94 hp Diagon Alley

,"She is coming."

Fred and George were already squatting in the low attic waiting for them.

"Three lazy Weasley men." Gwen folded her arms and scolded them, then sat down on the floor and let out a contented sigh.

There was a horrible, half-sucking, half-groaning sound coming from near them, accompanied by a foul smell resembling that of a sewer.

"Merlin," Gwen was terrified and hid behind George, "I actually forgot that there were ghouls living here, so I just sat on the ground."

"Don't worry, there's no snot on the ground." George reassured her.

A few steps away from them, the guy was sleeping in the shadows with his mouth open.

"Ronnie needs the help of a real grown-up," Fred said, pinching his throat. "He's going to turn the ghoul into his pretty image."

"Why?" Gwen couldn't figure it out, "You just need to drop out of school quietly..."

"If the three of us weren't at Hogwarts anymore, everyone would think Hermione and I were definitely with Harry, right? That would mean the Death Eaters would come straight to our family to see if they were Know where Harry is." Ron was proud of his brilliant plan. "We can't hide our whole family, it's too suspicious, and they can't be working, so we're going to let it out that I've got bad pox and I can't go back to school. If someone comes to investigate ,Dad or Mum can show them a ghoul covered in pustules on my bed. Scattered pox is very contagious, they sure don't want to go near it. It doesn't matter if it doesn't talk, because the fungus spreads to the little tongue, sure speechless."

Gwen was a little sad. Did they really expect three wizards who had just grown up to shoulder the burden of the wizarding world and embark on a dangerous journey full of unknowns?

"Stop talking," said Ron, helpless in the silence of the attic. "Hermione even put the Oblivion Charm on her parents just to protect Harry - and protect them."

"I—isn't—" Gwen didn't know what to say, and it took a while to say: "I should be able to conjure red hair for it."

"And we've got plenty of abscess powder and smallpox candy." Fred and George opened a small leather case with a W on it.

"Plus a set of my old pajamas." Ron dug out the clothes he had hidden here in the corner.

Seeing the slimy ghoul sleeping out of snot bubbles, Gwen immediately retracted the feeling she was moved just now: "Ron, go and dress it, I don't want to touch that thing for a while."

Soon, a thick-haired "Ron" covered in purple-red blisters appeared in the attic of the Burrow.

"As soon as I'm gone, this ghoul comes down to live in my room," said Ron, "I think he's looking forward to it--it's hard to tell because he just grunts and drools--but It likes to nod. Anyway, it is me who suffers from varicella. How is it?"

"I have to admit, I've been proud of you as my brother once or twice." Fred patted Ron heavily on the shoulder.

"I hope your journey goes well, otherwise we will call this guy brother in the future." George squeezed his chin, looked at the pustule ghoul and shook his head.

"It doesn't make much difference, really," said Fred, grinning.

Fleur's family came to the Burrow two days before the wedding.It soon became apparent that the Delacours were pleasant guests and helpful.They were happy with everything and actively helped with the wedding planning.From the seating arrangements to the bridesmaids' shoes, Mr. Delacour said, "So cute!" Mrs. Delacour was such a master of domestic spells that she wiped the oven clean in the blink of an eye.Gabriel followed her sister like a tail, chirping away in French as she tried to be helpful.

On the downside, the structure of the Burrow couldn't accommodate that many people.The Weasleys overcame the objections of the Delacours by loudly insisting that their guests sleep in their bedroom while they themselves slept in the drawing room.Gabriel sleeps with Fleur in Percy's old room, and Charlie, the best man, will share a room with Bill when he returns from Romania.

Another day later, it was Harry's 17th birthday.

Gwen and Hermione went together to deliver Harry's presents in the morning, just in time for him and Ron to indulge in magic with every little object.

Reveling in the joy of Trace disappearing, Harry let Ron's things fly around the room and the piglets woke up and flapped their wings excitedly in their cages.Harry also tried to magically tie the laces of his sneakers (it took him several minutes to untangle the knot with his hands), and then, just for fun, he put the orange team on Ron's Chudley Cannons posters. The gown turned bright blue.

"I'm going to zipper your trousers with my bare hands," Ron warned Harry, who hurried to check while Ron giggled. "This is a gift for you, just open it here, but don't show it to my mother."

"A book?" said Harry, taking the rectangular package. "It's a bit of a departure from tradition, isn't it?"

"This is no ordinary book," said Ron. "It's solid gold: Twelve Ways to Win a Witch's way, explaining everything you need to know about girls. If I had last year This book, you'll know how to get rid of Lavender, and you'll know how to get close to... well, Fred and George gave me a copy, and I figured out a lot of stuff. You'll be amazed, and not all Wand needed. Good morning, Hermione, Gwen."

The two witches were looking at the two foolish boys with complicated eyes, each of them said happy birthday, put down the birthday gift, and left mercilessly.

Gwen didn't know where Hermione had gone, and she was always very busy these days.She turned around and asked her dear boyfriend, what are the twelve magic weapons for bewitching witches.

Long before Charlie, Lupine, Tonks, and Hagrid arrived, Harry's birthday party packed the Burrow kitchen to the point of exploding, so a few tables were put together in the garden.Fred and George conjured a swarm of purple lanterns to hang over the heads of their guests.The number "17" is shining brightly on the lantern.Thanks to Mrs Weasley's meticulous care, George's wound had smoothed out, but Gwen still couldn't bear to look at the dark hole in the side of his head, despite the twins' many jokes about it.

Hermione sprayed purple and gold banners from the top of her wand, which hung artistically from trees and bushes.

"That's great," said Ron, watching Hermione's final wave of her wand, turning the leaves of the sago tree into gold, and couldn't help but admire, "You're really good at this."

"Thank you, Ron!" said Hermione, looking both pleased and slightly confused.Harry turned around and grinned.Gwen probably guessed that the book Ron might have learned from must have a chapter devoted to flattery.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" Mrs. Weasley yelled as she walked through the garden door, a Snitch the size of a balloon floating in front of her.It took a few seconds before Harry realized it was his birthday cake.Mrs. Weasley used his wand to keep him suspended in mid-air, rather than risk carrying it across the uneven ground.When the cake finally hit the middle of the table, Harry said, "That's wonderful, Mrs. Weasley."

"Oh, nothing, dear," said Mrs. Weasley lovingly.Ron gave Harry two thumbs up behind her and mouthed: Good job.

These glib boys.Gwen glared at Fred and George bitterly, thinking that these two had taught them badly.

At seven o'clock the guests arrived, and Fred and George stood at the end of the lane to meet them and lead them into the house.Hagrid put on his best furry brown suit as a sign of respect, and it was ugly.Although Lupine was smiling when he shook Harry's hand, he seemed unhappy.This is really strange.Because Tonks next to him looked downright radiant.

"Happy birthday, Harry," said Tonks, hugging him tightly.

"Seventeen, isn't it?" said Hagrid, taking a glass of wine the size of a keg from Fred. "We met six years ago today, Harry, do you remember? "

"I remember," said Harry, looking up at him with a grin. "Did you knock down the gate, give Dudley a pig's tail, and tell me I was a wizard?"

"I don't remember the exact details." Hagrid giggled.The half-blood giant dug into his pocket a little fuzzy drawstring pouch with a long strap attached to it, apparently for hanging around his neck. "Donkey's skin. No matter what is hidden in it, only the owner can get it out. It's a rare thing, this thing."

"Hagrid, thank you so much!"

"Nothing." Hagrid waved a hand the size of a trash can lid. "Yo, Charlie's here! I've always liked him—hey! Charlie!"

Charlie walked over, resignedly stroking his newly cropped, appallingly short hair.He was shorter and thicker than Ron, with burns and scratches all over his muscular arms.

"Hello, Hagrid, is everything all right?"

"I've been meaning to write to you for a long time. How is Norbert?"

"Noble?" Charlie laughed. "The Norwegian Ridgeback? We call him Norbeta now."

"What—Noble is a girl?"

"Yeah," Charlie said.

"How can you tell?" Hermione asked.