Fred and George eventually apologized to Mrs. Weasley and made some assurances. Of course, this is not because they are deeply aware of their 'mistakes' and decide to change their ways, but because of the additional requirements that Remus made when he reached an agreement with them.

But in any case, the atmosphere in this home has improved a lot.

At first night, the sky of the village of Autri San Cachipol was still a clear blue, the stars were obscured by the moonlight, and the cool evening breeze wandered in the endless wilderness under the bright moonlight, and the green grass above the knees swayed with the breeze, like undulating waves.

Even though he had lived here for more than half a month, Harry was still attracted by the leisurely and comfortable scenery in front of him, and he stood at the window and watched this scene for a long time, until Hermione and Ginny came back from running and walked into the courtyard, he slowly withdrew his gaze.

The room was a mess, Harry and Ron's summer homework and clothes and shoes were thrown everywhere, Ron was trying to pack his luggage, and although it was still a while before school started, they couldn't be sure how long the Quidditch World Cup would take place, and if it was a full week like last time, it would be too late to do it.

"They're back."

Harry carefully folded Gryffindor's jersey into squares and said casually.

"Who?" Ron, who was dazed, didn't react for a moment, and it took a few seconds before he realized who Harry was talking about.

"It's boring--"

Ron crumpled several pairs of socks into a box and stuffed them into a crumpled face,

"I don't understand why they do this during the summer."

"Because Professor Bryan's order is that you need to run and drill for half an hour every day." Harry said, "Hermione is a teaching assistant for this subject, and she's definitely going to want to be at the top of her class." ”

"That's why it's boring, I don't understand what a good run and dodging a big can do. yes, Professor Bryan is good, there's no doubt he's a great guy, but here's the problem, Harry, great people are always a little weird, like Dumbledore. ”

Harry didn't answer.

Ron's statement is not too accurate, most of the young wizards who insist on this class have already seen the value of their current training, and Professor Bryan told them to hide from the big dung, probably because they wanted to dodge the spell when they were attacked.

Ron had given up on the course, and, for the past few days, probably because Fred and George had received a large investment, Ron had been depressed.

Ron was always very sensitive when it came to money, Harry and Hermione knew that, but it shouldn't be criticized, and if they were in Ron's shoes, they might be more irritated than Ron.

But neither Harry nor Hermione knew how to persuade Ron, so every time they encountered such a situation, Harry and Hermione would change the subject, or shut up.

"You're slow enough."

After a few more moments, the door to the room suddenly opened, and Hermione walked in.

She seemed to have just come out of the bathroom, her hair was wet, and Hermione was wiping her hair with a wet towel.

Hermione was wearing a new sky-blue pajamas with white lace on the cuffs, probably due to the fact that her size had jumped a little bit over the past few days in the Weasley family, and Hermione's fair feet and neck were exposed to the air. Once inside, she looked around, then jumped over Ron's box on the floor and sat down on the edge of Harry's bed, wiping her hair intently.

Suddenly, there was a vague fragrance in the air in the room, and even the light seemed to be brighter.

Ron's face suddenly became a little strange, and he dodged his gaze, burying his head and fiddling with the clothes that had been sorted out in the box.

"You've packed up, Hermione?"

Harry pulled the crushed robe out from under Hermione's buttocks, shook it in the air, and scribbled it into the box.

"Just this afternoon when you were trying to ask Sirius and Remus what was going on at Hogwarts next term, I went clean up."

"Oh, why aren't you curious?"

Ron's cheeks were no longer so red, but he still didn't dare to look at Hermione, so he walked to the table to clean up his homework, and his eyes squinted at Hermione.

"One summer, Percy was trying to tease us to ask about it, but we did, and he talked about the rules of the Ministry of Magic, but I don't think there is any need for secrecy at all, isn't it, what I don't know in this house, I'm afraid it's just the three of us."

"Ginny doesn't know, I asked her, and Ginny didn't hear from Fred George."

Hermione stretched her waist, and the girl's body, which had developed first, became more energetic because of the continuous exercise, like a budding flower.

"If they had said it, they would have told us, Ron." Hermione said casually, "I'm more curious about who next year's Defence Against the Dark Arts professor is, Sirius was going to tell us, but then we talked about Harry's scars, and Sirius forgot about it. ”

"If it weren't for the stupidity of Parkinson's pesky cow." Harry exclaimed indignantly, "Sirius is still the professor of this class!" ”

"That's a good thing for him, brother--"

Ron seemed unable to stand the scorching air in the room, and he walked over to the open window and took a few deep breaths,

"Quirrell, Lockhart, and Remus, look at the bad luck of a few of them, only Professor Bryan is the exception, but you can't compare him to him, right, no one can see how capable he is, at least, Sirius is still safe now, he hasn't been sent to Azkaban or St. Mungo, and he can still go to the World Cup with us, which is good enough."

I have to say, Ron is still very insightful at times, and after thinking about it, Harry thinks he really has nothing to complain about.

"Whoever is teaching this class, I just hope that he won't be Voldemort's minions—"

Harry said worriedly.

"How could you have thought that, Harry?"

Born into a wizarding family and growing up in the wizarding world, Ron still reacts violently to the word 'Voldemort' even today, and every time he hears it, he gasps and shiveres as if someone had poured ice water on his neck in the cold winter. Hermione, who also grew up in the Muggle world, was much better, but after hearing Harry say this, she still straightened her upper body in surprise and opened her mouth in surprise.

"Sirius and Remus approached me before and told me not to sneak into the Forbidden Forest this semester, not to sneak through the secret passages when Hogsmeade wasn't open---"

Harry said sullenly,

"My dreams must have made them think that Voldemort was plotting something, and that it was probably related to me."

"But you have to admit that it's a possibility, isn't it, Harry, and I think Sirius and Remus are right, we have to be a little bit more cautious. And with Professor Brian's gym class, you'll have to start training again, at least if you encounter any danger, which will increase your chances of escaping! ”

Hermione said solemnly.

"Oh, you're just worrying about it, Hermione."

Ron turned from the window and said disapprovingly

"Even if the mystery man is really planning some plot against you, Harry, he can't have stormed Hogwarts, right, I'd like to see how he's going to kidnap you right under the noses of Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Blaine."

"It's not just mana that's great about mystery people, Ron,"

Hermione glared dissatisfied,

"He's also a master of intrigue, and the book 'The Great Magical Events of the Twentieth Century' tells the story of how easily the Mystic Man brought the Ministry of Magic to the brink of collapse and made the entire wizarding world panic, of course, I don't want Harry to remind him to live in fear, but at least, you have to heed Sirius and Remus's advice, Harry."

"Well, it's the World Cup tomorrow, so don't make everyone nervous at this time, Hermione."

Ron glanced at Hermione, and then, as if burned, his gaze left Hermione's upper body in thin pajamas.

"Oh, it's so hot in the room, Harry!"

Ron gasped and stumbled to the door,

"I have to go to the shower, my mother said, I have to get up at five o'clock tomorrow morning and hurry, we better go to bed early."

With that, he left the room as if fleeing.

"Is it hot?"

Harry pulled his thoughts away from the dream, glanced at the window that was sending a cool breeze into the room, and looked at Hermione, who was indeed a little red, with a slightly dazed look.

"Oh-"

Hermione shrank back a little,

"Well, maybe. So"

Hermione lifted her dried hair and hurried to the door,

"Rest early, Harry, good night--"

(End of chapter)