Everyday Players at Hogwarts

Harry had expected that today's lunch might not be as relaxed as usual.

After all, Sirius said he would come to pick him up.

But even so, Harry didn't expect it to be so serious.

This lunch was also in the garden, with roast chicken, pie, salad, cake, juice, roast potatoes, fried sausages, and the tempting onion soup filling the table.

However, facing the sumptuous food, even Ron sat obediently in his seat and didn't dare to touch a bite.

Fred and George may have been so serious for the first time in their lives, not smiling, staring blankly into the void. This was the first time that people felt that except for their hair, they looked very similar to Percy.

Ginny looked at Harry from time to time, as if she wanted to see him crazy.

Percy, who often showed off his prefect badge and puffed out his chest, also took it off honestly.

Draco seemed afraid to breathe, and his pale face was even more bloodless than usual.

Even the gnomes in the garden stopped making noises.

Next to a peony, a goblin that fell down with a funny expression gave them the best warning.

During the time when Mrs. Weasley was waiting for Sirius, this poor noisy goblin was hit by Mrs. Weasley's petrification.

Mr. Weasley looked at his watch from time to time to confirm the time.

No, maybe only Kreacher was a little comfortable.

He held a piece of bread, the only thing he was willing to accept, with hatred.

And took a few bites from time to time, like chewing a piece of rubber.

Harry twisted his hips uncomfortably. Although he understood Mrs. Weasley's feelings, he couldn't help thinking why they came out at 11 o'clock before noon and waited here.

Harry looked up at the sky from time to time. He knew that Sirius had a flying motorcycle, which Mr. Weasley mentioned when he talked about his works before.

It seems that Hagrid also has one.

Although it is impolite to think so, Harry really can't think of a motorcycle that Hagrid can sit on.

However, everything seems to be different from what Harry thought.

Kreacher suddenly turned around, as if there was something bad in the Burrow.

It was Sirius!

He walked out of the Burrow!

Arthur, why is dinner so early?

I see it's only 11:30. I've already left half an hour earlier, so why am I still late? Sirius smiled brightly.

He sat in the seat that Mr. Weasley had reserved for him on the left.

Mm, onion soup! Molly's specialty! Sirius drank it without hesitation.

It was as if Mrs. Weasley, who was next to Mr. Weasley on his right, didn't exist.

Mr. Weasley made a strange sound first, and he rubbed his thigh calmly, Sirius, here, my colleague from the International Department sent me some good wine.

Is this vodka? Sirius sniffed it.

The alcohol content of this wine is not high, you see, it's like water. Mr. Weasley said stupidly.

No, I'm going to pick up Harry and the others to my house today. Sirius waved his hand.

You came here by Floo, what's a little wine? Mr. Weasley advised according to the way he had agreed with Mrs. Weasley, if you don't drink, you look down on me.

There is a saying in the Muggle world, don't drink and drive, don't drive after drinking.

The same is true for traveling by Floo, you must clearly and accurately say where you want to go, otherwise you may arrive at the wrong destination. Sirius refused. Sirius, the Floo has been used for nearly three hundred years, I think you are worrying too much. Mrs. Weasley spoke in person, and Mr. Weasley on the side looked relieved, trying to squeeze out a confused expression, and seemed to eat pie absent-mindedly.

No, Molly.

Remember the Dillman tragedy in 1855? The witch Violet Dillman was choking and hiccuping because of a quarrel with her husband Albert. Therefore, she disappeared out of thin air when she used the Floo to go to her mother's house in this state.

Poor Albert never saw his wife again until his death, and he himself never used the Floo Network again. Sirius said.

This well-reasoned rebuttal even made Mr. Weasley couldn't help but raise his thumb.

Looking at Mrs. Weasley who was obviously suppressing her anger, Harry felt that no matter where they stayed tonight, Mr. Weasley would probably have a hard time.

Sirius, you may not know the sequel to this story.

Violet did not disappear, she just mistakenly teleported to the fireplace of a handsome wizard living in Bury St. Edmunds. His name was Myron Ozerhouse.

Myron fell in love with Violet at first sight, even though she had tears and ashes on her face at the time.

In the end, they lived happily together and gave birth to 7 children.

The number of children is the same as Arthur and me.

It's a coincidence that they are also distant relatives of Arthur and me. Mrs. Weasley suppressed her anger and refuted with reason.

This made Ron forget to continue eating for a while. If the last piece of chicken pie was not about to be taken away by Draco, he would probably have been immersed in the story.

What about poor Albert? Sirius couldn't help asking, he even forgot that he was debating with Mrs. Weasley whether to drink and then use the Floo network.

He, just like in your story, died alone and never used the Floo network again.

Violet only appeared again after he died. Mrs. Weasley said.

So the moral of this story is, be sure to speak clearly when using Floo, and especially don't drink. Sirius said suddenly, then turned his head and showed a bright smile to Harry, "Harry, please be careful when you use it later."

You know, there are many wizarding families who want to adopt you.

In this way, you and your dear godfather will have to separate. Sirius emphasized the word godfather, as if he meant something.

Harry didn't dare to say anything, lowered his head and ate the salad.

Because he understood that Mrs. Weasley had no reason to get Sirius drunk anymore.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, there was a huge crowd in front of the Weasley kitchen fireplace.

Harry, you have to pay attention and remember to speak clearly.

You can shout outside first, and then jump into the fire immediately.

This can avoid the influence of ashes and heat. Sirius took a bag of sparkling powder from his pocket, pinched a handful, and threw the powder into the flames.

With a roar, the fire turned green and rose higher than Fred.

He walked straight into the fire and shouted Number 12 Grimmauld Place!

Gone in the blink of an eye.