HP wants to be boss at Hogwarts

The next morning, Minnow got up early and did the finishing touches on decorating the house with Aunt Petunia. Then he went to wake up Harry and Dudley who were still lying in bed, and then urged Dudley to go around Privet Drive. Running back and forth.

"As soon as Christmas is over, your next game will begin. Do you want to be beaten down by your opponent?"

"I want to win!"

"Increase your agility! Make him unable to touch you, then punch him hard in the face!" Minnow shouted, waving the branch and running after Dudley.

"Minnow! Mr. Weasley and the others are coming!" Harry shouted standing at the door of the house.

"Okay, let's go back first." Mino threw away the branch, clapped his hands, left Dudley and ran home quickly.

I can no longer control the smile on my face.

"Where's George?"

"Oh, it hasn't come out yet. The one coming out now is Ron——"

"Jojo!" Mino pushed Harry away and ran in, pulling up Ron who fell to the ground. "Get out of the way quickly, don't block Jojo!"

Ron was already used to it, walking next to Harry under Uncle Vernon's resentful eyes.

"Don't look at me like that, we'll clean it up for you," Ron said.

"Use a disposable wand," said Aunt Petunia.

"Jojo!" Mino had already picked up George.

"I'm covered in ashes...well, I know you don't mind." George smiled and hugged Mino.

Floo powder has always been a good travel tool. All wizards think so, except for the stinky wizard with mysophobia, who nominated Malfoy.

After everyone arrived (Lupine wouldn't arrive for another two days), Aunt Petunia tidied the house, and Mrs. Weasley gave Uncle Vernon the gifts she had prepared.

"I don't know what you like," Mr. Weasley rubbed his head, "I prepared a goblin for you."

"Arthur!" Mrs. Weasley snatched the box from Mr. Weasley's hand and whispered, "You didn't tell me you prepared this!"

Sirius raised his head proudly and took out a small, beautifully wrapped box from his pocket.

"What is this?" Mino asked.

"Something you Muggles like," said Sirius.

"Don't talk like that, Godfather," Minnow said softly.

Sirius looked at Minnow helplessly: "Something Mr. and Mrs. Dursley would like."

Uncle Vernon took the box from Sirius' hand and unpacked it.

"What do we like? Such a small thing we - oh -" Uncle Vernon looked at the glittering Q-version Mino head inside and fell into deep thought, "Gold? Is it real?"

"I had someone carve it for me," Sirius said. "It looks similar, right?"

"Oh," Uncle Vernon asked pretending to be casual, "are wizards very profitable?"

Sirius shrugged: "My family is rich."

"Most pure-blood wizarding families are very rich, except ours." Fred said with a smile, and then was hit by Mrs. Weasley.

Mrs. Weasley brought her carefully prepared cleaning kit to Aunt Petunia. As housewives, the two mothers had something in common. Aunt Petunia talked about what happened in the Muggle world, and Mrs. Weasley talked about the magical world. He also talked about interesting things about his children and husband from time to time, which frightened both a middle-aged wizard and a middle-aged social beast.

"Tell me how to use this thing?" Mr. Weasley rubbed his hands and looked at Uncle Vernon expectantly.

Uncle Vernon pressed the start button expressionlessly, and the washing machine started spinning on its own.

"Oh!" Mr. Weasley's eyes lit up.

"Jesus," Ginny frowned, "Daddy is so embarrassed."

"Would you like to come to my room?" Dudley invited enthusiastically, "How about playing the game console together?"

"Game console!" Ron also became excited.

"I want to go out for a walk," Charlie said. "Come on Bill."

"Remember to come back before dinner," Minnow said.

Ron was very interested in Dudley's things, especially computers, and he could happily play with them for a long time.

Minnow frowned and said to George, "I think Ron looks a little miserable."

Fred was selling his gadgets to Dudley, Ginny and Harry were sitting in the corner talking quietly, so Minnow sneaked to his room with George while no one was paying attention.

"Start now?" Mino rubbed his hands nervously, "They won't notice that we're not here, right?"

"Oh, of course, their attention isn't on us."

"Isn't it good for us to be like this...?"

"You mean behind their backs - I think they'd understand."

"Harry won't understand me..."

Mino shook his hand sadly.

George shrugged: "Do you want to continue?"

"Of course!" Mino patted the bed, "On the bed, I don't have any extra chairs."

"Okay, then we'll sit here..."

George looked at Mino, and Mino looked at George.

"Are you ready?" Mino asked.

"Of course, what about you?"

Mino took a deep breath: "Come on!"

George nodded and took out a notebook from his pocket.

"When did the goblins rebel?"

"1612 AD!"

"Correct!" George nodded, "When is the "Werewolf Code of Conduct" released?"

"1637 AD!"

"That's right!" George grinned, "Quidditch began to appear between 1000 and 1100 AD. Who did this benefit from?"

Mino frowned and tried hard to recall the contents of the book.

"The ones we reviewed before—her notes—" George followed suit.

"Gertie Kidder!" Minnow shouted. "From her diary, we know that Quidditch originated in a place called Quidditch Moor!"

"Exactly!" George nodded excitedly, "Next question! Who invented Floo powder and when?"

"A.D. 1227...A-Alains?"

George shook his head: "Do you remember, you said his name is very similar to the spell Jordan recited when he was talking nonsense."

Mino nodded thoughtfully, not remembering it at all.

"Any more hints?" Mino looked at George imploringly.

"Ignace—"

"Will Smith!"

"You have to know his name by heart."

"You may not get it."

"But - oh, I don't want to nag you like a mother." George felt a little disgusted and continued to read the notebook, "Let's look at the next question -"

The sound of the door opening interrupted George's movements. He quickly stuffed his notebook into his pocket and leaned against Mino.

"Jojo, my Jojo, how can I tell you how much I love you?" Mino pretended to raise his head and hold George's face.

"Mimi, my Mimi, you don't have to tell me, I have already felt it!" George made an exaggerated expression and lowered his head to pinch Mino's cheek.

Harry and Ron felt a little sick when they opened the door.

"Dada asked me to ask you if you want to play games together." Ron said.

"Dada?" Mino turned his head in confusion.

"Sorry, you are so disgusting. I would be a little out of place otherwise." Ron said calmly.

"Oh, my Ronnie!" Harry cupped Ron's face.

"Oh, my savior!" Ron hugged Harry's waist.

Mino felt a chill and said loudly: "Get out quickly! I am developing a relationship with Qiaoqiao!"

Ron cursed and closed the door.

"Do people who fall in love do this?" Ron trembled, "It's really scary."

Harry touched his chin: "Maybe they are covering something up?"

"Covering what? Covering up that they are secretly studying?" Ron laughed and patted Harry on the shoulder, "Oh, impossible. I would rather believe that they are planning to occupy Hogwarts than this."

"George's History of Magic is pretty good," Harry said. "Mino's History of Magic is simply worse than our Divination. Maybe Mino is asking George to help her with History of Magic."

"How could George agree to such a waste of time?" Ron disapproved, "Why do you have to learn the history of magic behind our backs?"

"Because she is a Slytherin!" Harry's eyes widened. "Slytherins always study in secret! Remember? Malfoy said he didn't review at all and never listened in class - I saw this. , he always just played with magical animals in class, without even taking notes - but he got an O!"

Ron knocked his hands: "That's right! I asked Zabini before if he had written the potions paper, and he said he hadn't finished it - he really hadn't finished it. He showed me that he still had one full stop left - but I didn’t write my potions essay because of him!”

Harry covered his mouth in horror: "This is Slytherin!"

"Go back to study?" Ron grabbed Harry's arm.

Harry took a deep breath.

"Let's play for a while first?"

"it is good!"