Everyday Players at Hogwarts

"It's Sirius!"

"He left suddenly, saying he would leave the kids with us for a few days."

"That's why we were delayed." Mr. Weasley said in what he obviously thought was a relaxed and lovely tone.

"Right, Harry." Mr. Weasley cleverly pushed Harry in front of Mrs. Weasley.

Harry was surprised to find that Mrs. Weasley seemed to be under a happy spell, and the fierceness on her face suddenly turned into a full face of spring light, "Harry! Poor child, look, how thin you are?"

"Last time we met, I was in a hurry to go home and didn't have time to see you."

"Come on, come to the house with me, I have prepared dinner a long time ago." At the end of the speech, Mrs. Weasley still gave Mr. Weasley a fierce look.

In many years of married life, even if Mr. Weasley sticks his butt out, she can guess why.

Everything just now was obviously an excuse.

But because Harry was here, she still didn't care too much.

"Oh, why did Sirius just leave like that?"

"I prepared too much dinner," said Mrs. Weasley with a painful smile, and walked towards the cottage with a brisk pace.

"Hello, Harry, and Draco," said Percy, puffing out his chest. Even at dinner, he was dressed neatly, with the badge of the prefect pinned on his knitted short vest.

"Our brother has been loving it since he got it."

"He always wears it."

"Hello, Harry and Malfoy's little brat," said Fred and George suddenly.

But Harry didn't care about all this, his stomach was already rumbling.

He looked into the kitchen, which was small and quite crowded, with a clean wooden table and a few chairs in the middle.

The wall clock had only one needle, no numbers, and on the clock face were words like "Make tea, feed the chickens, you're going to be late." There were three layers of books on the mantel: "Enchanting Your Cheese", "The Magic of Baking Bread", "Conjuring a Feast", etc. - all magic books. There was an old radio next to the sink.

It was amazing. Is this the home of a wizard?

Harry had never seen it before. This made him even ignore the chicken in the pot, the ham pie on the plate, the humming boiled potatoes covered with a lid, and a bowl of salad that had not yet been squeezed with sauce.

"Mom, there are ten of us, including that crazy elf!"

"Can the kitchen accommodate us?" Fred and George said separately.

"We are eating in the yard. If you had eaten seriously at noon today instead of thinking about how to make explosions in the house all day, you would know that I had said it long ago!" Mrs. Weasley complained, while pointing her wand at the bowl of salad, inserting the wand into it and whirring it in circles.

As she stirred, a stream of cream sauce sprayed out from the head of the wand.

Fred and George shrank their necks.

At this time, a little red-haired man in a blue robe ran into the kitchen, screamed, and ran out again.

"She's Ginny," Ron whispered to Harry, "my sister. She's been talking about you all summer."

"Didn't your sister know that?" Draco said in a jealous tone.

He found that after Harry came, almost everyone's attention was on him.

And he was only treated politely and distantly.

"Are you jealous? Because someone likes Harry?" Fred joked to Draco.

Soon, with the help of Percy, the table was moved to the garden.

But Fred said that Percy would never do such a thing on weekdays, he just wanted people to pay attention to the medal on his chest.

This can be seen from the fact that he has been sticking out his chest strangely.

"Hey, you three, Percy has set the table. Ron, can't you help and take out the knives and forks. Fred and George, you also take these plates out." Mrs. Weasley suddenly appeared from behind them and said to her other three children.

"Harry, Draco, you two just go outside and wait for dinner."

"I need to fry some more sausages. Look how thin you are, poor Harry." Mrs. Weasley said to Harry lovingly again.

So, they left Mrs. Weasley, went out the back door and entered the garden.

Percy and Ginny had already sat down, and the tablecloth was laid out on them.

Percy still held his chest high, and when he took the knife and fork from Ron, he inadvertently waved the prefect's medal.

And Ginny kept looking at the table, and it seemed that the roots of her fiery red hair had turned red.

"Come here, Kreacher, and eat later." Harry had to divert his attention to Kreacher who was silent beside him. He looked cynical, which was completely out of place with the cheerful Weasley family.

"Kreacher hasn't fallen to the point of eating with the host family!"

"If Harry Potter insists, old Kreacher can only pretend not to hear it." Kreacher muttered to himself.

Harry had to withdraw the order awkwardly.

Time soon came to dinner time, and the two tables were groaning under the weight of the delicious dishes made by Mrs. Weasley.

The seven members of the Weasley family, as well as Harry and Draco, sat down and ate under the clear deep blue night sky.

For Harry, who had been wandering outside for the whole afternoon and had experienced many major stimulations, he felt like he was in heaven now.

At first, Harry was so busy eating chicken, ham pie, boiled potatoes and salad that he didn't have time to talk.

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At the other end of the table, Mrs. Weasley was still complaining about what happened today.

She "accidentally" added a few more sausages to Harry's plate, glared at Mr. Weasley angrily from time to time, and muttered something: "I don't know what you think, flying across half the country with a car - untested -"

"I can't believe it."

"If it weren't for Kreacher, I wouldn't be at ease." Kreacher turned his head and spit secretly.

"Do you think my skills are unreliable?" Mr. Weasley said angrily, but his attention was immediately diverted. Ginny accidentally knocked the plate to the ground again. She crawled under the table to pick up the bowl, and her face was as red as the sunset when she came out.

"Ginny, do you want to sit next to Dad?" Mr. Weasley, who had no idea why Ginny was like that, invited Ginny, who was sitting in the golden position opposite Harry.

"No." Ginny lowered her head and whispered. Harry had to pretend not to hear it, and Draco beside him laughed mischievously that only Harry could hear.

After dinner, Harry touched his stomach (Mrs. Weasley had refilled her meal four times), and walked with heavy steps, Ron and Draco through the narrow corridor and stepped onto the shaky stairs.

The stairs twisted and turned, leading to several floors above.

They climbed two more floors and came to a door with peeling paint. There was a small sign on the door that read "Ron's Room".

Harry walked in, and the sloping ceiling almost touched his head.

"The three of us will sleep here." Ron said nervously.