twins of hp

They were back in the living room again, it was the day before Christmas, Mrs Weasley was busy getting ready for the next day, and Tonks was helping her.Ron and Harry are playing something called war chess.Rely on the dice to decide how many steps the opponent takes, and both sides can set traps in the middle. Whoever reaches the end in the end is the winner.

Hermione and Ginny sat and watched.In the dining room, Mad-Eye chatted with Lupine and Mundungus.Mrs. Weasley has always disliked Mundungus, and his petty theft made her very disdainful, but because the holiday was coming, she had to swallow her dissatisfaction.

Fred and George came down the stairs. They had finally stopped apparating from time to time, probably tired of this game of appearing suddenly in front of others. "Fred, George! Come peel potatoes!" Mrs. Weasley yelled at them.

"Why us?" Fred asked dissatisfied.

"Sounds like a house-elf thing!" George snapped.

"Ron and Ginny aren't busy!" Fred said again.

"Are we the only two with arms?" George frowned.

"Now you know how miserable house-elves are?" Hermione added.

Ron rolled his eyes when he heard that, "Oh, don't talk about your vomiting anymore!" He was worried now, he fell into Harry's two traps in a row, and his chess piece would stop for four rounds, unable to move a single move .

"Let me do it! Molly." Tonks waved his wand vigorously.

"Oh, don't..." Mrs. Weasley tried to stop her in horror. Tonks was warm-hearted, but always messy.Just now when she said she wanted to help, Mrs. Weasley didn't dare to use her, she just politely asked her to pass things.

A whirlwind blew past, and the potatoes seemed to be pressed into a machine gun, shooting in all directions.Lupine, Mad-Eye and Mundungus hurriedly escaped with their heads in their hands.Through the large glass on the wall, they could clearly see their embarrassment.Everyone else was laughing outside.Mrs. Weasley looked like she wanted to be angry but had to hold back.Now the kitchen has been shot into a mess.

Nancy and Blake saw this scene as soon as they entered.Tonks was scrambling to pick up potatoes, but when she straightened up, she knocked over the pot behind her again.Mrs. Weasley rolled her eyes at the ceiling with her hips akimbo.

Finally, with the help of several other wizards, the kitchen was cleaned up by magic.

After lunch, Mad-Eye and Lupine lead the way to see Mr. Weasley.Mad-Eye got his hands on an old magically modified Chevrolet Silver SS similar to the Weasleys.

They were in St. Mungo's in no time, and one by one they pretended not to go through the windows of the mannequins.

Nancy once came to St. Mungo's when she was a child, and she stabbed a Brazilian cactus tree with Snape's wand, and although she covered her head and face, she was still pierced like a hedgehog.Those spikes were long and short, and some were so thin that the naked eye couldn't see them clearly, but they could be felt by touching them with hands, so they had to be taken out in the hospital.

This place is no different from my childhood memories, but because Christmas is coming soon, there are festive decorations everywhere.

They came to Mr. Weasley's hospital bed, and Mrs. Weasley handed him the lunch box, which contained roast chicken legs and some corn cakes.He looks fine.After the family had talked, he began to eat quietly.Fred secretly gestured to Nancy to get out.

Mrs. Weasley watched his movements.She smiled meaningfully.Her own son she knew all too well.He has taken a fancy to the girl from the Potter family.He had been courting Nancy secretly all summer, thinking no one else could see.Wherever Nancy was, he could be found.Talking to him several times, he was looking at each other in a daze.

In her eyes, she almost died laughing.Fred was good at everything except emotionally.He is so careful that he is still unable to cross the boundary of friends.This is not good, it seems that he still has a lot to suffer.Of course she was very satisfied with Nancy.It would be even better if Harry could go back to her house too!Mrs. Weasley thought to himself.

They left the ward and walked towards the elevator.There were a lot of people along the way, some visiting family or friends, and some sick people who had some magical accident on Christmas Eve.

"Have you ever been to Portobello Street?" asked Fred.A man with antlers on his head walked past them with a sad face.

"No." Nancy shook her head.He couldn't help looking back at the poor man, "I've only been to Diagon Alley." Because Snape didn't like shopping.

"Really?" Fred was a little surprised, "I thought girls like to go shopping." He began to hesitate whether this suggestion was correct.

"I like it very much, but I don't have a chance." Nancy said calmly.

"Then I'll take you to more interesting places in the future." Fred scratched his head and said.

They came out of St. Mungo's and walked down the road and down a side street to a block.Here is a very ordinary sculpture of a fisherman carrying a string of fish about his own size.Fred poked the fisherman with his wand while no one was looking.Immediately, the fisherman turned his body slightly as if he had come alive, and a gap was formed between his back and the fish, allowing only one person to pass sideways.Fredella got Nancy into it.The gap closed again.Muggles turned a blind eye to all this, as if they hadn't noticed.

Portobello was originally a small fishing village, and it still maintains the original street posture. There are many small shops with different characteristics and restaurants at different prices throughout the street.The most famous one is the Witch Fountain in the street square.All that is sprayed is red wine, which can be drunk by passers-by.Around that fountain there were always drunk people wobbling and yelling at passers-by.

"The wine is not very good." Fred commented, pulling Nancy away from them. "Guess how many people's saliva is in that fountain? I think it must taste good!" He chuckled.

"Have you tasted it?" Nancy asked deliberately.

"I've tried it. Go and taste it, it's delicious." Fred said seriously. "It is said that if you drink this wine fountain, your wish will come true. If you don't have a wish, just drinking a little will bring you good luck. Otherwise, why do so many people drink it? The prototype of the Witch Fountain is Isis, who is in charge of fine wine and good luck The God of Wishes. It is said that she was in this place when she fell, and the Ministry of Magic sent a large number of scholars here to conduct research. This is the only spring in the world where wine gushes out. You know, these are real wines. It's not made by magic."

"Really?" Nancy almost believed it.She looked back at the fountain.There are a lot of people chanting words while clasping fingers.

Fred laughed, "I'm lying to you! The last person who believed this and actually drank it was Percy. We told him he could enter the Ministry of Magic if he drank this! Eh?" He suddenly withdrew his smile, "He really entered The Ministry of Magic. So would you like to have a bite?"

Nancy was so angry that he laughed, "If I don't drink, how much do you have to say to me?"

"One more thing," Fred said with a smile, "the key to getting out of this street is to drink a sip of fountain wine. The witch will spin out the exit back to the Muggle world."

"I don't believe it!" said Nancy.

"Then you can't go back today. Let's stay here together! I won't let you wait for me to get the door out, and then take the opportunity to sneak in." Fred said with a smile.

"Stingy! Just go and have a drink!" Nancy looked at him and said.

"Slytherins will get double blessings if they drink it, and the witch graduated from that academy." Fred said nonsense seriously.

"A fool would believe you! What would I do twice? Open the door wider?" Nancy replied with a smile.I feel like all the worries that have been accumulated in my heart have been swept away.

Seeing her happy expression, Fred slightly curled the corners of his mouth.

They visited some handicraft shops.Also visited a wand museum.There are many wands of deceased famous people on display here.Nancy likes David Woodman's wand best, (he wrote "The Origin of White Witchcraft") dark blue water fine wood, the wand core is the tail feather of a Garuda.In the translucent magic wand, a shadow is revealed.The whole wand feels magical.

They also had ice cream cones, fruity eggs, sprinkled with colorful five-pointed jellybeans.Just like this, while eating, strolling along the street, commenting on whose window is the most beautiful.The winter sun shone thinly on them, not as dazzling as in summer, but there was a unique tranquility and gentleness.Finally they stopped at a street corner when they were attracted by a very punk decorated window.This is a magic tattoo parlor.

"Want to go in?" Fred asked with a smile.

Nancy remembered talking to him at school about putting a pattern on the back of his hand.She nodded and walked in dispensable.

The store is not big, but has two floors.Against the wall is a long low cabinet with metal bottles of many colors on it.There are many drawings on the four walls, including flowers and birds, totems and portraits of people.

While Nancy and Fred were looking around, a middle-aged man suddenly came down from upstairs. "It seems that you haven't selected a pattern yet, do you need my recommendation?"

Nancy and Fred looked at him in awe.As long as the exposed skin is all tattooed, including fingers, neck, and face.

"We'd like to get a tattoo on the back of the hand, do you have any recommendations?" Fred asked.

"Tattoo a couple pattern? It's very popular now. Or the name of the other party, so you can miss it." The tattoo artist said with a smile, "My name is Mike Grant. You can call me Mike, everyone calls me that." He walked over.

"So, Mike, we're not a couple, at least not yet." Fred's ears were a little red, but he felt the need to make it clear, "We just want to cover the scars on our hands, no need to exaggerate Kind of."