Dear Ann,

Zhan Xinjia!

You can't imagine where I'm writing to you.

The Burrow – Ron's home!

Because of the prank of a house-elf named "Dobby", I received a warning letter from the Ministry of Magic and was locked up by my uncle (we'll talk more about the details when we meet).

Ron and his twin brothers—George and Fred—I couldn't tell which of them was who, and in a flying car, he rescued me and took me to the Burrow.

I think I've fallen in love with it.

For the first time, I saw a "real" wizarding family, with lots of practical or playful, magical household items – for example, when I looked in the mirror, it told me to tidy up my shirt.

Mrs. Weasley was very kind and kind, mending my socks and constantly adding food to my plate during meals—she was always worried that I wouldn't have enough to eat.

Mr. Weasley was also very kind, he worked in the Office for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Objects at the Ministry of Magic, liked to tinker with Muggle-related stuff (the flying car was the one he had modified), and asked me a lot about Muggle life - electricity, post office, etc.

I met Ron's little sister, Ginny—she seemed to be a shy little girl.

I also worked with Ron and them to clean up the goblins in the garden - there was even a ghoul living in the attic of the Burrow!

Suffice it to say, I've never been happier than everyday!

Xiao An, I don't know if you're free right now, I look forward to Hedwig bringing you a reply.

If you would like to write to me, please send it to the Burrow, the village of Autry-St. Cachpole. Just a little outside the village, a house with four or five chimneys on a red roof.

send

courtesy

Your faithful friend, Harry Potter

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Dear Harry,

Qixin'an!

Please forgive me for not getting back to you in time – I've been really out of wreckage lately.

Because my butler is on his own ...... Maybe with the acquiescence and support of my parents), of course, he wanted me to have a more comfortable learning environment (honestly, I spend a whole month and a half at the teacher's house every summer!). My teacher, Professor Snape's home, 19 Spider's End Alley in Cokworth, was still being renovated (almost demolished and rebuilt in my opinion), so he had to stay in my house temporarily.

I haven't had any free time since the beginning of the summer vacation. Every day, I had to complete a huge amount of extra homework from my teacher – what I thought was abuse of me, but the adults didn't think so.

The other day, Hagrid had come to visit his "longing dragon baby" and had come close to a fight with the teacher - because he saw the teacher holding a needle "thicker than an arm" and drawing blood from the "poor weak and helpless baby" - despite Charlie's (Ron's brother and my family's dragon consultant) repeatedly assuring that a million (remember?) This is the name I gave to Xiaolong) There will definitely be no accidents because of being drawn "a small tube of blood".

Of course, nothing happened in the end - you don't have to worry about Hagrid, who now feeds millions himself every day, and the smell of brandy and slightly fishy raw meat is all over his body.

Enclosed is an invitation to my birthday party—you, and Ron's—and I sincerely hope that Ron's sister, Miss Weasley, will come to my birthday party as well, if she wishes.

The fireplace in the living room of my house, the "Forest House", has been connected to the Floo network, and you can easily reach it with Floo powder.

Please say hello to Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Weasley's family on my behalf - by the way, help me ask Mr. Weasley, I'm interested in "flying cars" and would love to have the opportunity to ask him in person.

P, I fed Hedwig some small dried fish, and it seemed to be happy, so I wrapped a small bag for him to take back and eat. Don't feed too much just yet, two or three a day is enough, and if it has any discomfort, be sure to inform me, I just learned the potion for stomach pain.

send

courtesy

Your equally loyal friend, Lin Xiao'an

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Dear Ann,

I'm writing to you right now—Hedwig has been pecking at the top of my head for the past two days because I've run out of dried fish.

The day after tomorrow, I'll go to the Woods House with Ron and Ginny - I think you already know, but Hedwig must send you a letter, so I have to write this letter - if you can, please give it a little more (push) fish (recommendation) dry (ticket) to save my potholed head, thank you very much!

Your overwhelmed friend, Harry