Harry spun faster and faster, his arms pressed against his body, the hazy stove flickering beside him until he felt sick and closed his eyes. Then he felt his speed slow down, so he reached out so that he wouldn't fall face down, and walked out of the Weasley fireplace.

"Did he eat?" said Fred excitedly, holding out his hand and pulling Harry to his side.

"Yes," Harry said, straightening his waist, "what is that?"

"Long-tongued toffee," said Fred happily, "I invented it with George, and there were some technical problems at first, but the boy Van Lin didn't know where he went, and our owl couldn't find him."

"But we worked it out, and we've been trying to ...... people all summer," said George, looking very excited that at least the long-tongued toffee they made was successful.

The little kitchen was full of laughter.

Harry looked around and saw Ron and George sitting at a cleanly polished wooden table, as well as two red-haired men whom Harry had never seen before. But he immediately realizes who they are: Bill and Charlie, two of the older of the Weasley brothers.

"Hello, Harry!" said the one who was closer to Harry, smiling at Harry and holding out his large hand, which Harry shook hands with him, feeling calluses and blisters under his fingers. He must be Charlie, who lives with dragons in Romania. Charlie looks like twin brothers, but is shorter and busty than Percy and Ron, while they are slender. His face was large, natural, sun-tanned, spotty, and looked completely sun-tanned, with muscular arms and a scar on one arm.

Bill smiled and stood up, shaking Harry's hand. His arrival was a bit of a surprise to Harry. He works for a Makai bank, and he used to be the child king of Hogwätcher. Bill is a copy of Percy, but older than him, and they are both very sensitive to breaking the rules, making a big fuss, and penchant for dictating to others. But there was no other word for Bill to describe his coldness. He was tall and had long hair in a ponytail. He wears an earring that looks like a fang. His clothes looked more suited to rock concerts, and Harry recognized that his boots were not leather, but dragon skin.

Before anyone could say anything else, a soft "thud" was heard, and Mr. Weasley returned, standing beside George's shoulder. He looked angry, Harry had never seen him so angry.

"That's not a joke, Fred," he yelled, "what the hell did you give him?"

"I didn't give him anything," Fred said, smiling strangely again, "I just dropped it,...... It was his own fault, he walked over and ate it himself, and I never told him to eat it. ”

"You did it on purpose," Weasley yelled, "you know he's going to eat, you know he's gluttonous......"

"How big is his tongue?" asked George eagerly.

"Before his parents told me to shrink it, it was four feet long. ”

Harry and the Weasleys burst into laughter again.

"It's not funny at all!" said Mr. Wesley, "that kind of behavior has seriously damaged the relationship between wizards and Muggles!I have spent half my life trying to dispel Muggles' misunderstandings about us, and yet my son ......"

Fred said angrily, "We didn't give him the sugar because he was Mag." ”

"No, we gave it to him, because he likes to bully the weak," said George, "right, Harry?"

"Yes, he is, Mr. Weasley. Harry said seriously.

"It's not like that!" Weasley said angrily, "you wait for me to tell your mother......"

"Tell me what?" said the voice behind him.

Mrs. Weasley had just entered the house. She was a short, plump woman with a kind face, but her eyes were squinted in confusion at this time.

"Hey, Harry, dear," she smiled at Harry and quickly turned her eyes to her husband, "Arthur, tell me what?"

Mr. Weasley hesitated. Harry knew that no matter how angry he was with Fred and George, he didn't really want to tell Mrs. Weasley. Mr. Weasley's eyes stared nervously at Mrs. Weasley, and there was silence again.

Then, out of the kitchen came a little red-haired girl, who was Ginny, the youngest sister of the Weasleys.

Ginny was a little excited to see Harry's arrival, but Mrs. Weasley was here, and Ginny still didn't dare to make a mistake, at least, when Mrs. Weasley was so serious.

"Arthur, tell me what?" asked Mrs. Weasley again, her tone stiff.

"Nothing," said Mr. Weasley, "it was Fred and George, with whom I had a fight. ”

"What did they do this time?" said Mrs. Weasley. "If this has anything to do with the Weasley Wizard Laugh Bomb......"

"Why don't you show Harry where he's sleeping, Ron?" said Ginny, standing in the doorway.

"He knows where he sleeps," Ron said, "in my room, he sleeps there...... On ......"

"We can all go. Ginny said, then pointing to Fred and George.

"Oh," Ron said, understanding, "all right. ”

"Okay, let's do it too. George said.

"Here you are!" said Mrs. Wesley.

Harry and Ron slowly walked out of the kitchen and walked down the long hallway with Ginny up the rickety staircase.

"What do you mean by Weasley's wizard jokes?" Harry asked as he climbed the stairs.

Ron and Ginny laughed.

"Mom was tidying up Fred and George's room and found a bunch of order forms. Ron said calmly. "Very long price list with something they invented themselves. It's all funny stuff, you know. Fake wands, magic candy...... It's funny, I never knew they were inventing......"

"We'd heard explosions coming out of their room a long time ago, but we never thought they were actually 'building' things," Ginny said, "and we thought they just liked the sound." ”

"It's just, most of the stuff — oh, everything — is a little dangerous,"

Ron said, "They're going to sell at Hogwarts for some money, and Mom is going crazy." Tell them not to make anything more and burn all orders...... She was really mad at them. L。 ”

"Then there must be a lot of noise now," said Ginny, "because Mommy wants them to go to the Ministry of Magic like Daddy, and they say they want to open a comedy shop." ”

Just then, a door on the second platform opened, and a face peeked out, wearing antler-trimmed glasses, with an angry expression.

"Hi Percy. Harry said.

"Oh, Harry," Percy said. "I wonder who is so noisy. I was working, I had a report to finish, someone was walking upstairs and downstairs like thunder, and I had a hard time concentrating. ”

"We didn't walk like thunder," Ron said angrily, "we're walking, and we're sorry if we're disturbing the super secret work of the Ministry of Magic." ”

"What are you up to?" said Harry.

"Write a report for the Ministry of National Magical Cooperation," Percy said pretentiously, "and we're going to standardize the thickness of the cauldron." Some imports are a little too thin, with an annual leakage increase rate of 3 percent. ”

Percy's face turned a little red.

"Ron, you can laugh," he said warmly, "but without some international law, we will find that the market will be full of low-quality, shallow-bottomed goods, which seriously endanger ......"

"Yes, yes. Ron interrupted and began to go upstairs, and Percy slammed the door shut. Harry and Ginny followed Ron up three more flights of stairs, and there was a loud roar from the kitchen, as if Mr. Weasley had told Mrs. Weasley about the "toffee".

Ron's room was on the top floor of the house, and it looked the same as the last time Harry came. The same poster of Ron's favorite Quidditch team, the Kudriganon cannon hanging on the wall and spinning on the slightly sloping ceiling, and the fish tank on the windowsill that used to contain frog eggs now has a particularly large frog. Ron's rat-spotted Pieter is gone, but there is a tiny grey owl that had helped Ron deliver letters to Harry on Priestight Street, and it was scurrying up and down in a small cage, chattering triumphantly.

"All right, pig," said Ron, who walked into the middle of the four beds, went into the middle of the two beds, and continued, "Fred, George is with us, and Bill, and Charlie are in their room," he told Harry, "Percy is alone in the room, because he has a job." ”

"Uh, why did you call that owl 'pig'?" Harry asked Ron.

"Because he's a little stupid," said Ginny, "it's called Pivijun." ”

"Yes, it's not a stupid name like 'pig,'" Ron said sarcastically, "it was Ginny who gave it a name," he explained to Harry, "and she thought it was sweet, and I wanted to change it, but it was too late to call anything else and it wouldn't agree." So it became a 'pig' and I had to raise it here because it annoyed Percy, and while it was great, it annoyed me too, come on. ”

"Percy loves to work?" Harry sat down on a bed and watched the Kudli Cannon cannon drive in and out on the ceiling poster.

"Like?" said Ron secretly, "he wouldn't have come back if Daddy hadn't asked him back, and he was fascinated not to mention the subject of his boss, according to Mr. Crouch......

As I told Mr. Crouch...... According to Mr. Crouch...... Mr. Crouch told me that they would announce their contract of employment at any time. ”

"Employment Contract ......"

Harry was a little speechless, Percy was able to go to work at the Ministry of Magic, which was naturally a good thing, but it was a good thing to announce it anytime and anywhere...... What the hell......

"That's it, it's bad. "Hardly anyone but my mother is going to take the initiative to talk to Percy these days, and I don't want to be preached," said Mr. Crouch...... Mr. Crouch said as if he were Mr. Crouch in faith. ”

"Probably...... Mr. Crouch is really good, so Percy ......" Harry looked at Ron with some embarrassment, he didn't know what to say.

Awkward chat?

It's embarrassing now, and a few people don't have anything to say for a while.

Ron's face flushed a little, he shouldn't have talked to Harry about such embarrassing things, however, he did hate Percy.

"I want to ...... I don't think they're arguing anymore......" said Ginny, trying to ease the awkwardness, "let's go down and help mom cook." ”

"Okay," Ron said, and the four of them left Ron's room, went downstairs, and saw Mrs. Weasley sitting alone in the kitchen, looking very bad-tempered.

"We'll eat outside the garden!" she said, "and there's no room for ten people here."

Bill, and Charlie are setting the table, and you two are in charge of the knives and forks. He said to Ron and Harry. She pointed her wand at the potatoes in the cellar, and a large pile of potatoes had been peeled and flew from the ceiling and walls.

"Oh, for God's sake," she said, pointing to the dustpan, and it jumped up from there, slid across the floor of the room, scooping up the potatoes and putting them inside. She said roughly, "Those two guys," she was pulling out the pots and pots in the kitchen cabinet, and Harry knew who those two guys were referring to, Fred and George, of course, "I don't know what was going to happen to them, I really don't know." No ambitions, unless you don't want to get them in so much trouble......"

She placed a large copper saucepan on the table and began to stir it with a wave of her wand, creamy sauce running down the tip of her wand.

"They're not stupid," she continued, getting angrier and angrier as she put the copper pot on the stove and set it on fire with a wand, "but they're giving up on themselves, and if the two of them don't pull themselves along, they're in real trouble." There are more owls flying from Hogwarts about them than the rest combined. If they continue on the path they are walking the way they are now, they will finish playing in the Office of Misuse of Magic. ”

Mrs. Weasley stabbed her wand at a drawer with her knife, and the drawer opened. Both Harry and Ron dodged out of the way, and several knives flew out of the drawer and across the kitchen, starting to chop the potatoes, the dustpan containing them and sending them into the sink.

"I don't know how we're different from them," Mrs. Weasley said, as she lowered her wand and pulled out more copper pots. "It's been like this for years, one thing after another.

They just don't listen, oh, no brains!"

She picks up her wand and lets out a loud squeak, which transforms into a giant rubber mouse.

"It's another fake wand for them," she roared, "how many times have I told them not to keep them around." ”

She grabbed her wand, turned around and saw that the sauce on the stove was already smoking.

"Come," Ron said hurriedly to Harry, grabbing a knife from an open drawer, "let's go help Bill and Charlie!"

They left Mrs. Weasley and went out the back door to the courtyard.

At seven o'clock, two tables were filled with Mrs. Weasley's superbly cooked meals, and the nine Wesley family members plus Harry were eating dinner under a dark blue cloudless sky.

It was heaven for a kid who had been eating stale cakes all summer, and at first, Harry was just listening to the conversation and didn't join in, busy eating egg and ham pies, boiled potatoes and salads.

On the other side of the table, Percy was telling his father about the bottom of the pot.

On the other side of the table, Percy was telling his father about the bottom of the pot.

"I told Mr. Crouch that I was going to get it done by Tuesday," Percy said triumphantly. "It was a little bit quicker than he expected, and I always had to go ahead. He will thank me for my timely completion, and our department is very busy at this time because of the various arrangements of the World Cup, and we are not getting the help we need from the Department of Magical Sports. Ruth Bagmun—"

"I like Ruth," said Mr. Wesley softly. "He got such a good ticket for us. I also gave him a little favor: his brother, Ott, got into a bit of trouble and used an abnormal power mower, and I got the whole thing right for him. ”

"Oh, Bagmund is a pleasant man," said Percy obediently, "but how could he be the head of the department? When I compare him to Mr. Crouch, I don't think Mr. Crouch will lose any vote in our department. Have you noticed that Percy Zoggins has been missing for more than a month, and she went to Albania for a holiday and never came back. ”

"Yes, I just asked Luth," said Mr. Wesley, frowning, "and he said that Percy had disappeared several times before, but if it was someone in my department, I would be worried. ”

"Oh, Percy is hopeless, isn't it," said Percy, "I've heard that she's been demoted from one department to another, and has had a lot of trouble for years. Bagmun should have managed to find her. Mr. Crouch took a personal interest in her, she had been in our department for a time, and I think Mr. Crouch liked her very much. However, Bagmun only laughed at the fact that she might have read the wrong map and went to Australia, not Albania. Birch sighed, "And go to the members of other departments?

You know, after the World Cup, we're going to organise another big thing. “

He cleared his throat and looked all the way to the table, where Harry and Ron were sitting. "You know what I'm talking about, father," he raised his voice slightly, "the top-secret one." ”

Ron blinked his eyes and said to Harry, "He's always wanted us to ask him about the big thing since he started working. Maybe it's an exhibition of thick-bottomed cauldrons. ”

In the middle of the table, Mrs. Wyvesley was arguing with Bill about the earrings, which seemed to have been worn for a while.

“...... It's really like bringing a terrible fang, what do they say in the bank?"

"Mom, as long as I bring great wealth to my family, no one in the bank will say anything about my clothes. Bill said patiently.

"Your hair is a little silly, dear," Mrs. Weasley said, stroking her fingers with her wand, "I want you to let me trim it for you......"

"I like it," said Ginny, who sat next to Bill, "your ideas are out of fashion, Mom, in other words, Professor Dumbledore. ”

Next to Mrs. Weasley, Freire, George, and Charlie all gleefully talk about the World Cup.

"Ireland for sure," Charlie said, mouthful of potatoes. "They drew in the semi-finals – Peru. ”

"Bulgaria has Viktor Krum. Fred said.

"Krum is a decent player, but Ireland have seven. Charlie said, "I wanted the British to kill it, but it was embarrassing, it was ......."

"What?" said Harry, with concern, regretting that he had been cut off from the wizarding world and had returned to Prive White Street, but Harry was very loyal and patriotic.

"Lost to Trasivinha, 390-10. Charlie said unhappily. "It's shocking, Wales lost to Uganda and Scotland was slaughtered by Luxembourg. ”

This is a blow to England.

Others joined in the conversation enthusiastically.

"Do you have any news from Hermione?" Ron whispered, "and by the way, and Van Lin, I invited them. ”

"It's supposed to be tomorrow morning, Hermione with Verlin, and Sirius. "I don't think there's anything to worry about, I got a reply from Hedwig in the afternoon." ”

"...... with Van Lin," Ron muttered, Harry didn't hear what he was saying, but it felt great to be in the Burrow, and he loved it.