Chapter 1067 (1/2)
In fact, neither Harry nor Evelyn was very interested in Mr. Weasley's work. In Ron's words, it was what dad liked, but it was boring.
Fortunately, Mrs. Weasley seemed to feel the exhaustion of the two men. After a simple instruction, Fanlin led Harry to Fred and George's room.
Fred and George's bedroom is on the third floor. Mrs. Weasley pointed her wand at the bedside lamp, which lit up immediately. The pleasant golden light lit up the room.
I have to admit that it's much better than the cool area of the black ancestral house, but in fact, as the Weasley brothers' room, although a large bottle of flowers has been placed on the table in front of the small window, their fragrance can not cover up the residual smell of gunpowder.
A considerable portion of the floor space is used to stack many unmarked sealed cartons, with Harry's box in between.
Now, the room looks like a makeshift warehouse, and van leen has always thought that Fred and George did. Fortunately, they have found a place for themselves, such as the opening of Weasley's joke workshop, on the street of Diagon Alley
Hedwig called cheerfully at Harry from the top of the closet and flew out the window; Harry knew that he had been waiting to meet him before going out for food.
After saying good night to Weasley, the two quickly put on their pajamas and got into one of the beds. Of course, it's a surprise for Harry to find something hard in his pillow case. He groped for a while and pulled out a piece of sugar with one end purple and one end yellow. He recognized that it was spitting. So he laughed, turned over and soon fell asleep.
Only a few seconds later - at least Harry felt that way - he was woken up by the sound of a gun banging on the door.
Harry sat up straight and heard the curtain pull open: his eyes were stinging with the glare of the sun. So he covered his eyes with one hand and groped for his glasses in despair.
”What happened?”
”We didn't know you were here!” A loud, excited voice said, and then he suddenly hit the top of his head. ”Ron, don't hit him!”
A girl's voice said reproachfully.
Harry's hand found the glasses and put them on, but he couldn't see anything in the bright light. A vague shadow flickered in front of him for a while; then he blinked, and Ron Weasley jumped into his eyes, grinning at him now.
”How are you?”
”It can't be better.” Harry rubbed his head and fell back into the pillow. ”And you?”
”Not bad,” said Ron, pulling a cardboard box and sitting down. ”When did you arrive? Mom just told us
”Fanlin and I are about one o'clock in the morning.”
”How about the Muggles? Are you all right? ”
”Not as before,” said Harry. ”They don't talk to me much, but I think it's better. How are you, Hermione? ”
”Oh, I'm fine,” said Hermione, sitting on the opposite bed, looking at Harry carefully as if he were ill. He knew what Hermione meant, and she was worried about her nightmares about Voldemort.
”What time is it now? Did I miss breakfast? ”
”Don't worry, mom will bring you a plate later; she doesn't think you're full,” said Ron, turning his eyes. ”So, what happened?”
”Nothing. I've been at my aunt and uncle's house, haven't I?”
”Come on!” Said Ron. ”You went with Dumbledore and vaseline
”So what did you two do?”
At this time, van Lin completely struggled to get up from the pillow. In fact, with the help of Hermione, she hung on Hermione's shoulder sleepily, which made the girl feel a little embarrassed, but this emotion soon turned into a kind of anger
”Nothing exciting.” As a matter of fact, Dumbledore just wanted Harry and I to help him persuade an old professor to come back. His name is Horace slahorn. Well, once the dean of Slytherin, I believe we will see him in school soon. He is a fairly interesting professor
”Oh,” said Ron disappointedly. ”We thought --”
Hermione quickly threw a red card to Ron, and Ron's words immediately changed.
”- we thought it was that...”
”Is it?” This makes Harry laugh. Obviously, Ron's idea is clear to him. The task of the order of the Phoenix has always been his dream. Now, he seems to be qualified to
”Yes Yes, now that Umbridge is gone, obviously we need a new defense against the dark arts teacher, right? So, er, what does he look like? ”
”He looks a bit like a walrus,” said Harry. ”It looks strange...””It's kind, but Ron, you may not like him very much.” ”Oh, of course, as Dumbledore's contemporaries Professor, there is no problem with his ability. Mrs. Weasley and Sirius are all his students,” he said
”Students?” Hermione pauses and pushes van Lin aside in a fit of anger, and then the latter leans up again.
”Oh, yes He has taught a lot of people, and that's what happened when he was headmaster Armando Said Fanlin.
”So he has taught...” Hermione paused.
”What's the matter? What's the problem?” Harry asked, puzzled.
”No, of course not! So, er Does slahorn look like a good teacher Hermione thought about it and gave up her previous idea.
”I don't know,” said Harry. ”It's not worse than Umbridge, is it?”
”I know someone worse than Umbridge,” a voice came from the door. Ron's sister walked in listlessly, looking a little agitated.
”Hello, Harry, Fanlin, what you wake up to is...”
”What's the matter with you?” Asked Ron.
”It's her,” Ginny fell heavily on Harry's bed. ”She's driving me crazy.”
”What did she do this time?” Asked Hermione sympathetically.
”It's the way she talks to me - you'd think I was a three-year-old!”
”I see,” Hermione said in a low voice. ”She thinks of herself.”
Harry was surprised to hear Hermione talking about Mrs. Weasley. No wonder Ron was angry.