[HP] Hogwarts students

It happened to be a sunny day on my birthday.Dad prepared a satchel for me, and my mother handed over the double-layer cake she bought to me.

"Are you sure you don't want us to go with you?" Dad asked worriedly, "It just so happens that I can also talk about work with Arthur."

My mother comforted him while helping me braid my hair: "Kelly is 12 years old, I think she is ready to celebrate her birthday independently. Besides, I believe Molly will take good care of these little devils."

Mum and Mrs. Weasley had become good friends since my last visit to the Burrow, often writing to each other and exchanging life lessons and spells over the fireplace.Last time Mrs Weasley just poked her head out of the fireplace and it gave me a fright.

My birthday presents from Lavender and Parvati are piled up in the room, and I plan to unpack them when I get back from The Burrow.Dad gave me a series of 5 books this year. The name of the series is "Being an Independent Witch", and the name of the first book is "Why I Don't Need a Boyfriend".

And my mother's gift was more in line with my wishes. She gave me a very popular Muggle skirt.The whole body of the skirt is white and has a light silk texture, and some small petals are piled up on the corners of the skirt and fall above the knees. I put it on immediately after receiving it.

I came to the Burrow through the fireplace with my big bags and small bags. When I took the first step, I heard a few loud salutes, and flowers and stars were falling on me.

When the smoke cleared, I saw Harry and Ron standing next to me with a colorful salute, and Hermione stepped forward, giggling, and placed the plastic tiara on my head.

The twins set off the Ferrebar fireworks, and the red and blue starlight rushed all over the kitchen, blackening the ceiling and walls; Percy showed his face and left, and Ginny hid behind the twins, Happy birthday to me softly.

"Fred! I said earlier, don't set off that fireworks!" Mrs. Weasley complained from outside the door, and her son replied, "It wasn't me, Mom, it was George who set it off." And she Another of his sons said, "It wasn't me, it was Fred."

While I was hugging everyone excitedly, Mrs. Weasley came in from outside the door singing Happy Birthday. She was pushing a small cart with a huge butter cake on top of which was made of chocolate. The appearance of my wand is 100% restored!

First Ginny joins in the singing, then Harry, Hermione, Ron, the twins.The whole kitchen was filled with the happy birthday song, my eyes were red, and a complex and touching emotion spread in my chest, warm and excited.

It's not that I haven't received birthday surprises, I'm just more touched by the way they have gone to great lengths for my birthday.

They're best best friends, I thought as I wiped my tears.All the things they brought were piled up under their dining table.

"Honey, you have to smile happily on your birthday." Mrs. Weasley said softly, while Hermione and Ginny nodded vigorously beside her: "Yes! And you are really beautiful today! "

When it came time to share the cake, Mrs. Weasley cut a huge piece for me, and even moved the chocolate wand to my plate.

The fly in the ointment is that I was gratefully preparing to sit down to eat when someone slipped a weird cushion under my seat and when I sat on it it made fart noises and incessant dry Vomit.

"Pfft!" Both Harry and Ron covered their mouths and began to giggle. Hermione looked at the twins helplessly, while Mrs. Weasley was more straightforward: she simply hit the two of them on the head with the wooden spoon in her hand.

I shrugged my shoulders and moved my body naturally again. While enjoying the cake happily, I sat on the cushion and made disgusting fart noises. Now it's their turn to eat.

"Oh." I suddenly remembered, "I also brought a cake. But I bought it at the store, and I didn't make it with my heart."

Mrs. Weasley smiled and said, "It's okay, dear. There are so many people here, and one cake really isn't enough for them." Ron, who was absorbed in eating, raised his hand in agreement.

"I've heard what Harry said." Hermione sat down next to me with a plate, "When you called last time, our whole family went to the zoo. I'm sorry."

I stuffed my mouth full of bacon sandwiches, which taste good if I ask you: "It's all right, Hermione. As long as you don't blame me for replying to my letter too late."

I don't know who started it first, someone opened the cake I brought, and then grabbed a big handful of cream and spread it all over my face. I recognized a red-haired person running away from the crevice of the cream.So I grabbed a handful of the cream too, grabbed Ron and rubbed it on his face.

"Hey! I didn't do it!" Ron exclaimed, rubbing the cream on Hermione as he struggled.Hermione froze, laughed and screamed and rushed forward to get entangled with Ron; Ginny giggled and ran after her brothers; Harry was caught by me and smeared cream on his head, and now his hair has turned gray. It's black and white.

Percy came downstairs to ask us to calm down. Our movement had almost shattered the entire Burrow, but Fred and George quickly grabbed his arms. During Percy's struggle, Ginny took a plate The cream was poured all over him.

Mrs. Weasley slipped out at some point, leaving us rascals to wreck her kitchen. "Hey! We have to clean up the kitchen in a while!" I yelled, and everyone agreed to me, and then threw snow-white cream at me at the same time.

By the time we're done with the cake fight, everyone's turned into little snowmen, except that the "snow" that covers them is all cream.Everyone was ordered upstairs by Mrs Weasley to wash themselves, and Hermione and I were taken to Ginny's bedroom.

Unlike Ron's bedroom, although the space here is not large, it looks very warm and lovely. The shelves are full of old cloth dolls and some old Quidditch ornaments.

"Kelly, I want to ask..." Ginny came to me shyly with a blushing face, "The story of the Sorcerer's Stone is the story of Harry Potter defeating the You-Know-Who again, you know? "

"Oh, Ginny." Hermione couldn't help smiling and shaking her head as she changed her clothes, "If you really care so much, why don't you just ask Harry?"

Ginny was almost fuming with embarrassment. She rubbed the hem of her clothes and shook her head vigorously: "No, no..."

"Or you could ask Ron," I suggested. "After all, he was involved in the whole thing, and he's your brother."

By the way, it suddenly occurred to me that Ron has a lot of brothers and sisters in his family. Maybe I should ask him and Fred George if they have any tips for getting along with their younger siblings.

"I don't want to ask him." Ginny shook her head again, calming down a little, "He always likes to exaggerate his own parts, not saying that's bad, but..."

"It's just what you want to hear, not just his parts, is it?" Hermione continued, her words making Ginny shy again.

After changing clothes and getting off, we started to clean up the messy kitchen again. Ron complained: "Obviously Mom can clean it up!" But Hermione shook her head disapprovingly: "After we get dirty, we should let it go!" Let's clean it up."

Both Harry and I were assigned to the rag group. The rags here seem to have a mouth. When we wipe the tabletop, they will make whining noises, especially when we rub a little harder to remove the oil stains. Will yell: "It hurts me to death!"

"Are you happy today?" Harry asked, looking at me out of the corner of his eye as he tiptoed to wipe the butter off the kitchen shelf.

I nodded vigorously, and the smile on my face never stopped: "Of course I am happy. This is the happiest and happiest birthday I have ever had."

Harry also laughed, and I could see that he had a much more relaxed life at the Burrow than at the Dursleys' house. Dobby's appearance made him terrified for a while, and now it seems that he is also in the same mood. much better.

We were dragged to play cards by Fred and George in the middle of cleaning. There were several packs of explosive cards on the long table that had been wiped clean. Sour lollipops or black pepper urchins.

I don’t know if it’s Fred and George cheating, or they really have twin feelings. In short, the two of them teamed up and beat each of us several times. Ron was the most pitiful one: his face was completely blown It was black, and the tongue was burned through a hole by the sour lollipop.

"I'm your brother!" Ron complained vaguely.

"That's why we only let you eat sour lollipops." Fred laughed, and George was busy dodging the flames that spewed from Hermione's nostrils.

And I took a sip of the sherbet drink, floating in mid-air like a feather at this time, in order to prevent me from being blown away by the wind, Harry specially tied a rope to my ankle, and he pulled Looking at the other end.

"Kelly, are you free next Wednesday? How about we go to Diagon Alley to buy textbooks?" Hermione finally finished spraying the fire, and when she spoke, she spit out black smoke from her mouth.

I shook my head, and suddenly realized that she couldn't see, so I could only say, "I've already written a letter at home, Lihen Bookstore will send it to us according to the textbook list."

"This year's Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher must be a fan of Gilderoy Lockhart." George grumbled. He had enough of this author with a bright smile. "His books are not cheap."

"Oh, yes." Hermione was a little shy and expectant, "Mrs. Weasley lent me a few of his books. They are very well written...very good!"

Ron and Harry glanced at each other quickly, Harry looked up at me, then quickly lowered his head with a blushing face: "Um... Kelly, have you read any books by this author?"

I realized something, covered my skirts with my hands and dangled to the corner of the kitchen: "No, but my mother met him, and he has a good reputation in the Magic Writers Association. It is said that he is a Nice guy to get along with."

And he is really handsome. I silently thought in my heart that he should be a very powerful adventurer, just like Aunt Eva. It is very promising to study his books in the second grade.