The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Loren learned the art of transfiguration very well.

The magic power after many riots allowed him to easily open the closed wall panel of the fireplace and release the Weasleys and his son who were stacked together in the fireplace.

Considering that they might have to return the same way later, the fireplace was not sealed immediately after opening it. Fortunately, although there was a little dust inside, there was no black soot.

Mr. Weasley patted his gray linen coat with a smile, wiped his hands on the hem, and didn't care about the dirty right side of his face. He shook hands with Grandpa Bates and said hello, then stretched out his hand to Wendell:

"You are Mr. Granger. Nice to meet you. I am Arthur Weasley. We met once at the Leaky Cauldron..."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Weasley." Wendell shook his arms enthusiastically, even more enthusiastically than a patient with laterally impacted wisdom teeth - this kind of patient often means an expensive surgery, "This is my His wife, Monica.”

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Granger."

"Hello, Mr. Weasley." Monica smiled calmly and elegantly, "I'm really sorry that I made you trapped in the fireplace."

"Oh, I should say I'm sorry." Mr. Weasley looked back at the open fireplace, "It's all my fault. I didn't expect that we couldn't get out when we arrived at our destination..."

He leaned over and looked up and down at the wires and sockets next to the fireplace, and said: "You know, I took it upon myself to connect your fireplace to the Floo network. Strictly speaking, Muggle fireplaces should not be It's connected to the Internet, but I have a very useful acquaintance in the Floo network management team, and he helped me get it done. Don't worry, it's just this afternoon, we'll get it done for you when we get back."

"The Internet sounds the same as the Internet, but your network is even more magical." Wendell sighed in surprise.

Seeing that he seemed to be very interested in the floo network Arthur was talking about, Bates pulled him over and introduced it to Arthur, "Look, this is the socket you want to see. The wires inside lead to the distribution box outside. The electrical box is connected to the power station.”

"It's a wonderful idea to transport electricity here like this."

"Compared to this, I think it's more amazing that you can move freely through the fireplace. Can you tell me how you do it?"

"Of course! Normally we would light a fire in the fireplace, then grab a handful of floo powder and walk into the flames, calling out the destination... Is this an electric stove? Can you use it to boil water?"

"Yes!" Wendell took the opportunity to introduce, "When the current passes through the resistor, it will generate heat..."

Seeing his father immersed in his own world, chatting away from his children, Ron felt a little embarrassed. Faced with Loren's joking smile, he could only helplessly spread his hands.

"Looks like Hermione has a troublesome dad too."

"Sounds like they could talk all day."

George and Fred each sighed with emotion. The twins winked at Monica and said in a positive and tidy tone: "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Granger——"

"I'm George, George Weasley."

"I'm Fred, Fred Weasley."

Ron quickly added: "I am Ron, Ron Weasley."

Monica was amused by the self-introductions of the three brothers and shook hands with them in a serious manner: "Hello, the three Weasley brothers."

The twins' eyebrows jumped with joy. The lady seemed to regard them as adults. Fred immediately said proudly: "Oh, you may not know that we have more than three brothers in our family."

George kept nodding: "Yes, we have three brothers and a sister!"

Ron's face turned red, almost as red as his hair.

Monica said somewhat solemnly: "Your mother must be a gentle and strong woman."

“Tenderness is up for debate.”

"But it is indeed very powerful."

"..."

On one side was the academic exchange between Muggle electricity and wizard Floo Network, and on the other side was the laughter and homely conversation. Loren and Hermione stood silently by the fireplace, quietly raising their heads and looking at each other, the wordless communication flowing between their eyes.

Just, I feel like an outsider.

In the next hour, the usually quiet Granger house became more lively than ever due to the wizard's unconventional visit. Loren went next door to get drinks to entertain his classmates, and Monica prepared hot drinks for the three men who were having academic exchanges. Tea, although Mr. Weasley seemed more interested in the drink.

Loren and Hermione were holding Coke cans and sipping, their expressions relaxed and comfortable.

They found it interesting that compared to Bates and Wendell, Arthur acted more like an ordinary person who strayed into a fantasy world - he was very interested in all electrically charged mechanical objects, and pulled Bates and Wendell in the room. I looked around and stayed in front of the TV and VCR for a long time.

When the image was reflected on the screen and the sound came out of the tin box, Arthur was as surprised as a Muggle who had seen magic.

On the other side, Monica asked George and Fred about interesting things about the life of a family with many children. George and Fred fell in love with this drink after taking a sip of Coca-Cola. The dense bubbles made their tongues feel numb and itchy, and there was also a slight pain. It was so cool!

Ron smacked the taste of Coke and glanced at the furnishings in the room from time to time. The neatly arranged smooth floors, harmoniously colored wall paint, reflective tiles and spacious space. He felt that Muggles lived in a place where many of his wizarding relatives lived. The houses are all beautiful. I really don’t know why pure-blood wizards look down on Muggles.

Another glance at Loren and Hermione.

I have no other ideas except to refer to long treatises on the history of magic and potions.

This lively atmosphere lasted until the sun outside the window ignited the clouds, burning out a fiery red sunset. The red glow shone into the small building. Bates glanced at the wall clock, interrupting Wendell's explanation of the principles of electromagnetism. Narrator: "It's almost five o'clock. Let's go out for dinner. Arthur can just take a look at our restaurant."

"This is great -" Arthur paused in his happy cheers, glanced at the time on the wall clock, and his eyes widened instantly. He quickly stood up and muttered, "Oh no, no, no, I was so happy talking that I forgot the time." ...I forgot to ask the Dursleys to pick up Harry..."

"Sorry Bates, Arthur, Monica... we have to say goodbye, there is a poor child waiting for us." Arthur hurriedly greeted the children, "Loren, Hermione, please clean up quickly. Luggage, Harry must be waiting impatiently."

George, Fred and Ron's eyes widened and they exclaimed in unison: "Harry!"

With this shout, the originally lively and harmonious atmosphere immediately became anxious. When Loren and Hermione ran to pick up their empty suitcases, they heard Ron ask worriedly: "But Dad, how are we going to pick him up?" Leigh? Their fireplaces are all sealed..."

"You guys go back to the Burrow first, and I'll pick up Harry from the Dursleys' house."

When Loren came back from next door, he saw a strong flame already burning in the fireplace. It was crackling and burning brightly, like a bonfire that had been burning for several hours. It reflected a slight burn on everyone's cheeks. Human red light.

Ron, George and Fred stood next to the fireplace. Arthur stood facing the fire, his whole body was red, and Wendell observed the flames with interest.

Hermione was holding the suitcase in one hand and talking quietly to Monica, probably saying goodbye.

Bates walked over quietly, put his arm around his shoulder and patted him: "Regardless of whether you come back for Christmas or not, remember to write a letter."

"knew."

"Take care of Hermione."

"Do not worry."

Arthur took out a small bag with a drawstring from his pocket, opened it, pinched a little powder from it and threw it into the fire. The flames immediately turned green and the flames jumped higher than before.

"Fred, you go back first." Arthur said.

"Goodbye Mrs. Granger, Mr. Bates, and Mr. Granger." Fred turned around and waved to everyone, took a few steps forward, and walked straight into the flames, letting the bright green flames lick him. His flesh and tone said easily, "The Burrow!"

Mr. and Mrs. Bates and Granger watched this scene with a bright fire in their eyes.

The flames surged, completely engulfing Fred, and sparks flew. When the scattered sparks fell back into the fireplace, Fred was gone.

Next, George and Ron disappeared in the flames.

Finally, it was Loren and Hermione's turn. Arthur knew that it was their first time to use floo powder. Remembering Harry's mistake in Knockturn Alley in the second grade, he bent down and warned: "Relax, kids, just speak clearly." If you are clear, you will not go wrong. If you are worried about soot, put your elbows in and close your eyes, but remember not to move around, otherwise you may fall out from other furnace doors...

"Don't worry if you go to the wrong place, just stay there, I can find you."

Loren and Hermione nodded in agreement.

In fact, there is no need to worry so much. They already knew the location of the Burrow yesterday. There is no spatial forbidden spell there like Hogwarts. Even if there is an error in the Floo Network, they can still use Apparition to transfer there.

"I'll go first."

Loren pinched a handful of sparkling powder from Mr. Weasley's hand. Based on a quick glance and the feedback from his fingertips, he found that Floo powder was not a uniform powder, but also had some loose small lumps. It spreads out as soon as you twist it, like sweet potato flour.

He walked to the fireplace and threw the powder into the flames. The flames burst into flames, and a few bursts of flames jumped onto his face, but they were only warm and not scorching.

Walking into the flames, many small bright green light spots appeared in Loren's mind, like a map. The periphery of the map was relatively sparse, and there were several places near the middle that were denser. It was very strange.

Loren paused and shouted softly, "The Burrow!"

The green flames suddenly surged, and a strange pulling feeling came from the soles of his feet. He seemed to be spinning rapidly and being sucked into a certain passage. There was the roar of the wind beside his ears. Even with his eyes closed, he could see the green flames. Jumping around.

After a few seconds, feeling grounded again, I opened my eyes to see the identical big faces of George and Fred, grinning: "Welcome to the Burrow!"

Behind them were Ron and Ginny. Bill and Percy were nowhere to be seen, probably because they hadn't returned yet.

"Don't stand in front of the fireplace!"

A loud scolding voice came from behind. Mrs. Weasley, wearing a printed apron, came over, stretched out her hand to push aside George and Fred who were blocking the way, pulled Loren out of the fireplace, and gently patted the soot on his body. .

"My dear, don't get into their bad habits..." Molly was carrying the fumes from the kitchen, and Loren smelled kind of friendly. She muttered and complained: "I really don't know what they are doing. I I should pick you up instead of staying at home to deal with the freshly slaughtered chicken...a whole afternoon, that's a whole afternoon, how many people do I need to pick up to spend so much time..."

Loren defended Arthur in a low voice: "Don't blame them, Mrs. Weasley... Our fireplace is sealed, which delayed some time."

"Don't I know him well? He must have been fascinated by those Muggle electrical appliances and lost track of time..." Molly pulled Hermione out of the fireplace, who appeared behind her, and patted the soot off her body, her tone not sounding like a roar at all. The twins said in a low voice, "You're back just in time, my dear, go wash your hands, we're going to have dinner."

"Good evening, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione whispered.

This contrasting tenderness always made Loren and Hermione lower their voices unconsciously, and they subconsciously became well-behaved in front of Molly.

The Weasley children led them to the sink to wash their hands and clean the soot on their clothes.

"We're all bad boys in her eyes," Fred muttered. "Only Percy is the model..."

George's eyes rolled, he leaned into his ear and began to whisper something, and a strange smile gradually appeared on their faces.

Ginny grabbed Hermione and wouldn't let go. The two girls were also whispering, saying things that the boys couldn't hear.

On the way through the living room and past the kitchen, Loren looked at this house that belonged to a wizard.

There are three layers of books stacked on the mantelpiece, full of magic books. The most obvious signs of reading are: "Magic for Your Cheese", "The Magic of Baking Bread", and "Conjure a Feast".

Loren was very interested in these books.

The living room, which is not spacious, is filled with various things, but it is neat and orderly and not messy.

There is a strange clock on the wall. There are no numerical scales on the dial. Instead, the locations are marked "Home", "School", "Lost" and "Ministry of Magic". There is also a red area that says "Danger to Life". The hands are not hours, minutes and seconds, but nine golden hands with the names of the Weasley family members written on them.

At this moment, most of the hands are stacked together and point to the "home" scale, and Arthur's pointer is in an unmarked area.

There is also a wall clock on the opposite wall. There is only one needle on it without numbers. The clock has words such as "make tea", "feed the chickens", "you are going to be late".

The restaurant is small and quite crowded. The dining table is a clean wooden table with a few chairs neatly placed around it.

It's very magical, but also very life-like.