[HP] Disappearing Cat Raccoon

I'm very welcome at the Weasleys, but there's nothing I can do in this situation. Harry said he was going to sleep on the sofa and left me a bed and I held it down, Charlie nodded at me, and finally the twins and I sat on the sofa.

"Irina, there is something I want to ask you."

"Say."

"We want to open a store."

I looked at the twins and smiled slightly: "Where? Horsmod?"

"Decided for the time being that rents in Diagon Alley are too high in Horsmod."

They sighed and stretched out their hands at the same time: "You reminded us that Bagman might give a fake Kim Galleon, we identified it as a fake, and we have already made him pay our money. Now If the first fund is available, it is not enough.”

"why me?"

"Because you're the only Hogwarts student who also started a career? And we're on good terms."

George gave a bitter face, and his voice was a little softer: "We don't have enough OWLs certificates, but the key transformations, spells and herbs are all O."

"That's why Mom isn't mad."

Fred sighed: "It's a pity that the potion is an E. If the potion is an O, then you can advance. That **** Snape, you must have an O to go to his advanced class. I hate him."

"In this way, you don't have many classes, and you can focus more on research and invention."

I nodded thoughtfully: "You may not need a lot of technology, but you are short of money, and you still have a way."

"Smart, yes, this is our sincerity."

The twins shoved a piece of parchment directly to me, then blinked: "Harry is good enough, he and Ron Hermione touched the castle, but I miss you Irina. Maybe a little more."

I smiled and accepted the piece of paper. After thinking about it, I touched my pocket and gave them ten Galleons.

"I agree to invest the money, but I don't need anything in return. You just need to do it well. I have known you for so many years. I still believe in you. By the way, let's make an appointment at Diagon Alley this time. See you at Gringotts. "

After reaching an agreement with the twins, we didn't know whether we fell asleep or awake all night on the sofa. After one night, Sirius still hadn't come to pick me up. I hesitated and decided to go back with the Weasleys first.

I don't really care if Mr. Ronnie follows Sirius, he's an absolutely smart cat, and I've noticed since the basilisk that he can teleport - even at Hogwarts, so in that Even better where there are no restrictions.

"Irina goes back with us first?"

Mr. Weasley was not there either. The elder brother Bill led everyone. He gave me a friendly smile. Originally looking very gentle and elegant, he snatched a door key from a group of people.

I stood to the side and looked at Harry and Hermione in a cold sweat, but everyone in the Weasley family showed a "get used to it" expression. Ginny pulled my sleeve and whispered in my ear very seriously. : "Don't look at Mr. Bill's appearance, he is actually fierce."

"Ginny, what are you talking about?"

"It's nothing, just telling Irina that Bill, you're amazing."

"..."

Ginny, don't put on that sweet smile and I'll still believe you're telling the truth.

I twitched the corners of my mouth, the Weasley eldest brother is indeed... well, cool enough.

When I got back to the Weasleys, I waited until Sirius almost in the afternoon, and he didn't look good at all, even with an irritated feeling: "Rita Skeeter is scribbling again!"

"I've seen Sirius covered, but you know she's not scribbling."

I watched Mrs Weasley sincerely persuade Sirius, and couldn't help but snicker with Harry. If you know that Rita really wants to scribble, she will definitely write about Harry's wand marked by the dark devil, but she didn't write it, but expressed the possibility of Voldemort's return with fear and exaggeration ...

Tsk tsk tsk, this rhythm is really beautiful.

In the end we made our way back to number 12 Grimmauld Place through the fireplace, Sirius took Hermione home, Harry and I sat in the dining room, or rather, mostly I watched him do his homework.

Halfway through writing, Harry stopped and looked at me, as if to see a flower in my eye: "Irina?"

"Huh? What's the matter?"

"Where's Mr. Ronnie?"

"In my room."

After a pause, I said, "Or go out to play."

"He didn't go to the World Cup, did he?"

I looked at him and smiled suddenly: "What do you want to say dear?"

I don't think Mr. Ronnie's tail can be hidden, after all, when I turned around at the World Cup camp, I saw him standing in front of the tent. Although Harry didn't say anything at the time, I knew he saw the look on his face at the time.

"I want to say..."

He considered it for a while, and finally sighed: "Irina, how was your relationship with Sirius some time ago?"

"Huh? With him? It's not bad to get along."

"I didn't say that."

Harry was about to bite the quill, so he threw the pen over and rubbed his temple, "I mean..."

"You are so hesitant today, what do you want to say?"

I glanced at him, and probably knew what he meant, so I simply pierced a layer of window paper: "What about you and Hermione?"

"Ah? Ah what! What me and Hermione!"

"Aren't you together?"

"no!"

We looked at each other for a while, Harry whimpered and grabbed his hair even more: "Well, not for now."

Huh, fight with me?

"So, what about Sirius?"

Harry looked up at me suddenly, the tangled expression on his face disappeared, but instead a more serious feeling: "What do you think of him?"

"What are you talking about? What about who?"

I gave Harry a smug smile: "Hmm, what do you think honey?"

Harry: ...shot! Sir, can't you come back even a second late?

I looked back at Sirius looking suspiciously at the angry Harry, then looked back and winked at Harry. Sirius looked at us and seemed a little amused: "Harry, what are you talking about so mysterious, why don't you let me listen?"

"It's nothing, it's just the Weasley twins, it looks like they're going to open a joke shop."

"Oh yes?"

The topic was swayed by me like this, but even if it was slanted, it couldn't be kept like this forever. When he was going to sleep at night, Harry directly touched my room and sat on the chair next to him with a very serious expression.

"Pajama talk?"

I huddled under the quilt in my nightgown and looked at him with an unhappy expression on my face: "Aren't you cold, Harry?"

"You are willing to make your brother sick, but you are not willing to gossip with me."

"Oh come on."

I rolled my eyes and motioned for him to hold Mr. Ronnie. Mr. Ronnie was warm, and he was definitely a source of heat. Usually, he would sleep directly under my quilt and sleep with me: "What do you want to ask?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to ask..."

Harry's eyes sparkled in the night, and his uncontrollable gossip made him excited: "In front of the tent that day, did Sirius kiss you?"

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