment.

When the boys entered the kitchen, he raised his head and spread his arms so that they could see his clothes. He wore a blouse that looked like a golf shirt and a pair of very old jeans, which were a little too big for him, and he held them in with a wide eye-wide leather belt.

"How?" He asked eagerly, "We should hide our identities when we go - am I like a Muggle, Harry?" ”

"Like," Harry said with a smile, "very good. ”

"Why don't you see Bill, Charlie, and Per-Percy?" George said, yawning uncontrollably.

"Wouldn't they be apparitions?" Mrs. Weasley said, placing the cauldron on the table and began to scoop the porridge into the bowls, "so they can sleep for a while." ”

Harry knew that apparitions were those that disappeared from one place and reappeared in another place in the blink of an eye. However, he never knew of a Hogwarts student who could do this, and he knew it would be difficult.

"But......" Harry thought suddenly, "I'm sure Maca would have been there long ago." ”

However, Maca always surprises others - he always doesn't use this spell well.

"So, they're still asleep?" Fred asked angrily, "Why can't we apparition too?" ”

"Because you're not old yet, you haven't passed the exam yet." Mrs. Weasley replied, "Where are those three girls?" ”

She turned and rushed out of the kitchen, and they heard her going upstairs.

"Phantasmal apparitions still have to pass the exam?" Harry asked.

"Oh, yes." Mr. Weasley said, carefully tucking the ticket into the back pocket of his jeans, "One day, the Department of Magical Transportation fined two people for apparition without a certificate. It's not an easy thing to do, and if you don't do it right, you can get into trouble, which is annoying. The two men I'm talking about ended up parting ways. ”

Everyone at the table, except Harry, frowned and made bitter faces.

"Oh—separation?" Harry asked.

"They dropped half of their bodies," said Mr. Weasley, scooping up a lot of syrup and mixing it into his porridge, "so, naturally, they were nailed there, unable to move on either side. We had to wait for the Reversal Contingency Team to deal with the matter...... Let me tell you, that means preparing a lot of paperwork! Because those Muggles saw the broken bodies they had left behind......"

While Harry and the others were still scrambling to deal with breakfast in the Burrow, an abrupt explosion broke the perennially silent wizarding prison on Azkaban's side.

"Boom!" "Bang dang!"

A steel prison door enchanted with protection fell to the ground, and a calm voice rang out in the dust.

"Come out, Bellatrix."