Chapter 489 (1/2)
Harry spun faster and faster, his arms close to his body, and the hazy stove flickered past him until he felt sick and closed his eyes. Then he felt slow, so he reached out to avoid falling face down and walked out of the Weasleys' fireplace.
”Did he eat it?” Said Fred excitedly, reaching out to Harry.
”Yes,” said Harry, stretching out. ”What is that?”
”The tongue toffee,” Fred said happily, ”George and I invented it. At first, there were some technical problems, but Fanlin didn't know where he had gone, and our owl couldn't find him”
”but we still developed it. We've been looking for someone to do experiments all summer...” George said he looked very excited. At least they made the tongue toffee.
The little kitchen laughs like thunder.
Harry looked around and saw Ron and George sitting at a clean wooden table, and there were two redheads, which Harry had never seen before. But he immediately realized who they were: Bill and Charlie, the older of the Weasley brothers.
”Hello, Harry.” Said the one who was closer to Harry. He laughed at Harry and held out his big hand. Harry shook hands with him and felt that there were calluses and blisters under his fingers. He must be Charlie. He lives with the dragon in Romania. Charlie looks like twins, but fatter than Percy and Ron, but they are slender. His face was large, natural, badly sunburned and mottled. He looked completely suntanned. His arms were muscular and had a scar on one arm.
Bill stood up with a smile and shook Harry's hand. Harry was somewhat surprised by his arrival. He worked for a demon bank, and he was Hogwarts' child king. Bill is a real copy of Percy, but older than he is. They are all very sensitive to breaking the rules, making a fuss about it, and they like to bossy people around. But Bill had nothing else to say about his indifference. He was a tall man with long hair and a ponytail. He wore an earring, like a poisonous tooth. His clothes looked more suitable for rock concerts, and Harry recognized that his boots were not leather, they were made of dragon skin.
Before anyone could say anything else, there was a soft bang. Mr. Weasley came back and stood by George's shoulder. He looked angry, and Harry had never seen him so angry.
”That's no joke, Fred,” he yelled. ”What did you give him?”
”I didn't give him anything,” Fred said, with a sly smile. ”I just dropped it It's his own fault. He went to eat it himself. I never told him to eat it
”You dropped it on purpose,” Weasley yelled. ”You know he's going to eat, you know he's greedy...”
”How big is his tongue?” Asked George eagerly.
”Four feet long before his parents asked me to shrink it.”
Harry and the Weasleys laughed again.
”It's not funny at all!” Mr. Weasley said, ”that kind of behavior has seriously damaged the relationship between witches and Muggles! It took me half my life to get rid of the Muggles' misunderstanding of us, but my son
Fred said angrily, ”we didn't give him sugar because he was a mag.”
”No, we gave it to him because he likes to bully the weak,” said George. ”Right, Harry?”
”Yes, he is, Mr. Weasley.” Said Harry seriously.
”It's not like that!” Weasley said angrily, ”you wait for me to tell your mother...”
”Tell me what?” Said the voice behind him.
Mrs. Weasley just came in. She was a small, plump woman with a kind face, but her eyes narrowed because of doubts.
”Hello, Harry, honey,” she said to Harry with a smile, and her eyes quickly turned to her husband. ”Arthur, what do you want to tell me?”
Mr. Weasley hesitated. Harry knew that no matter how angry he was with Fred and George, he didn't really want to tell Mrs. Weasley. Mr. Weasley's eyes fixed nervously on Mrs. Weasley, and there was another silence.
Then out of the kitchen came a little red haired girl, Ginny, the Weasleys' youngest sister.
Ginny was a little excited to see Harry coming, but Mrs. Weasley was here, and Ginny didn't dare to make a mistake, at least when Mrs. Weasley was so serious.
”Tell me what, Arthur?” Asked Mrs. Weasley again, in a hard voice.
”Nothing,” Mr. Weasley said. ”It's Fred and George. I had a fight with them just now.”
”What did they do this time?” Said Mrs. Weasley. ”If this has anything to do with the Weasley wizard's prank...”
”Why don't you show Harry where he sleeps, Ron?” Said Ginny, standing at the door.
”He knows where he sleeps,” said Ron. ”In my room, he sleeps there On... ””We can all go.” Ginny said, and then she pointed to Fred and George.
”Oh,” said Ron, understanding, ”OK.”
”Well, we'll do the same.” Said George.
”Here you are Said Mrs. Weasley.
Harry and Ron walked slowly out of the kitchen, down the long hallway with Ginny and up the rickety stairs.
”What does Weasley's wizard prank mean?” Harry asked as he climbed the stairs.
Ron and Ginny smile.
”Mom found a bunch of orders when she was tidying up Fred and George's rooms.” Ron said calmly. ”It's a long price list with their own inventions. It's all funny stuff, you know. Fake wands, magic candy It's interesting. I never knew they were inventing... ”
”We heard explosions coming out of their rooms a long time ago, but we never thought they were really 'building' things,” Ginny said. ”We think they just like that sound.”
”It's just that most of the stuff - Oh, everything - is a bit dangerous,” says Ron. ”They're going to sell it at Hogwarts to make some money, and mom's mad. Tell them not to recreate anything and burn all the orders She was really mad at them. They didn't live up to her expectations of the O.W.L. '
”Well, it must be noisy now,” Ginny said, ”because mom wants them to go into the Ministry of magic like Dad, and they say they want to open a funny store.”
At that time, a door on the second platform opened, and a face appeared, wearing antler rimmed glasses and a very angry expression.
”Hi, Percy.” Said Harry.
”Oh, Harry,” Percy said. ”I wonder who is so noisy. I'm working. I have a report to finish. It's hard for me to concentrate when someone is thundering up and down the stairs. ”
”We're not walking like thunder,” Ron said angrily. ”We're walking. If we disturb the Ministry's super secret work, we're sorry.”
”What are you up to?” Said Harry.
”Write a report for the Ministry of magic cooperation,” Percy said smugly. ”We need to standardize the thickness of the pot. Some imports are too thin, and the annual leakage rate is 3%
Percy's face turned a little red.
”Ron, you can laugh,” he said enthusiastically, ”but if there is no international law, we will find that the market will be full of low-quality, shallow goods, seriously endangering...”
”Yes, yes.” Ron interrupted and began to go upstairs, Percy slammed the door. Harry and Ginny followed Ron up three more stairs, and there was a loud roar from the kitchen, as if Mr. Weasley had told Mrs. Weasley about the toffee.
Ron's room is on the top floor of the house and looks like the last time Harry came. The same is the poster of Ron's favorite Quidditch team; the couderiganen cannon is hung on the wall and rotates on a slightly sloping ceiling; on the windowsill, in a fish tank that used to hold frog eggs, there is now a very large frog. Ron's mice are mottled. It should be said that Peter Pedro is not here, but there is a very small gray owl, which helped Ron deliver the letter to Harry on Privet street. It jumps up and down in a small cage and chirps triumphantly.
”All right, pig,” said Ron, who had four beds in the room. He went into the middle of the two beds and said, ”Fred, George is with us. Bill and Charlie are in their room,” he told Harry. ”Percy is in a room by himself because he has to work.”
”Well, why do you call that owl pig?” Harry asked Ron.