After the initial shock, the Granger couple had returned to normal, and they smiled and sighed without blame: "Magical magic." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Fred, whose tongue had recovered from its original shape, jumped up and down to Roger's side and looked at him curiously: "Why are you okay after eating sugar?

"Okay, we'll talk about that later, and we'd better get started. Mr. Weasley interrupted his son, "The Floo network connected to this stove is temporary, and it won't last long when things aren't going well in the Ministry..."

He rolled up his robe and pointed his wand at the fireplace in Granger's house, "Flames!"

Immediately the fireplace burst into flames, crackling and blazing, as if it had been burning for hours. Then Mr. Weasley took a small pouch with a drawstring from his pocket, opened it, and poured a little powder out of it and threw it into the fire, which immediately turned turquoise and flew higher than before.

"Fred, you hit the road. Mr. Weasley said.

"Let's go," one of the interrupted twins replied, waving happily at the Grangers, taking a few steps forward and walking straight into the flames, "The Burrow!"

With a whoosh, Fred was gone.

"All right, George," said Mr. Weasley, "you take a suitcase with you." ”

Roger helped toss Hermione's large suitcase into the fire and erected it so that George could hold it more securely.

George shouted, "The Burrow!" and there was another whoosh, and it was gone.

George was followed by Ginny and then Roger, and after saying goodbye to the Grangers happily, the boy put his foot into the green flames, felt its warm breath lick, and said, "Burrow!"

Roger felt himself begin to spin in the raging turquoise flames, and countless fireplaces flashed before his eyes, too fast to be seen. Then the scene stopped, and he felt his feet on the ground.

"Hah, you didn't see Fred's tongue, he wanted to give Roger candy, but he was fed one, at least three feet long—" Before he could get out of the fireplace, he heard Ginny brow fluttering.

A burst of laughter erupted in the small kitchen, and Roger stepped out of the fireplace to dust off his clothes, and saw Harry and Jon sitting at a cleanly polished wooden table, while Ginny was talking to two red-haired men that Roger had never met.

You don't have to guess to know that these must be the two biggest of the Weasley brothers: Bill and Charlie.

"How are you, Roger?" said the one closer to Roger grinning and reaching out to shake him. The calluses and blisters on his hands reminded the boy that it must be Charlie. He studied fire dragons in Romania and was stocky and looked strong and powerful.

Bill also stood up and shook Roger's hand with a smile: "Nice counterattack." ”

Bill, who works at Gringotts, the Wizard's Bank, wears a long ponytail and a small fan-like earring on his ear, and her outfit doesn't look obtrusive even when she goes to a rock concert.

Before everyone could speak, there was a slight popping sound and the 'flicker' of Floo Powder traveling, Hermione appeared in the stove, and Mr. Weasley popped up next to Bill.

Apparently Mr. Weasley had apparitioned back after extinguishing the fire.

"Alright boys, don't crowd yourself in the kitchen, we've got to leave room for your mom to cook. Mr. Weasley said and walked out first.

The kitchen was small and quite cramped, and there were barely any room left for at least ten people here.

"Well, I'll see," Mr. Weasley looked at Roger and Hermione, "Ginny, take Hermione to your room." Roger..."

"We've taken it!" the twins jumped out at once, apparently the previous fat-tongued toffee had no effect on them.

"Fred, George, I advise you not to provoke him casually..."Harry on the side said earnestly, "Experience, believe me!"

Instead, Roger smiled and shook his head at the twins with the box: "Then I'll bother." ”

The twins' room was on the third floor, opposite Ginny's room, Roger had a suitcase in one hand, helped Hermione carry the suitcase up, Fred, who led the way in front of his head, felt the crunch of the stairs under his feet, and couldn't help but smack his tongue: "Your strength is really big enough, if you join the Dow Gryffindor team, you will definitely become a good batsman." ”

"Well, my favorite position is also the batsman's position..."Roger nodded approvingly. Holding a bat is much better than holding a ball and shooting.

Hermione and Ginny, who understood the meaning of Roger's words, pouted secretly.

The twins' room was messy, or rather, very cluttered, with all sorts of bits and pieces that Roger didn't recognize all over the bed, and there was something left of them... It's kind of like the smell of gunpowder.

"You slept in George's bed, and George and I huddled together at night. Fred said, picking up the bits and pieces on the bed leaning against the door.

Roger leaned the box to the side and sat down on the bed, but found that there seemed to be something hard under the cushion, he reached in and touched it, and pulled out a slimy, half-purple and half-yellow sugar cube, and the boy tore open the wrapper...

"No, we haven't got it yet," exclaimed George.

But the boy threw the candy into his mouth disappreciatively: "Well, it doesn't taste very good... It reminds me inexplicably of Banlangen..."

The twins widened their eyes in surprise again, and picked up a spitting sugar ingot next to them: "You... This sugar... Is it another failure?"

"There's not much your invention can do to me," the boy smiled and asked, "How's your business lately?"

"Okay, there are a few gadgets that are quite popular, and quite a few people have placed orders with us. Fred replied absentmindedly, his eyes still fixed on the candy cube in his hand, as if he was considering whether he should try it.

Roger reached out and snatched the candy out of his hand, he couldn't care if he died, but after all, he had to stay in this room at night: "Please consider the feelings of the guests, if you vomit on the ground, I will be very troubled." ”

Fred didn't care about the sugar being taken away, but grabbed Roger's arm with an excited face

Roger reached out and snatched the candy out of his hand, he couldn't care if he died, but after all, he had to stay in this room at night: "Please consider the feelings of the guests, if you vomit on the ground, I will be very troubled." ”

Fred didn't care about the sugar being taken away, but grabbed Roger's arm with an excited face