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"Do you think I can be that child's godfather?!"

After a brief moment of daze, Harry hugged Ron and shook him excitedly, not even thinking about the possibility that it was illegal for two minors to have a child.

"Of course... no! I should be the child's godfather. I'm the first to know the news!"

"Come on Ron, it's not like you can only have one godfather."

Fred and George came together at some point, singing and singing together as if they were talking about cross talk.

"I'm afraid you don't stand a chance, my little brothers."

"There are too many people lined up in front...with us,"

"Alicia, Cedric and even Hagrid."

"Hagrid?" Harry asked confused.

"It's Hagrid. We wrote to him yesterday."

"He also wants to be the godfather... He said it wasn't his turn when you were born, so it should be his turn this time."

"But how did you get involved with him...Sorry, I mean, didn't he always live in the Forbidden Forest?"

"We got Peeves!"

"Hagrid really hates that guy too."

"Okay, okay... So what do you mean he didn't get his turn as my godfather? Isn't he my parents' best friend?"

Thinking of Hagrid's heartfelt closeness when he came to pick him up, as well as the recognition and familiarity with his father in his words, Harry's mind was filled with questions... He always thought he was He didn't have a godfather, otherwise how could he have been allowed to stay at the Dursley's for so long?

"Then who is my godfather?"

"I do not know…"

"Maybe you could ask him yourself?"

"He looked pretty sad anyway,"

"We don't dare to mess with that big guy."

...

"Okay, little guys... give Harry some space so he can take care of his luggage!"

Mrs. Weasley clapped her hands vigorously, interrupting several people's discussion on the topic of "The Godfather"

"George and Fred, take Harry to your rooms."

After saying that, she walked to Harry again, squatted down slightly and looked at him apologetically.

"I'm sorry, kid. There are a little few rooms at home, so I might not be able to accommodate you in a separate room..."

"It's okay, Mrs. Weasley! As long as you have a place to stay... In fact, I quite want to hear George and Fred brag. John said they chatted all night together last time..."

Harry, who felt Mrs. Weasley's care for him, blushed and was so excited that he couldn't speak at all.

"Harry!" x2

Although the two brothers tried desperately to cover Harry's mouth, Mrs. Weasley was the gap they could never cross.

"Very good! George and Fred...it seems like you turned a deaf ear to what I said?!"

Mrs. Weasley angrily thrust her waist

"Very well... gentlemen! Your room is Ron's now!"

"No! Mom..."

"You can't do this to us!"

...

Harry, who felt like he was in trouble, sneered and moved closer to Ron, who was watching the show with a smile.

"They are your biological brothers..."

"That's right! That's why I didn't step on them again... Each of those little inventions they made can buy them both a beating from their mother."

Harry's teeth felt a little sore as he looked at Ron who looked so matter-of-fact.

"Then why are they afraid of changing rooms with you? Don't you sleep alone?"

"Oh, that's okay. My room is directly below the attic..."

"so what?"

"There's an old ghoul."

Harry, who is no longer a novice wizard, certainly knows what a ghoul is... In fact, although it can help wizards drive away rats, spiders and goblins, Harry really hates this ugly, smelly and noisy magical animal. Can't like it.

"Well, you're right."

Harry nodded in agreement, then looked apologetically at the two brothers who were being lectured by Mrs. Weasley, and thought about how to compensate them after returning to school.

"Let's go, Harry. I'll take you to my 'new' room... In fact, if George and the others hadn't cheated when they drew lots, this room would have been mine."

You really do love each other...

Harry took one last look at the twins, who exuded a resentful aura, and followed Ron upstairs with a wry smile.

...

In the room that used to belong to Brother George, Harry, who had packed his luggage, was lying on the hard wooden bed, tilting his body and looking at Ron, who was struggling to find something in the twins' cabinet.

"Ron, what are you looking for? You've been looking for it since just now... Why don't you move the things in your room?"

"Wait a minute, Harry. I'm looking for George's prank props! God knows why they don't give their cute little brother a discount..."

"Prank props? Have they decided to work together?"

Last year, John mentioned their partnership plan... Harry just didn't expect it to progress so quickly.George and Fred are only about to be in fourth grade.

Even though Alicia had said that these two people's talents in transfiguration were incredible, Harry still felt that they were a little too impatient. After all, developing magic alchemy items required a huge amount of knowledge.

"Initial preparations...that's what John said. I peeked at the letter he wrote to George and the others."

"Merlin's Beard...are they not adults yet? Are they starting a business now?"

"Relax my man, John is the best...Alicia said his wealth is now more than we can imagine. He is only 12 years old."

Ron said, giving up searching for prank props, and jumped onto the other bed.

"But I think John should think about us first...after all I only get one sickle a year as pocket money."

"But we don't have George's talents, do we..."

"Ah... among the few of us, you are the savior and a genius seeker; Hermione and Alicia are academic masters with extraordinary brains; even Fred and George have talents that they can use..."

"I'm the only one who looks like a loser..."

"Come on, Ron...none of us think you're a loser."

Harry looked at Ron who was feeling a little depressed and tried to enlighten him.

"You're better at wizard chess than Professor McGonagall, remember?..."

"And how you treat your friends... I'm sorry, I'm not very good at talking... In short, we are all very happy to be friends with you... I believe John and they are all the same. At least we always smile when we are together, right? ?”

Looking at Harry who was clumsily dancing in front of him to teach him, Ron felt his concern for him.

"perhaps you're right…"

He rubbed his face

"Merlin's beard! What just happened to me? Do I look like a sissy...can you forget about it mate?"

"I guess I'll never forget that, Ron, you just scared me... Ha, fragile Weasley."

Seeing Ron return to his previous state, Harry also laughed, mocking his weakness.

"Oh, little Harry...it seems I have to teach you what respect is...I'm a tough guy!"

Ron screamed in a hoarse voice and rushed towards Harry, laughing and wrestling.