The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Because of the fresh scent of plants on the bed, Loren didn't recognize the bed at all. He had a dreamless night and slept soundly.

When it was just dawning the next morning, there was a rustling sound in the room, which lasted for a while. Loren, who was sleeping between Harry and Ron, opened his eyes slightly and looked towards the passerby. direction of the sound.

The quilts of George and Fred were bulging out like tents, and weak fluorescent light overflowed from the gaps in the quilts. Through the outlines, you could see the two people tinkering with something inside, and those dull sounds came from inside.

Oh, it's George and Fred...

Loren thought vaguely, closed his eyes, and chose to fall asleep again.

When they opened their eyes again, George and Fred's beds were already empty, and even the quilts were neatly stacked on the head of the bed.

Molly knocked on the door outside, her loud voice filled with tenderness: "Wake up! It's time to get up and have breakfast! Children..."

Loren sat up and glanced around. Harry had also woken up and was groping for his glasses like a blind man. Ron's eyes were closed tightly and his brows were slightly wrinkled. He had been woken up by Mrs. Weasley. , trying to maintain the most comfortable sleepiness after breakfast.

"Got it, Mom, we're getting up!"

Ron responded with his eyes closed, speaking clearly and sounding very awake. The next second, he got into the quilt with the Chudley Artillery Team logo printed on it and continued to sleep.

Just when Loren was unsure whether to wake him up, Harry, who had already put on his glasses to regain his vision, patted his shoulder from behind, stepped over Ron and put his feet into his slippers: "Generally Mrs. Weasley Will wake us up half an hour early, so we can sleep a little longer.”

Loren shook his head and got up with him and went downstairs to wash up.

Molly was busy in the cramped kitchen. If a Muggle housewife wanted to prepare breakfast for a large family, she would have to get up at about five o'clock in the morning. Fortunately, she was a wizard.

Except for Ron, everyone in the Weasley family had already gotten up, and the nine hands on the clock were all pointing to the location of home. Everyone was still in their pajamas, except for Arthur and Percy - they had to go to work at the Ministry of Magic after breakfast.

Hermione was sitting in the living room, and Ginny stood behind her to comb her messy curly hair. She had probably never seen such unruly hair. The comb got stuck when she put it in to comb a section of it. She didn't dare to pull hard. You can only quit and comb again.

I repeated this several times until my face turned red with anxiety.

Loren walked over: "Let me do it..."

Ginny's flushed face froze, and she looked at him in a daze, looking stupid.

Loren took the comb from her hand, put his hand into Hermione's long and messy curly hair, and scratched her scalp. It felt warm and warm, and there was a slight itch when the roots of the hair touched the pads of her fingers.

When Hermione heard the sound, she knew that someone had changed. She didn't look back. She just sighed and said, "Leave some breaks and don't let Mrs. Weasley bother cleaning the room."

"You look down on people, don't you?"

As Loren said, he inserted the comb into his hair and let it fall down from the root to the hair. When he encountered knotted areas that could not be combed, he did not tear them off with his hands like before. He silently thought about untangling the hair and magic. Just spit it out on your fingertips and the comb will slide down smoothly.

After combing her hair smoothly, she took the hair tie on the table and put it into a simple ponytail.

Loren patted Hermione on the shoulder and said: "How about it, customer Miss Granger? The service fee plus tip will only charge you 100 Galleons."

Hermione held up the small round mirror and looked at it, then hummed twice, with an uncontrollable smile on her lips: "Last time you broke so much of my hair, I didn't even ask you to compensate, but you still charged so much?"

"Then this time we will treat it as compensation from last time, and I will charge you money next time."

"It will be considered as compensation next time."

"Then next time..."

"We will compensate you for as many hair combing services as the number of broken hairs."

"You haven't woken up yet."

"..."

Ginny stood aside in silence, looking at Hermione who was admiring the ponytail in the mirror and Loren who was playing with her hair, and then at Harry who was arguing with Charlie about whether Bulgaria would win the championship this year, with a complicated expression.

Can I still learn from the love experience Hermione explained last night?

It feels completely different...

By the time Ron came downstairs with a confused expression and relying solely on muscle memory, Molly's breakfast was also placed on the table, freshly cut nut scones, slightly burnt bacon, sausages and eggs, milk, and cherry jam. With leftover mushroom soup from last night, this is the Weasley family's breakfast.

Molly believed that Harry had been abused by his Muggle relatives for a month, and the way Harry ate last night solidified her idea, so she took special care of Harry at the dinner table. After he finished his normal-sized breakfast, Molly Li added eight sausages and three poached eggs to his plate...

After breakfast, Harry felt a little confused.

Before Bill's long hair could be braided, it became even more messy and conspicuous, as well as the strange-shaped earrings. Molly was worried about this and continued talking about last night:

"...and it has a big scary tusk on it. Really, Bill, what did the people in the bank say?"

"Mom, the most common people in the bank are goblins. They are so jealous of my hair."

"I'm talking about wizards, human wizards."

Bill said helplessly: "The people in the bank don't care about my hair or what clothes I wear. As long as I can break the spell, as long as I recover a lot of treasures."

"But your hair is terribly ugly, my dear..." Molly didn't like the hair no matter how she looked at it. As she spoke, she stroked her wand lovingly, "I learned a lot of beautiful hairstyles from books. I really hope you can Let me trim it..."

"Mom, don't read those outdated hair style books from decades ago. They are even older than Professor Dumbledore." Ginny suddenly said, seeming to have a lot of opinions on this matter, "Speak to Professor Dumbledore Compared with my hair, this is not long at all..."

Molly glared at her and her hair, making Ginny flinch.

After Percy took Arthur to work at the Ministry of Magic, Molly got busy at home again and asked the Weasley children to take them to drive away the goblins in the yard. After that, they could go to Stoat Hill to play.

Harry trotted out and seemed to be very interested in the activity of driving away the goblins. Bill and Charlie walked slowly outside, and Ginny pulled Hermione with her. This is not surprising, girls are like this, they always say If you don’t finish it.

"She always sees endless housework..." George lamented.

"A few days of rest will make her develop allergic scabies..." Fred said something weird, looked around, stretched out a hand to pull Loren over, who was about to go out, and mysteriously walked out. He took out a piece of toffee from his pocket.

"Look what this is?"

Loren recognized some of the medicines in the toffees and raised his eyebrows: "The flesh of the eggplant, the mushrooms of the Amanita muscaria... Fat tongue toffee? Have you made it?"

"That's right! Fat Tongue Toffee!"

Fred said with excitement: "The cost of the raw materials for the formula you told us originally was too high. After the order quantity was large, we wereted time and effort and could not make much money, so George and I replaced several of the raw materials and streamlined the sugar boiling process. .”

George came forward with excitement on his face: "Throughout the summer, we have been wanting to find someone to give it a try..."

The two looked at each other and chuckled.

Loren noticed a special word: "Order quantity?"

Fred glanced at the stairs to make sure that his mother who was busy upstairs would not come down suddenly. He lowered his head and whispered: "Remember that we wanted that idiot Lockhart to guarantee our loan?"

Loren nodded. The twins had wanted to open their own joke supplies store for a long time.

“It costs a lot of money to open a store.”

"We decided to save money first by selling goods through owls."

“The benefits are greater than we imagined!”

"If we make another fortune from betting on the Quidditch World Cup, we can open a store after graduation!"

George and Fred each expressed their grand plans in one sentence, and raised their chins proudly after speaking.

Loren probably understood their plan: "So the ding dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong in the quilt at night is to complete the order?"

Fred was a little discouraged: "Yes, we don't dare to let mom find out, so we can only do this secretly at night."

"The finished things must be mailed out as soon as possible. If you can't hide them at home, they will be easily discovered by mother." George lowered his head and sighed, "We hid some in our original bedroom on the third floor, and we hid some under our current bed, under the base of the clock. Stuffed some into the TV in dad’s shed.”

Fred glanced upstairs carefully, and then spoke to him in a low voice: "Now I'm scared of mommy cleaning the house, but the number of orders we receive is getting bigger and bigger, and sooner or later we will be discovered if we keep going like this."

George frowned sadly and sighed: "When the time comes, mom will throw everything out, and then throw us out too."

Is that so... Loren remembered that the two of them really opened a magic joke supplies store, but it didn't take long before Voldemort was resurrected and the Second Wizarding War began.

He pondered for a while: "You can stop your current business first. If you want to open a store after graduation, I can lend you enough gold galleons. If you don't want to borrow, this money can be regarded as capital investment."

George and Fred were stunned for a moment, as if they didn't expect to get such an answer.

George's brows knitted together with a complicated expression: "I've always wanted to ask, why do you and Hermione feel like you are not short of Galleons at all, even though you and Hermione are little wizards from a Muggle family?"

Loren spread his hands: "When we were in first grade, Hagrid took us to help the unicorn. The unicorn gave me a lot of fur, which I sold for several thousand galleons."

George and Fred's eyes widened and they looked at him in disbelief for several seconds. George shook his head and said, "We are not asking you to borrow money."

Fred added: "We're looking for you to buy something."

"shopping?"

George nodded: "We plan to purchase some of the storage scales you made to store raw materials and prepared toffee, fake wands..."

"You tell me the price!" Fred said with a heavy face, even a little sad. "You tell me the price. If it's too expensive, we will rent it and buy it when we open a store in the future."

Loren was a little dumbfounded, shook his head and smiled: "According to the regulations of the Ministry of Magic, private individuals are prohibited from making space items such as the Traceless Extension Spell without permission. Leasing and selling are illegal."

A look of loss flashed in the eyes of George and Fred. They never expected to be hindered by this reason, but they did not show any disappointment, sadness or accusation, and forced smiles on their lips.

"It's okay Loren, don't worry about us!" Fred said pretending to be relaxed, turning to look at George: "Actually, we don't necessarily need storage scales, right? Aren't we hiding them pretty well this month? ?”

"Of course!" George straightened his neck, "General George and his soldiers can overcome any difficulty!"

Loren smiled and took out a bag of unfinished storage scales from the pendant and handed them to them. In fact, there was a more convenient suitcase, but it was given to him by Draco and would not be lent to others. .

George took the storage scale, subconsciously looked at the stairs, and then stuffed the storage scale into his arms stupidly, and the forced smile on his lips suddenly turned into an uncontrollable grin.

Fred blinked, his eyes wide open and a little confused.

Loren rarely saw the twins' expressions and found it interesting: "Although I am not a rule-abiding person, Mr. Weasley seems to be the person in charge of this matter, so I still don't violate the Ministry of Magic's ban. These storage I will neither sell nor rent the animal scales, I will exchange them with you."

George nodded sternly: "Even if you have to exchange Fred's first kiss, I am willing!"

Fred smiled and punched him: "It's your first kiss, my first kiss is gone."

George's expression suddenly became solemn: "When did it happen!? Who? You actually carried me behind my back..."

"Stop!" Fred pushed him away and looked at Loren, "Just tell us what you want to exchange with us. George will definitely be willing to give you his first kiss."

"It's better to keep it." Loren backed away in disgust, "I want a copy of your joke product, it feels very interesting."

George and Fred smiled and put their arms around his shoulders, laughing and pushing him towards the yard.

"The first luxury gift package from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes!"

"I'll serve it to you tonight!"

In the yard, the sun has already risen, and its light golden color coats the Burrow with a layer of glowing gauze. It seems to make this patchwork house less shabby. On the crooked chimney, the big-headed ghost Percy The words are particularly conspicuous.

The ginger-colored Crookshanks ran around the yard on bandy legs, with his bottlebrush-like tail raised high, chasing something covered in mud that looked like a potato with legs. That was the gnome. It's less than ten inches, but its hard little feet can run very fast.

Hanhan, Hedwig, Hermes, and Errol were lounging on the chimney, while only the young Zhu Qiongwei was flying around.