Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Seriously, Fred and George, two brothers who are keen on mischief, made a big play at Dursley's house. They deliberately sprinkled a large amount of toffee, which led Uncle Vernon's fat son Du Li to resist picking up and eating one.

Dude, his tongue suddenly became a full foot long, dangling from the outside, and kept growing! But his mother was anxious.

"It's not a joke, Fred!" Mr. Weasley couldn't help but poke at his twin son. "What the **** did you eat for that Muggle boy?"

"I didn't give him anything," Fred said with a smirk on his face. "I just accidentally dropped it on the ground ... who told him to pick it up and eat it can't blame me."

"You spoiled it on purpose!" Mr. Weasley yelled. "You know he will eat it, you know he's losing weight--"

"How big is his sweetness?" George asked eagerly.

"It swelled to over four feet long before his parents let me shrink it!" Mr. Weasley exclaimed.

Harry and the Weasley brothers laughed again.

"This is not a joke!" Mr. Weasley exclaimed. "This behavior has severely damaged the relationship between the wizard and Muggle! I have dedicated my life to fighting Muggle abuse, and as a result my own son--"

"We didn't give it to him because he was Muggle!" Fred said angrily.

"Yeah, we tease him because he bullies people exclusively." George said, "Really, Harry?"

"Yes, that's what he is, Mr. Weasley," Harry said seriously.

"The problem is not here!" Mr. Weasley exclaimed, "wait, I will tell your mother--"

"Tell me?" A voice came from behind them.

Mrs. Weasley happened to walk into the kitchen—she was a short, fat woman with a very kind face, but her eyes narrowed at this moment, revealing a look of doubt.

"Hello, Harry, dear." She greeted Harry with a smile. Then she cast her gaze on her husband. "Tell me, Arthur, what's going on?"

Mr. Weasley hesitated.

Harry could see that, despite being angry with Fred and George, he didn't really intend to tell Mrs. Weasley. Mr. Weasley looked at his wife nervously, and for a while no one spoke.

Just then, three girls appeared at the door of the kitchen behind Mrs. Weasley.

One had very thick brown hair and two large front teeth. This was Hermione, Harry and Ron's best friend. The other, short, with red hair, was Ron's younger sister, Ginny.

Both girls smiled at Harry, and Harry smiled at them, which made Ginny blush immediately-Ginny had been obsessed with him since Harry's first visit to the Burrow.

As for the last girl, her attention didn't seem to be on Harry's side, she just stood by the door and watched the wall clock in the Burrow's living room stunned.

"Come on, Arthur, what's going on?" Mrs. Weasley asked again, a little scary.

"It's nothing, Molly," Mr. Weasley said vaguely. "Fred and George just now--I've taught them--"

"What have they done this time?" Madame Weasley said angrily. "If it was related to Weasley's magic trick again--"

"Ron, shall we take Harry to see where he sleeps?" Hermione said at the door.

"He knows where he sleeps," Ron said, "in my room, he slept there last year--"

"Let's go and see," Hermione said sternly.

"Oh," Ron realized, "OK."

"Miss Lovegood, would you like to see it too?" Hermione looked at the blonde girl who was stunned beside her, hesitant to pull her sleeves.

"Huh?" Luna crooked her head and nodded quickly, "Okay ..."

"By the way, we will go too," said George.

"You must not move!" Mrs. Weasley yelled.

Harry and Ron carefully slipped out of the kitchen sideways, along with Hermione, Ginny, and Luna, across the narrow aisle and stepped onto the rickety stairs.

The staircase turns left and right, leading to the upper floors.

When Harry asked Ron and Ginny about what the "Weasley Magic Trick" in Weasley's population was, Hermione was talking to Luna carefully.

"... Miss Lovegood, um ... Maca ... I mean, won't McLean go with you to the Quidditch World Cup?"

In fact, Hermione had wanted to ask this question since Luna's father sent her over.

"Maca?" Luna shook her head blankly. "He said he had a lot of work to do this holiday. He should be in school now ..."

"So ..." Hermione hesitated. "Aren't you going with him?"

"Why?" Luna said strangely. "If he needs help, he will speak directly ..."

"Oh ... I didn't mean that ..." Hermione pursed her lips, but didn't continue to ask in the end.

She always didn't know how to communicate with this blonde girl who had been shy all day, and because of Maca's relationship, she couldn't even explain it.

"What's wrong with me ..." Hermione grabbed her messy hair, feeling that she was like hair in her heart.

Soon the day of the Quidditch World Cup came, and everyone was woken up one by one by Mrs. Weasley early in the morning.

Most of the children look confused, and Luna is obviously the best in it.

"Miss Lovegood, wake up ..." Ginny shook Luna, who was sleeping next to her, while Hermione was dressing next to her.

"Well ..." Luna half-opened her eyes and looked at Ginny and Hermione dimly, revealing an innocent look, "What's wrong? Have the Flober caterpillars become butterflies?"

"Flober caterpillars are not cocoons," Hermione corrected subconsciously.

"Kerma tells me that they will--" Luna chuckled, raising her hands and rubbing her face like a kitten.

Hermione froze, and didn't say anything more.

Hermione was obviously more sensitive to these little things than Luna, who was always stupid and believed in all kinds of bizarre rumors.

And over to Harry, Mrs. Weasley was already in the room.

"It's time to go, Harry, dear." She whispered, and walked to wake Ron again.

Harry reached for his glasses, put them on, and sat up. It was still dark outside.

When Ron was awakened by her mother, she mumbled something indistinctly. Harry saw two irregular black shadows at the foot of the bed emerging from under the messy blanket.

"Why, it's time?"

It turned out that it was Fred and George who had been here last night talking to them about the World Cup.

Everyone was dressed in silence, so sleepy that they didn't want to talk. Then the four of them went down into the kitchen, yawning and stretching.

Mrs. Weasley was stirring the contents of a cauldron on the stove. Mr. Weasley was sitting at the table, checking a large ball of parchment.

As the boys walked into the kitchen, he raised his head and opened his arms so that they could clearly see his clothes. He was wearing a golf-like top and a pair of very old jeans, and his pants were a bit too large for him, and he tied it with a wide leather belt.

"How?" He asked eagerly. "Should we hide our identity when we go-do I look like Muggle, Harry?"

"Like," Harry said with a smile, "very good."

"Why don't you see Bill, Charlie, and Per-Per-Percy?" Said George, unable to control and yawned again.

"Willn't they be phantoms?" Said Mrs. Weasley, laying the cauldron on the table and starting to pour porridge into a bowl. "So they can sleep for a while."

Harry knew that the so-called phantom manifestation disappeared from one place and reappeared in another in a blink. However, he never knew which student at Hogwarts could do this, and he knew it would be difficult.

"But ..." Harry suddenly thought ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I'm sure Maca would have been here long ago. "

However, Maca was always unexpected-he couldn't use it just because of this curse.

"So, they're still sleeping?" Fred asked angrily. "Why can't we also phantom?"

"Because you are under age, you haven't passed the exam yet." Mrs. Weasley paid him back, "Where have those three girls gone?"

She turned and rushed out of the kitchen, and they heard her going upstairs.

"Phantom Appears to Pass the Exam?" Harry asked.

"Oh yes," said Mr. Weasley, carefully slipping the ticket into the back pocket of his jeans. "One day, the Department of Magic and Transportation imposed a fine on two people because they had phantom manifestations without a certificate. This It's not an easy task. If you don't do it right, you will get in trouble. It's annoying. The two people I said ended up being separated. "

Everyone at the table frowned, except Harry.

"Oh — split?" Harry asked.

"They dropped their own half," said Mr. Weasley, sifting a lot of syrup and mixing it into his porridge. "So, naturally, they were nailed there, and they couldn't move on either side. ... had to wait for the reversal incident team to deal with this ... tell you, it means preparing a lot of documentation! Because those Muggles saw the fragmented body they left behind ... "

While Harry was still fighting over breakfast in the Burrow, a sudden explosion over Azkaban broke this silent wizard prison.

"Boom!" "Dang!"

A steel jail door protected by magic fell to the ground, and a quiet voice rang out in the dust.

"Come out, Bellatrix."