When he came home, he found that his classmate who had disappeared from the train had actually appeared in his kitchen, which confused Ron a little, but fortunately the hearty food gagged him in time - at least temporarily.

Now, yes, it's a deep immorality to laugh at the poverty of others, and we couldn't agree more, but the truth is, you really don't have the opportunity to enjoy any luxuries at the Weasleys – that's always the case with one person's income to feed seven children.

Steamed sea bass has been well received, and the sea bass in the summer is not as fatty as in the fall, but again, as long as the fish is fresh enough, it will not taste too bad. Amazingly, Fred and George have a knack for grilling fish, and the two bad boys have been running to the river to play since they were young, and then secretly cooking their loot without telling their families (mostly using firecrackers or other things that are easier to make their guardians' eyes dark), and if not for the fear of being dragged into the water, they might have done the same at Hogwarts.

In contrast, the stir-fried rabbit meat, which has been heavily spiced but still doesn't recreate Neil's desired taste, has received polarizing reviews. People who can't eat spicy food start to retreat when they see the color of this thing burning, but that still can't stop it from being the first object to be swept away from the entire table. You'll notice the boys blushing and sweating profusely from their meals, Percy's glasses almost slipping off the bridge of his nose, but none of them slowed down the meat from the tray. The two hares disappeared silently into their stomachs like morning dew.

"If we weren't all in the same school, I'd have wondered if you were being abused there."

The good-natured joke made Ron's face blush a little—I mean, "maybe" a little, after all, his face had long since become like a boiled crab because of the chili peppers.

"Can't you think we're sacrificing our image to give you a show for your craft?" He said as he licked the sauce from his fingers. The gesture made his words seem unconvincing, but Neil nodded as if to be appreciative.

"That's a saying." He laughed and said, "Well, for that nice compliment, who wants another sesame ball?"

Fred, George, and Ginny raised their hands at the same time.

The Weasleys watched with amusement as Neil roamed around their kitchen, barely saying anything other than the occasional compliment on his work. The boy had an elusive mix of eerie innocence and age-inappropriate maturity, but they were both happy to see him get along with their own children - yes, he looked a little weird, but since Dumbledore had introduced him here, what was there to worry about?

- In fact, there is one thing that should be worried, and that is that the chef is planning to serve a drink at a time when everyone is satisfied and vigilant is at a minimum. Fortunately, the tried and tested Ron was keenly aware of this intention, and with his mediation, a green tea was finally served to the table. Compared to black tea, the bitterness is much stronger, but at the same time it has a pleasantly fresh aroma.

Ginny took a sip and pushed the cup to her father, and the others responded merely, except for Mr. Weasley, who seemed to like the taste. To his delight, Percy frowned and smashed his mouth for a long time after drinking his own glass, and then suddenly changed his mind and asked if he could have another one.

"I knew my son was going to be like me somehow!" Mr. Weasley said this with a proud look on his face. Perhaps influenced by the family environment, Percy has always been ambitious, and he does not hide his desire to get ahead, and he does not look down on his father and his younger brothers, who are reluctant to make progress. So far, the impact of this difference in attitudes towards life on family relationships has not been obvious, but it is also an indisputable fact that the differences between the two sides are growing day by day.

And if this separation between family members can be reconnected through some other channel, even if it ultimately does nothing to heal the relationship, it will still be a happy thing.

After a full meal, the conversation at the table gradually fell silent

Down, everyone was a little drowsy, except for Mr. Weasley, who was still thinking about the Muggle emporium appliance brochure in his trouser pocket, and couldn't wait to hide and look at it secretly. New Muggle appliances were expensive and completely useless, so Mr. Weasley's collection was either scrapped garbage or contraband collected in the light of his position...... The Ministry of Magic generally doesn't care much about where they go.

Ron yawned, "Mom, are you going to let Neil live in Charlie's vacated room?"

"What? Oh yes." Mrs. Weasley, who was suspiciously watching her husband's suspicious behavior, was startled when she heard this, "yes, that's right, just tidy up a little...... Before that, why don't you take him to your room first?"

She stood up from her chair as she spoke, neatly fastened her apron, and then put her hands on Neil's shoulders and nudged him gently, "Don't worry, honey, follow him, I'll just clean up here."

Neil left the kitchen after Ron, and walked down the narrow hallway to an uneven staircase. The staircase twists and turns, and a door is ajar at the top of the staircase on the third floor. Neil subconsciously wanted to look inside, but Ron grabbed him just in time.

"This is Ginny's room." He said, his serious expression revealing some kind of bloody lesson, "If you want to stay here safe and sound, you have to learn never to come within two steps of this door - that's what a man who broke through the forbidden area on the fourth floor, believe me."

Neil is naturally good. He wasn't interested in peeping into Lady's room in the first place, let alone taking the risk of it.

They climbed two more floors to a peeling paint door with a small sign that read "Ron's Room."

"You please."

Ron deliberately made a very contrived "please come in" pose, and Neil bowed in agreement, pushed open the creaky door and walked in. For a moment, he felt as if he had entered some unsubmerged cabin in a sunken ship. The ceiling of the room was low, low, and sloping, and anyone of his height had to carefully bend his neck to walk in it.

Everything in Ron's room looked a dazzling orange-yellow: the bedspreads, the walls, and even the ceiling, and it tingled to the sight. He covered almost every inch of the worn wallpaper with posters, all of which depicted the same seven witches and witches, all dressed in bright orange-yellow robes and carrying broomsticks, happily waving to the image.

"Who are they?"

"Oh, Chadri Artillery."

"Ah, your brother in Romania!"

"No, that's Charlie! It's a Quidditch team, Chadri Artillery, and voila!" Ron rolled his eyes and pointed to the orange-yellow bedspread, which had two huge letters CC brightly emblazoned on it, and a cannonball that was flying with tail smoke, "They're ninth in the club right now."

"Faithful, Mr. Weasley."

There was a bit of a sarcasm in it, but Ron graciously admitted, "Not bad. Maybe one day we can go and watch them together, and maybe you'll fall in love with Quidditch – seriously, it's a shame to come all the way to England and not experience the charm of the sport."

Neil shrugged noncommittally and continued to look around.

There was a messy stack of textbooks in the corner, which looked a little tattered—none of them were first-grade books, they should have been left to him by other older brothers after they had used them. The comic books next to them looked like Ron's own personal belongings, but the title of "The Adventures of Mad Muggle Martin Miguez" on the cover of the top book instantly discouraged Neil from borrowing it. There were several charred black dots scattered here and there on the windowsill, as if someone had played with a magnifying glass on it, and there was a large fish tank on it, which was empty.

"I usually use it to raise some goldfish or something." Ron said seriously, but when he saw the other party's skeptical eyes, he immediately gave up hiding it, "Well, more often than not, it's used to hold frog eggs fished out of the river - I just want to look elegant, nothing."

Effect, right?"

Next to the fish tank was a small empty cage, and Neil vaguely remembered that Ron seemed to have a mouse, but he didn't seem to have seen it once.

They must have packed their bags and put their pets back in their cages before dinner, maybe the Weasleys were sticking to free-range pet rats? Neil thought nonchalantly and looked down at the floor - it was good, like the ceiling, the floor was also slanted, and it didn't disappoint at all! The whole room is like one of the sloping huts in a science museum that is used to scare children......

Obviously, Ron wasn't good at tidying up the room, while Mrs. Weasley was respectful of her son's privacy, as there was a lot of mess on the floor. There were several paper balls, two or three unworthy slippers, and some wizarding toys he didn't understand what they were for, and given that they had probably been in their current location since last September, the only thing thankful might be that there was no food in them.

"I'm above the attic." Ron pointed to the ceiling, "There's an old ghoul living in there, and it's always knocking on pipes or babbling, I hope you don't get scared...... Speaking of that, it seems to be particularly quiet today."

"Oh, yes, you don't know yet. Ever since the tomatoes in the yard started growing like crazy, it's been much more honest." Ginny didn't know when she came, leaning against the doorframe with her arms folded with a gloating smile, "We all thought he was afraid that those tomato vines would climb in through the skylight in the middle of the night and strangle it."

Ron laughed, but Neil frowned.

"Did I hear me right?" He said, "Ghouls? At home? And you all seem to be used to it......

"Ah," "At least in England, it's fairly common to have one in the attic or barn of an old house. Don't worry, they're not dangerous, they're just annoying."

"I guess you know why those guys are called that, right?"

"Hmm...... yes, that's a problem." Ron scratched his head and smiled silly, as if it was the first time he had seen someone dig into the horns of the horns on this issue, "I don't even know how to explain it! I mean, yes, they're called ghouls, so it stands to reason that they're going to eat corpses, right? But in fact, ghouls basically only eat small bugs or something, and Mom locked it up entirely to prevent it from soiling the floor...... I don't know, maybe these things are degraded?"

Neil shook his head in disbelief.

"You're from Asia? Do you have ghouls there too?" Ginny asked curiously, "How different is it from here?"

"There's something like that." Neil replied succinctly, "Eat corpses, and have a great appetite, and when they can't find them, they will make corpses themselves, so if you see them, you have to kill them quickly."

The Weasley siblings' eyes widened at the same time. The three of them talked a few more words, and Neil looked at Ron and then at Ginny, his expression suddenly becoming a little troubled.

"Mr. Weasley, can I ask you something?"

"Huh?"

"I would like to ask you for a grace that I will be allowed to address you and your brothers by name."

Ron looked at him with a ghostly expression.

"We've known each other for a year, and you're only talking about this now?! Seriously, I thought it was some kind of folk custom from yours - you call everyone by their last name!"

"Well, strictly speaking, this is indeed a kind of folklore...... Well, as far as I know, according to the grammar of the English language, honorific titles can only be used after a surname or full name – you see, that's why I've always avoided calling people by their first names, and not adding a word "madam" or "sir" to make me feel uncomfortable, it's disrespectful, it's too undignified." Neil nodded bitterly, as if he was very unwilling, "But I really can't call five 'Mr. Weasley' at the same time, although this might make for a good performance from a dramatic point of view......

Ron crossed his arms and looked at him like a neurotic.

"Don't look like that, Mr. Weasley, you think I'm sick with my head because you don't know how important it is to avoid being with us, a person's full name

It's a very important part of spells—"

"Ron."

"Excuse me?"

"You'll have to learn to call me Ron from now on, and Harry, Hermione, and Neville - this is a good opportunity, and I think we should get you to get rid of that bad now."