[HP] Hogwarts students

While Dad was writing with Mr. Weasley, Mum and I were sitting in the newly furnished baby's room, which used to be the family's small storage room, full of boxes and clutter.

And now this room has been emptied out, and many baby items have been put in without knowing it: crib, changing table, doll's house, toys I played with when I was a child...

Mom's belly swelled up as if she had blown air, and it didn't match her slender figure at all. Seeing it made me shudder, and I always rushed to the forefront to protect her and clear all obstacles on the way for her.

She sat on the old rocking chair and gently stroked her high belly. I stood on tiptoes and put my ears on it to listen carefully. Occasionally, I would get a few responses from my younger siblings, which made me feel soft and sad.

"Then how long will it take for this little thing to come out?" I looked at my mother distressedly, and reached out to pinch her cramped calf.

"Well...Let's think about it, I've been taking him with me for eight months, and after a little more than a month, he will be able to come out to meet you."

Well, I'll be at Hogwarts by the time he comes out.But it doesn't matter, when I get back from Christmas break, I'll find a chance to give him a good beating.I clenched my fists and thought.

"We'll send you pictures of the baby, but pictures and words are never as good as seeing it with your own eyes." Mom stretched out her hand and patted my head, "That's why we've been saving this surprise for your summer vacation." first day."

surprise?I think the scare is more of a factor.I gritted my teeth thinking.

"Okay—Kelly, it's all over." Dad knocked on the door and said, leaning halfway in. "You can use the fireplace to get to their house."

"Great!" I immediately jumped up from the chair, hurriedly kissed my mother and ran downstairs, and my father followed me leisurely: "Remember to come back before dinner, don't cause trouble, okay ?”

I nodded perfunctorily, grabbed a handful of glittering Floo powder from the small side table by the fireplace, and impatiently sprinkled it into the fireplace: "The Burrow!"

As the thick green smoke dissipated, I coughed and fell out of the fireplace, and a figure suddenly appeared and lifted me up to prevent me from falling to the ground.

"Cough, cough, cough." I grabbed the hem of the person's clothes and almost knelt in front of him, so scared that I struggled like a dying fish on the slippery and sticky floor.

"Miss Tentacle Octopus from Gryffindor."

"I will perform the dance version of 'A Pot of Fiery Love' for everyone, please applaud."

I don't know who turned up the volume of the radio, and Celestina Warbeck's beautiful singing seemed to be singing in my ears. I looked up and looked carefully, only to find that George was holding me with his arms under my armpit .

With my legs stuck crooked in place, he stepped back a few steps and pulled me into a long straight line. Fred leaned against the edge of the sink, watching us with a grin.

"Who allowed you to use prank products in the kitchen?" Before I could speak, Mrs. Weasley suddenly appeared at the back door of the kitchen. Her face was clouded. Fred stood up straight in fright, and George quickly let go. My face smacked against his smelly boots.

"My God! Kelly! Are you alright?" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed, and drove the two scoundrels out of the kitchen, used her wand to remove the glue on the floor for me, and pulled me directly into her arms In his arms, "What a poor kid, is he often bullied by these two bad guys at school?"

I blushed and squeezed out of her arms, shaking my head: "Of course not, madam, we are all good friends."

"Oh, don't mention their concealment. Good boy, go and play with Ron and Harry, they are in the room." She looked at me with loving eyes, and I rubbed the goosebumps on my arms and said dryly Saying goodbye to her, I stumbled around the furniture to a set of uneven stairs.

The staircase twisted and twisted, a bit like the stairs in Dumbledore's office, only a little steeper than that.Every door I passed had a small sign with the name on it, I passed 'Charlie' 'Percy' 'Fred and George' (I smeared the asphalt goo from the corner of the wall on their doorknobs) 'Ginny', finally came to the door of 'Ron'.

"Knock, knock, knock." I knocked on the door, and a voice came from inside: "Please come in." I opened the door and walked in.As soon as I entered the door, I was dazzled. Ron's room was very low-floor, but it used a lot of highly saturated orange-yellow (according to him, it was the logo color of the Quidditch team Chudley Cannons). It looked warm under the sunlight, and there was a large fish tank on the window sill, and the little squirrel I gave him was lying on the side and sleeping soundly.

Ron and Harry were sitting on the edge of the bed playing cards, both dressed coolly and looking fresh from their showers.Seeing me walking in, both of them put on their clothes nervously.

"You, why are you? When did you come?" Ron stammered, Harry's head was stuck in the neckline, and he tugged desperately at the hem of his clothes.

"Oh, just now, I came from Floo." I reached out and pulled his clothes off for him, revealing Harry's disheveled head, and he sat back with a flushed face.

"You don't write much in the letter. What's the matter with the letter? It's also made by the elf named Dobby?" I frowned and glanced at the ceiling, and there was a knock from above Ron's room. The sound of beating.

"It's a ghoul, don't mind it," said Ron.

Harry rubbed his face, and briefly told me about Dobby's source, what it said, and how it intercepted the letter. He found a large stack of letters from his luggage and handed it to me: "In order to prevent You disclosed the news to me, so I intercepted all your letters."

I took the letter. In addition to the letters from Ron and Hermione, there were also letters from Lavender, Parvati, Angelina and others. To my surprise, Cedric and Alison also gave me letters. wrote.

"We're all guessing that the elf was sent by Malfoy," said Ron angrily. "Only a guy like that would come up with something like that."

Harry nodded in tandem, adding: "But it's just speculation, because whenever I ask Dobby who sent him, he keeps crying and banging his head against cabinets or walls."

I rubbed my chin: "It's not ruled out. Only really rich and ancient wizarding families will have house-elves. You know, it's very difficult to apply for elves. My grandfather once went to fill out the application form, but they Knowing that my grandpa retired, there was no reply."

The afternoon sun was very warm and warm. I borrowed the window sill of Ron's room to start answering letters. Harry and Ron continued to play cards. This kind of cards can be shuffled automatically, which is quite convenient.

Through the window, I saw the Weasley brothers flying across the yard on a broom, spilling the feed in the chicken pens, and several big fat brown chickens pounced on them and started fighting.

Ron wrote me one letter, and Hermione had three.In the first letter, she asked me if I would go to London on Friday. Seeing that I didn’t reply, she asked me to call her worriedly in the third letter, and she also left a series of phone numbers.

Lavender shared the story of her visit to Shakespeare's house in the letter, and thanked me emphatically for letting her know about the Muggle poet; Parvati quietly revealed that she has a boyfriend, but she has not yet decided whether to do it Lavender said, not even thinking about telling me who it was.

My eyes lit up, and I hurriedly wrote back to Parvati first, begging her to tell me and I promised not to tell anyone else.

Three full sheets of stationery were stuffed into one of Angelina's letters, and it turned out that she had been with Katie and Aaliyah all summer, and they were eagerly sharing interesting stories about their visit to the Tuthill Tornadoes.

Cedric did not write much in the letter. He only wrote a few short paragraphs of interesting stories about the summer vacation, and left a sentence "looking forward to your reply" at the end.I couldn't help but clenched my fists and knocked on the window sill, screaming excitedly, scaring the little squirrel away, and drawing horrified looks from Ron and Harry.

Alison sent a letter and a small package, she said last time I saw that I liked the limited edition fruity fragrance very much, so I specially grabbed a new bottle and gave it to me, as it was my birthday Gift.

I happily unwrapped the package, sprayed the fragrance lightly on my wrist, and the sweet and delicate scent immediately permeated my body.Ron sniffled and asked, "Mom is making fruit pie?"

When I had answered my letters one by one, the three of us went downstairs to join Fred and George, who formed an irregular Quidditch team, and had a good game; and I , due to poor flying skills, I could only ride tremblingly at low altitude on a spare broom.

What frustrates me the most is that Fred and George always like to fly in front of me and on both sides of me respectively, and then hit each other with Bludgers, then fly away close to my side, and then it seems that there are two more players in the field. Uncontrollable bludger-like rampage.

Because the sound of our playing was so loud, Percy opened the window and complained angrily: "Keep your voice down! There are still people studying here."

"Of course, President of the Reserve Boys," said Fred in a contrived voice, pretending he was doing a standard hat ceremony.

"We'll be quiet, we don't want to disturb the moment when you lose your hair for the future of the wizarding world." George also said politely, and then slapped the Bludger more vigorously.

Ron laughed out loud, but George slammed the Bludger at him, causing him to duck out of the way.Harry pressed his broomstick down and swooped down, flying towards me with a gust of wind: "Are you staying here for dinner tonight?"

Percy closed the window even more angrily, and I looked back at Harry: "I don't think so, I have to go home and eat."

Harry shrugged in disappointment, and asked again: "So what are your plans for your birthday?"

"I don't know. Maybe it's waiting for you to send me gifts in the morning, celebrating with my parents at noon, and then going out to play with Ed and the others in the afternoon." I thought about it, and I can only do this for my birthday during the summer vacation .

Harry paused, then said, "Then can you change your itinerary this afternoon? Come to The Burrow, we will celebrate your birthday with you. It happens to me that I can, and we can personally give you a gift."

It was a good idea, and I readily agreed to him.Harry smiled at me, reached out and grabbed my broomstick and took me to a higher place.My broom was not very stable, and I was so scared that I could only lower my body and half lie on it. After he let go of his hand, he flew around me like a little bee.

"Relax, Kelly. You're not going to fall." Harry flew up to my face again and said, "If you fall, I'll catch you."

I started to take a deep breath and carefully steered the broom the way he taught me.With the guidance of a good Quidditch player, I found that I flew more smoothly and less effort, and I was less afraid.

Time flies fast when I am happy, and when the sun is about to set, I reluctantly say goodbye to everyone.Mrs. Weasley was still trying to persuade me to stay for dinner; Percy had just come down the stairs to say goodbye to me.

The Weasley twins huddled together and winked at each other, and one of them ran to hug me and slapped me on the back; I coughed and said goodbye to Ron Harry, and I shook hands with Ron's little sister, Ginny. Let's do it.

When I emerged from the green smoke, Mom and Dad were already sitting at the dining table.I happily piled up a stack of letters and replies on the corner of the table, and my father looked at my back and said suddenly: "...Miss Tentacle Octopus?"

My body was stiff, and with the help of my mother, I changed my short sleeves and found that there were a few black words printed on my back, which were exactly what my father read out.What annoys me even more is that these words will still shine in the dark without the lights on!

Fred, George Weasley!I gritted my teeth and threw the clothes on the ground.