Hogwarts Scholar System

With a bang, the stove suddenly flew to the other side of the room, and Mr. Weasley, Fred, George and Ron were thrown out along with a pile of rubble.

They were relieved, but the Dursleys' kitchen was in ruins, and the usually spotless living room was now filled with dust and broken bricks.

The Dursleys seemed to think of the fear of being dominated by Hagrid again. Aunt Petunia screamed and fell backwards on the coffee table. Uncle Vernon reached out to catch her to prevent her from falling to the ground.Uncle Vernon was breathing heavily, speechless, and just stared at the Weasleys.

Seeing this scene, Harry, who had just reconciled with his uncle's family, looked embarrassed.

"It's much better now." Mr. Weasley gasped, dusting off the dust on his green robe and adjusting his glasses, "Ah, you must be Harry's aunt and uncle!"

Mr. Weasley was a tall, thin, bald man. He stretched out a hand and walked towards Uncle Vernon, but Uncle Vernon pulled Aunt Petunia and took a few steps back.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Mr. Weasley said, lowering his hand and turning to look at the exploding fireplace, "This is all my fault. I never expected that we would not be able to get out when we arrived at our destination. You know, I Connected your fireplace to the Floo network. In order to pick up Harry this afternoon. Strictly speaking, Muggle fireplaces are not supposed to be connected to the Internet. But I have a very useful acquaintance in the Floo Management Group. , he did it for me. Don’t worry, I’ll get it done for you in a moment. I’m going to light a fire, send the kids back, and then I can help you fix the fireplace before I apparate away.”

Harry could tell that the Dursleys didn't understand a word of what was said, and they both stared at Mr. Weasley dumbfounded.

"Hello, Harry!" said Mr. Weasley cheerfully, "Has your suitcase been packed?"

"I've packed it all," Harry said. "My aunt and uncle originally wanted to entertain you, but now"

"Have you prepared dinner? Sorry, it's all my fault. If you don't mind, would you like to be a guest at my house?" After hearing what Harry said, Mr. Weasley immediately extended an invitation apologetically.

The Dursleys still had not recovered from the shock just now, and they still did not say a word in the face of Mr. Weasley's invitation.

Mr. Weasley was a little disappointed, and then he looked around the room.He loved anything Muggle-related.Harry could tell that he was particularly eager to go over and take a closer look at the television and VCR.

"They're electric, aren't they?" he said knowingly. "Ah, yes, I saw the plugs. I collect plugs," he added to Uncle Vernon, "and batteries. Lots and lots of them. Batteries. My wife thought I was crazy, but look, I was right."

Uncle Vernon probably didn't expect that there was a weirdo like Mr. Weasley in the wizarding world. If he didn't have a wand that could blow up a fireplace in their house, they would definitely call the mental hospital.

"Ah, well," Mr. Weasley had to say after successive attempts to communicate with the Dursleys failed, "we'd better get moving."

He rolled up the sleeves of his robes, drew his wand, and the Dursleys backed away from the wall again.

"Fire!" said Mr. Weasley, pointing his wand at the hole in the wall behind him.

A fire suddenly burst into flames in the fireplace, crackling and burning brightly, as if it had been burning for hours.Mr. Weasley took out a small bag with a drawstring from his pocket, opened it, pinched a little powder from it and threw it into the fire. The flames immediately turned green and the flames jumped higher than before.

"Fred, you go first," Mr. Weasley said.

Fred took a few steps forward, straight into the flames, and said, "The Burrow!"

Seeing Fred disappear in the flames, the Dursleys were shocked again.

After Fred, Harry and George moved the suitcase that Harry had packed into the flames. George picked up the suitcase, shouted "The Burrow" and disappeared.

Seeing his uncle's family so frightened, Harry could only say goodbye to them with regret and went to the Burrow with Ron.

Although this was not his first time traveling in flames, Harry was still not used to this way of moving, and flying through the flames still made him feel a little nauseous.

This is like those people who get motion sickness in cars. Some get used to it and get used to it, but some never get used to it.

Arriving at the Burrow, Harry almost fell face first outside the Weasley kitchen fireplace.

"What's going on with you and your uncle's family?" Fred pulled Harry up and couldn't help asking.He and George were originally going to use the Fat Tongue Taffy to help Harry tease Dudley, but what Harry said to his aunt and uncle made them put the prepared Fat Tongue Toffee back.

"We made up," Harry said, telling what happened after he gave the Dursleys the weight-loss potion.

"Ha, you mean you tortured their family with the added weight-loss potion, and then they thanked you, and then you reconciled!" Ron looked incredulous.

"Maple actually prepared such a fun thing in advance without notifying us?" Fred condemned Maple's unloyal behavior.

There was a burst of laughter in the small kitchen. Harry looked around and saw Ron and George sitting at the clean wooden table. There were two red-haired people next to them. Harry had never seen him before, but he It was immediately clear that they must be the two eldest of the Weasley brothers - Bill and Charlie.

Bill stood up, smiled, and shook Harry's hand.Bill's appearance was somewhat surprising.Harry knew that he worked at Gringotts Wizarding Bank and was Head Boy at Hogwarts School.Harry had always thought that Bill was the spitting image of Percy, only a few years older, the same one who made such a fuss about breaking school rules and liked to boss everyone around him.

When I saw it today, I realized that was not the case. Bill looked very "cool".He is tall, with long hair tied into a ponytail on the back of his head. He also wears an earring with a small fan-like thing hanging on it.Bill's outfit wouldn't look out of place even for a rock concert.But Harry could tell that his boots were not made of cowhide but dragonhide.

Maple's behavior when she saw Bill was similar to Harry's. At the same time, she was secretly glad that she and Bill were not in the same class, otherwise all the girls in the same class would have been seduced by this handsome guy.

Before anyone could say anything, there was a slight crack and Mr. Weasley apparated back here.

"dad!"

"Mr. Weasley!"

After Mr. Weasley arrived, they stopped talking and greeted Mr. Weasley warmly.

After a while, Mrs. Weasley came too, "Hello, Harry, dear."

Whenever Harry comes to visit, Mrs. Weasley always sets her sights on Harry first, and Ron has always expressed doubts about who is the biological child between him and Harry.

After that, three more people came in, two women and one man.Maple and Hermione were walking hand in hand, both of them looking very happy, and the other short red-haired one was Ginny Weasley, the youngest sister of the Weasley family.

Harry smiled immediately when he saw them coming in, and Ginny blushed immediately. She has always been obsessed with Harry, the warrior who defeated the Dark Lord!

When the twin brothers saw Maple come in, they immediately pulled him away from Hermione. The two brothers together expressed their serious condemnation for Maple having a good prank idea but not informing them.

"No one will use this disgusting potion, right?" After a while, they gathered together again to study the bottles of potion that Maple gave Harry.

"Who says no one wants it," Maple retorted, "How about a bet? If you lose, drink this medicine."

"Got it!" The Weasley brothers immediately understood that there would be great needs among the students at Hogwarts.

Maple continues to discuss interesting prank ideas with them. Maple also remembers their canary cookies, which can turn people into canaries.Although it does not last long, it requires high attainments in the art of transformation.

Maple can now use the wand to transform people, but he still doesn't know how to attach the transformation spell to the cookies.He could gain a lot from communicating with the Weasley brothers.

The Weasleys are all here except Percy.Percy was still working in his room at the moment, writing a report on Can Pot.

After Mrs. Weasley had prepared dinner, they went outside.Weasley's room was a bit small to accommodate so many people.

As soon as they arrived in the yard, they saw Hermione's ginger, bow-legged cat Crookshanks.It hurriedly ran around the garden, its bottlebrush-like tail raised high, and it was chasing something.The thing was covered in mud and looked like a potato with legs.

Harry recognized it immediately as a goblin.He was less than ten inches tall, and walked quickly on his hard little feet, crossing the garden and diving into a Wellington leather boot scattered beside the door.Crookshanks put a paw into his boot, trying to catch the goblin.Harry heard the goblins cackle maniacally inside.

Just then, there was a deafening crash from the other side of the house.They entered the garden and discovered what had caused the commotion.They saw Bill and Charlie both pulling out their wands and moving two tattered old tables flying across the lawn, hitting each other, each trying to knock the other out of the air.Fred and George cheered, Ginny laughed, and Hermione wandered by the fence, looking amused and nervous at the same time, not knowing what to do.

With a bang, Bill's table hit Charlie's table, knocking off one of its legs.At this time, there was a crisp crashing sound above the head.They both looked up at the same time and saw Percy's head poking out of the third floor window.

"Can you please keep your voice down?" he yelled.

"Sorry, Percy," said Bill, grinning, "how's the bottom of the cauldron?"

"That's bad," Percy said grumpily, slamming the window shut.

"Quiet!" After Percy closed the window, Maple cast a spell on his window.

"Okay, now he can't hear anything, you continue."

"Good job, man!" Fred gave a thumbs up.

Bill and Charlie looked curiously at Maple, and George said at this moment: "Maple's magic knowledge now is no worse than that of a seventh-grade student."

"They were just now," Ginny said, pointing at Maple and Hermione, "they were practicing apparation."

"You have learned how to apparate now, without anyone's guidance?" Bill and Charlie both looked incredulously,

"Wow!" The Weasley brothers also looked envious.

"Let's have a try!" Bill used his wand to control a suspended table and said eagerly.

"I think you two are best together," Fred said with a smirk.

"Just right, I want to try it too." Charlie walked over.

"I'm happy to accompany you!" Maple replied cheerfully.

"Copy into pairs!" Maple cast a spell on two tables at the same time, and two more tables suddenly appeared on the ground.

Just by showing this hand, Maple's strength cannot be underestimated, and both Bill and Charlie's expressions became serious.

The fine control he had practiced while eating in the cafeteria earlier came in handy now. Maple was multitasking, controlling two replica tables to fight against Bill and Charlie.

After several impacts, both Bill and Charlie's tables had a leg knocked off, while Maple's table remained intact.

"That's awesome!" Bill and Charlie used their wands to land the table firmly on the ground, saying with admiration.

Maple actually took up a little light, and Bill and Charlie's tables also hit his table several times. The number of hits was no less than that of Maple's, but the table that Maple copied with magic seemed to be stronger than the original table. Some of them are somewhat defeated.But even if they were evenly matched, Maple was one against two, and a tie was considered a victory.

Bill used his magic wand to reattach the table with its broken legs, and then conjured a tablecloth out of thin air.

"All curses end!" The two tables that Maple copied disappeared immediately.

"Teach us how to apparate!" Fred and George hugged Maple and said.

"Wait until after the Quidditch World Cup!" Maple said.

At seven o'clock, the two tables were groaning under the weight of the delicious dishes prepared by Mrs. Weasley's masterful hands.The nine Weasleys, as well as Maple, Harry and Hermione all sat down to eat under the clear dark blue night sky.

Everyone happily ate Mrs. Weasley's chicken, ham pie, boiled potatoes and salad, everything was delicious.

But there is another disgraceful thing——

Across the table, Percy was telling his father about his report on the thickness of the crucible bottom.

"I told Mr. Crouch that I could finish it on Tuesday," Percy said proudly. "It's a little faster than he expected, but I want to take the initiative in everything. If I finish it on time, he will be very satisfied." Yes, because our department is currently very busy with preparations for the World Cup. We can’t get the support we need from the Department of Magical Sports and Sports, Ludo Bagman.”

"I like Ludo," Mr. Weasley said gently. "Thanks to him for getting us such good tickets to the World Cup. I did him a small favor: his brother Odo had something wrong." Trouble, I made a lawn mower have many special functions, and I fixed the whole thing."

"Yes, of course, Bagman is quite cute," Percy said disapprovingly, "but comparing him to Mr. Crouch, I really don't understand how he became the director! If Crouch Sir, when he discovers that someone in our department is missing, he will definitely start an investigation and will not let it go unchecked. You know, Bertha Jorkins has been missing for more than a month! She went on vacation in Albania and never came back."

. . .

It was a bit boring to talk about his work during the meal, and he kept talking.

Just one sentence caught the attention of Harry and Hermione——

"You know, after the World Cup, we have to organize a big event. You know what I'm saying, Dad, it's top secret."

Ron rolled his eyes and whispered to Maple and the others: "Ever since he started working, he has been trying to tease us into asking him what it is. It's probably a Thick Crucible Exhibition."

If she didn't know the truth, Maple would find it really annoying that Percy was so intriguing.

Next to Mrs. Weasley, Fred, George and Charlie were animatedly discussing the World Cup.

"The Irish team must have won," Charlie muttered, his mouth full of potatoes. "They beat Peru in the semifinals."

"But the Bulgarian team has Viktor Krum." Fred said.

"Krum is good, but he is only one person. The Irish team has seven good players," Charlie said impatiently. "I do hope England can qualify though. It's such a shame."

. . .

Charlie's attitude is very much like that of a flower grower who hates their national football team.

The sky was getting dark, and Mr. Weasley conjured some candles to light up the darkening garden, and then everyone began to enjoy the strawberry ice cream made at home.

The Weasleys now know about Trace Silk's flaw, but the Weasleys are still kept in the dark, and Maple never uses magic in front of them.When everyone was almost done eating, Hermione's cat Crookshanks was still chasing a few goblins happily.

They flew through the rose bushes laughing maniacally.The goblins have also learned to taunt, no wonder Crookshanks is so persistent in pursuit.

When Mr. Weasley and Percy, who was already working in the Ministry of Magic, talked about Sirius Black, he did not mention a word about it. At the moment when the Quidditch World Cup was being held, Sirius, who had escaped from prison for a year and still had not been captured, was directly forgotten by the entire wizarding world.

It can be seen from this that the vigilance of the entire magical world is so lax, and it is no wonder that Mad Eye Moody is regarded as a madman.