Chapter 1106

In fact, neither Harry nor Fanlin were very interested in Mr. Weasley's work. In Ron's words, it was what Dad liked, but indeed, it was a bit boring.

Fortunately, Mrs. Weasley seemed to feel the two people's fatigue. After giving simple instructions, Fan Lin led Harry to Fred and George's room.

Fred and George's bedrooms were on the third floor. Mrs. Weasley pointed her wand at the bedside lamp and it immediately came on, illuminating the entire room with a pleasant golden light.

I have to admit that this place is much nicer than the cold confines of the Black ancestral home, but in fact, as the Weasley brothers' room, although there is a large vase of flowers on the table in front of the small window, their fragrance is still obscured No residual black powder smell.

A considerable portion of the floor was occupied by numerous unmarked sealed cardboard boxes, with Harry's suitcase among them.

Now, this room looks like a temporary warehouse, and Fan Lin has always thought that Fred and George did this. Fortunately, they have found a place that suits them, for example, Weasley The opening of the Joke Workshop, on the streets of Diagon Alley...

Hedwig barked happily at Harry from the top of the wardrobe and flew out the window; Harry knew she had been waiting to see him before going out to feed.

After saying good night to Mrs. Weasley, the two quickly changed into their pajamas and got into one of the beds. Of course, surprises are still necessary, and Harry found something hard in his pillowcase. He groped for a while and took out a candy with purple on one end and yellow on the other. He recognized it as a Tutu candy. So he smiled, turned over, and soon fell asleep.

Only a few seconds later - at least that's what it felt like to Harry - he was woken up by a banging on the door like a cannon.

Harry sat up straight and heard the sound of the curtains being opened: the dazzling sunlight stung his eyes. So he covered his eyes with one hand and fumbled desperately for his spectacles with the other.

"What happened?"

"We didn't know you were here!" said a loud, excited voice, and then there was a sudden tap on the top of his head. "Ron, don't hit him!"

a girl's voice said accusingly.

Harry's hands found his glasses and put them on, but he could see nothing in the bright light. A blurry shadow flickered in front of him for a while; then he blinked, and Ron Weasley jumped into his sight, grinning at him now.

"Are you ok?"

"It couldn't get any better." Harry rubbed the top of his head and fell back into the pillow. "And you?"

"Not bad," Ron said, pulling over a cardboard box and sitting down. "When did you arrive? Mom just told us."

"Fan Lin and I arrived at about one o'clock in the morning."

"How are the Muggles? Are they okay with you?"

"It's not the same as before," said Harry. "They don't talk to me much, but I think it's better that way. How are you, Hermione?"

"Oh, I'm fine," Hermione sat on the bed opposite, studying Harry carefully as if he was sick. He knew what Hermione meant, she was worried about having those nightmares about Voldemort again.

"What time is it now? Did I miss breakfast?"

"Don't worry, Mum will bring you a plate later; she doesn't think you've eaten enough," Ron said, rolling his eyes, "So, what happened?"

"It's nothing. I've been staying at my aunt and uncle's house, haven't I?"

"Stop it!" said Ron. "You left with Dumbledore and Fanlin!"

"By the way, what did you two do?"

At this moment, Fan Lin finally struggled to get up from the pillow. In fact, it was with the help of Hermione that he hung sleepily on Hermione's shoulders. This made the girl a little embarrassed, but This emotion quickly turned into annoyance...

"Nothing exciting." Fan Lin said with a yawn. "In fact, Dumbledore just wanted me and Harry to help him convince an old professor to come back. His name is Horace Slughorn. . Well, he was once the dean of Slytherin, I believe we will see him in the school soon, a pretty interesting professor."

"Oh," said Ron disappointedly. "We thought-"

Hermione quickly threw a red card at Ron, and Ron immediately changed the subject.

"——We thought it was just like that..."

"Really?" This made Harry feel funny. Obviously, he knew Ron's thoughts. The mission of the Order of the Phoenix had always been something he had always dreamed of participating in, but now, he seemed to be qualified...

"Yeah...yeah, now that Umbridge is gone, obviously we need a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, don't we? So, uh, what does he look like?"

"He looks a bit like a walrus," Harry said. "It looks a little weird..."

"Still kind, but Ron, you might not like him too much." Fan Lin said, thinking of Slughorn's Slug Club, "Oh, of course, as a professor at the same time as Dumbledore, in terms of ability, There is still no problem, Mrs. Weasley and Sirius’s entire family are his students.”

"Student?" Hermione paused and pushed Fan Lin away angrily, but the latter then shamelessly came closer.

"Oh, yes...he has taught many people, and this was the case during Principal Armando's time." Fan Lin said.

"So, he also taught..." Hermione paused.

"What's wrong? Is there any problem?" Harry asked in confusion.

"No, of course not! So, uh... does Slughorn seem like a good teacher?" Hermione thought about it and gave up her previous idea.

"Don't know," said Harry. "It's not worse than Umbridge, is it?"

"I know someone worse than Umbridge," a voice said from the doorway. Ron's sister walked in listlessly, looking a little irritated.

"Hello, Harry, Fanlin, you guys woke up really..."

"What's wrong with you?" Ron asked.

"It's all her," Ginny flopped down on Harry's bed, "She's driving me crazy."

"What did she do this time?" Hermione asked sympathetically.

"The way she spoke to me - you would have thought I was a three-year-old!"

"I see," Hermione said in a lowered voice, "All she thinks about is herself."

Harry was surprised to hear Hermione talking about Mrs. Weasley like this, and no wonder Ron was angry.

"Can't you two leave her alone for five seconds?"

"Oh, yeah, in her defence," Ginny snapped, "We both know you won't get tired of her."

That was a very strange comment to make about Ron's mother. Harry realized he had made a mistake and said, "Who are you talking about -?"

But he got the answer before he even finished asking the question. The door to the room opened again, and Harry instinctively yanked the covers up to his chin, causing Ginny to slide off the bed and onto the floor.

A young woman stood at the door. She was so breathtakingly beautiful that it seemed as if there was not enough air in the room. Her figure was as slender as a willow tree, and her long blond hair showed a dizzying silver luster. What made the scene even more perfect was that she was holding a plate full of breakfast.

"A(Harry)," she greeted in a guttural voice, "Long time no see!"

As she crossed the threshold toward Harry, Mrs. Weasley suddenly appeared behind her, looking angry.

"There's no need to bring the dinner plate, I'm just preparing to do it myself!"

"It's no problem," Fleur Delacour put the dinner plate on Harry's lap, then leaned over and kissed Harry on both sides of his face: Harry felt the area where she kissed felt hot. "I've always wanted to see you again. Do you remember my sister Gabrielle? She couldn't stop talking about Arry Potter. She will be so happy to see you again."

"Oh...is she here too?" Harry croaked.

"No, no, silly boy," Fleur laughed like a bell, "I mean next summer vacation, wait for us - don't you know anything?"

Her big blue eyes opened wider and she looked reproachfully at Mrs. Weasley, who said, "We haven't had time to tell him yet."

Fleur turned to Harry and flicked her silver cascade of hair, just past Mrs. Weasley's face.

"Bill and I are getting married!"

Fan Lin helplessly covered his face with his hands, Furong was really straightforward enough.

"Oh," Harry said blankly. He couldn't help but notice that Mrs. Weasley, Hermione and Ginny were all resolutely avoiding their own glances.

"Wow. Uh-congratulations!"

She leaned down and kissed him again.

"Bill is very busy now and works very hard, and I am just working part-time at Gringotts to improve my English, so he brought me here to stay for a few days so that I can get to know his family better. I heard I'm so glad you're here - there's not much to do here, unless you like cooking and feeding chickens! Well - enjoy your breakfast, Ali!" She turned around gracefully. He left the room as if floating, closing the door gently behind him.

Mrs. Weasley made a sound that sounded like "Tsk!"

"Mum hates her," Ginny said quietly.

"I don't hate her!" Mrs. Weasley whispered angrily. "I just don't think they should have gotten engaged so soon, that's all."

"They've known each other for a year," Ron stared at the closed door, looking a little weird, as if he was drunk.

"Well, that's not that long! I know why this is happening, of course. It's all because of the uncertainty brought about by the mysterious man's return. People think they might die tomorrow, so they rush to do all kinds of things that could be slower. The decision to take it slow. This is just like the last time when he was strong, there were people eloping everywhere——"

"Including you and Dad," Ginny said playfully. "Yes, but your dad and I are a match made in heaven, what do we have to wait for?" Mrs. Weasley said. "On the other hand, Bill and Fleur...well...what do they have in common? He is a hard-working, down-to-earth person, but she is-"

"A cow," Ginny nodded, "but Bill isn't that down to earth either. He's a cursebreaker, right, and he likes a bit of adventure and a bit of glamor... I guess that's what he likes. The cause of 'pus'."

"Don't call Fleur that, Ginny," Mrs. Weasley said sternly, while the rest of the crowd snickered.

"Well, I think I'd better go about my business... and eat my eggs quickly, Harry." She looked worried as she left the room. Ron still looked drunk; he tried to shake his head like a dog trying to shake water out of his ears.

"Have you not gotten used to her living in the same house with you?" Harry asked.

"You can," Ron said, "but if she suddenly appears, like she did just now..."

"Heart-pounding..." Hermione said sarcastically, and then stared at Vanlin. Hermione was not very satisfied with his previous attitude. Although they had a pleasant experience with Fleur in Egypt... Well, to be precise, they had a pleasant experience with Gabriel, but Fleur's eagerness always made Hermione a little uncomfortable...

"Well, that's not the way to say it..." Ron said awkwardly, as if he was touched by Hermione's words. At least in terms of choice, Ron and his brother Bill were still very consistent, although Vanlin still didn't understand why the two of them hooked up so quickly...

"Don't you want her to be with you forever?" Ginny asked doubtfully.

Ron just shrugged. He didn't say more about this. Rejecting Fleur? It shouldn't be something that any boy can resist.

Ginny just snorted coldly and continued.

"If she can, Mom will definitely stop this. I bet anything."

"How does she want to stop them?" Harry asked.

"She's been trying to get Tonks to stay for dinner. I guess she wants Bill to fall in love with Tonks. I hope so, too. I'd rather have her at home."

"Yeah, it's working," said Ron sarcastically. "Look, no one in their right mind would fall in love with Tonks with Fleur around. I mean, Tonks is nice - if she didn't do those stupid things to her hair and nose, but -"

"She's uglier than Flood," said Ginny.

"She's smarter, too, she's an Auror!" Hermione chimed in, looking at Valin.

"Fleur isn't stupid. She's smart enough to compete in the Triwizard Tournament," said Harry.

"Don't take it too seriously!" said Hermione sarcastically.

"I suppose you'd like to hear Flood call you 'Arry', wouldn't you?" asked Ginny scornfully.

"No," said Harry, wishing he hadn't said anything. "I just said Flood - I mean Fleur -"

"I'd rather have Tonks at our house," said Ginny. "At least she can bring laughter."

For a moment, the atmosphere was full of gunpowder. It was obvious that Harry and Ron were on the side of approval, while Ginny and Hermione...

Although Hermione and Fleur had had some contact, in fact, if it weren't for Vanlin and Gabriel, the two of them wouldn't even be considered friends. Ginny had been hanging out with Hermione since she was a child. Obviously, there was no suspense to argue about in terms of their positions. But the bad thing was that there were five people on the scene now. No, count Crookshanks too... (To be continued)