A bizarre adventure at Hogwarts

“Now, let’s quietly get up,” George carefully looked around, gathered a few people, and then softly arranged the task: “Wait for Mom to call us breakfast.” That’s when Ron jumped downstairs and said, ‘Mom, look who’s coming’ and she’ll be happy to see you both, and no one will know we used the car. ”

“Very good idea, but I think for now you should think about how to live.”

Joshua secretly pointed at George’s back, and his face instantly darkened.

And Ron, who was also facing Joshua, was still a little unclear, and Joshua who watched couldn’t help but sigh that their family was really strange, and there were people with any personality.

“Come on, Harry, whether they can survive or not depends on you and me.”

Joshua was the first to walk towards Mrs. Weasley, who had quietly come out of the Burrow, and Harry hesitated for half a second, then gritted his teeth and followed Joshua forward.

The chickens were scattering, and it was hard to imagine that Mrs. Weasley, such a fat, kind-hearted woman, would resemble a tiger with baring teeth, exuding an almost hellish aura all over her body.

“Ah~ madam! I am so happy to see that you are still so healthy! ”

Joshua didn’t wait for Mrs. Weasley to make a fuss and spoke first.

“Eh… Right… You’re in good health, aren’t you? Feel… Thank you for sending me a sweater at Christmas…”

Compared to Joshua’s faceless and heart-pounding praise, Harry, who stammered slightly, undoubtedly fell into the next place.

Fortunately, Mrs. Weasley didn’t care about these false courtesies, and the fierce expression just now immediately changed to the appearance of a confidant.

“Ah~ Harry! Joshua! Welcome both of you to The Burrow! It just so happened that I made breakfast… You two go first, wash your faces and sit at the table waiting for the meal…”

The Weasley hostess was undoubtedly a strong person, and couldn’t help but push the two inside.

Joshua felt that he had sensed the death omen of the three people behind him flashing….

Consistent with the strange shape of the Burrow, the space inside it is also small.

In the center of the room is a cleanly polished wooden table and chairs, which are used as a living room. And this living room is even connected to the kitchen, which is quite crowded.

“Do you know how anxious I am?”

Mrs. Weasley’s roar sounded outside the room, a feeling that reminded Joshua of the scene when the teacher pulled the mischievous students out the door to reprimand him when he was a flower grower.

The wall clock has only one needle, no number, and the clock face has words such as “make tea”, “feed the chickens”, “you are going to be late” and so on. On the mantelpiece are stacked three layers of books: “The Magic of Cheese”, “The Magic of Toast”, “Conjuring a Feast”, etc. – all magic books.

“The bed is empty and there is no slip car… There may have been a car accident… Crazy… Have you thought of it?…… Never in my life… Look at your dad cleaning you up, Bill, Charlie, and Percy have never had anything like this…”

Mrs. Weasley’s shouts were still mixed with George and Fred’s arguments, only Ron was silently cursing.

“Hmm… I think we’d better wash our faces here now, even if it’s good to rinse our faces with water first, I haven’t washed my face for a while…”

Joshua thought that the only place to have water here was the kitchen sink, after all, he couldn’t touch someone’s bedroom.

Harry readily agreed, and although there were still plenty of dishes in the sink, it didn’t affect his mood.

The two sat down at the edge of the table in turn, looking at the empty dishes in a daze.

Perhaps it had been ten thousand years before a gloomy-faced Mrs. Weasley led three wilting red-haired boys in.

“Sorry… Two, reprimanding my unsettling children took me too much time…”

Mrs. Weasley’s face did have a lot of apologies, and it was easy to get people to feel good about her.

“Nothing! Madam! This is normal! ”

Joshua waved his hand and continued: “We Chinese have an old saying called ‘if you don’t fight, you can’t become a talent’, sometimes if you want to match children to become real talents, the necessary beatings are indispensable!” Look at me, when I was a child, my parents didn’t know how many times they hit me! ”

George and Fred glared at Joshua at that time, and they naturally knew how murderous Joshua was in this statement, but they could not expose his lies.

“Yes: But Bill, Charlie, and Percy haven’t been beaten much…”

Ron muttered quietly, clearly disapproving of Joshua’s remarks either.

Mrs. Weasley glanced coldly at her young son, “You said no, no?” You didn’t make a sound when I hung them up and beat them! ”

Ron shivered and honestly huddled in his chair waiting for his mother to eat.

Mrs. Weasley jingled the final process of breakfast.

She casually threw the sausages into the frying pan, glaring at her sons from time to time, and mumbling something in her mouth: “I don’t know what you guys think.” “I can’t believe it.”

“I don’t blame you, honey.” She poured eight or nine sausages into Harry’s plate and comforted him, “Arthur and I have heard from you, but he really doesn’t have time to spare… The original plan was to pick you up when he got off work… I didn’t expect…”

With that, she glared at the quail-like Weasleys again.

“Eh… If I could, I would like a little bacon omelette … These sausages are for George and Fred, they’ve been driving all morning, they should have a little more energy…”

Mrs. Weasley paused for half a second, but gave the rest of the sausage to George as Joshua had intended.

It was a real busy job again, and Joshua had a lot of bacon omelette on his plate.

The old radio by the pool also sounded just in time.

“morningmorningmorningmorning~~~morningDevonradio～choradio～weloveDevon~~~”

“goodmorning！ Good morning, listeners and friends! This is Devonshire Radio! I’m your neighbor, Lovegood…”

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