Hogwarts Homecoming

Just a second before Ron said the names of these two young people, Harry had already guessed who they were, because when he just passed the living room, the magical wall clock represented the two young people The pointer also points to the 'home' location.

It was obviously not the first time Ron had made a joke at home, because both Charlie and Bill curled their lips, showing a bit helpless, but then their expressions returned to normal.

"How are you, Harry?"

The closest of the two brothers to Harry grinned and held out a large hand. Harry shook it, feeling his fingers calluses and blisters. It must be Charlie, who studied dragons in Romania.

Charlie was about the size of the twins, a little more loving, fatter, and acquainted than the bean-sprout-sized Percy and Ron. He had a broad, weather-beaten face like a good man, so heavily freckled that it looked almost brown-black. His arms were muscular, and on one arm was a large, shiny scar from a fire burn.

Bill shook Harry's hand too. Harry was somewhat surprised by Bill's appearance. Harry knew that he worked at Gringotts, and that he had been Head Boy at school. Harry for one thing thought Bill was a double of Percy, only a few years older, just as fussy about breaking the school rules and like giving orders to everyone around him.

Looking at it today, it's not like that at all, Bill looked... um, cool. He was the tallest of the brothers, with long hair pulled back in a ponytail, and an earring with what looked like a small fan hanging from his ear. A rock concert wouldn't look out of place either.

Honestly, it's impossible not to feel curious.

Harry had never dealt with Charlie and Bill, and his deepest impression on them was undoubtedly the stories he heard from Hagrid when Professor Brian was still an investigator.

He couldn't think of Bill and Charlie as wizards in the same grade as Professor Brian.

Although Charlie and Bill are the two oldest brothers in Ron's grade, and they have both grown up to work, their temperament is still that of a young man that Harry can understand, and Professor Bryan put him Putting it in front of Professor Dumbledore was calmer, and Harry never felt out of place.

"Well, if you're really curious, Harry—"

Bill knew what Harry was thinking from the look on his face. He tilted his head and looked a little distressed.

"After dinner I can find time to tell you what it's like for Amosta to go to school."

"It's really unbelievable--"

Bill's story has obviously been heard by Sirius. He thought about the temper of Amosta Bryan today, frowned and said,

"He actually swallowed his anger in Slytherin for five years before showing his true skills. If it were changed to today, those pure-blood wizard families with old traditions dared to trouble him, and he would definitely burn down their houses, shops, and workshops overnight. "

"That's not necessarily—" Remus couldn't help laughing, "If you have enough gold, he'd still be willing to talk to you."

"That's true!"

Sirius couldn't help laughing as he remembered the conversation he had had in Black's old house the night he was captured by Amostar.

Although there is Sirius now, Harry still has a special feeling for Professor Brayne. This kind of feeling is not easy to describe. Like Professor Lido, it is easy to gain the admiration of others.

Harry was eager to hear from Bill and Charlie what Professor Brian looked like when he was still a student at Hogwarts, but he was still holding Hedwig's cage in his hand, and his suitcase was still floating, and adhering to After exchanging pleasantries with Bill and Charlie, who were good-natured of the Weasley family, he, Ron and Hermione went to put boxes in Ron's room.

They had just turned the first turn of the stairs when there was a sudden bang in an upstairs room, nearly throwing Harry down the stairs.

Harry looked at Ron and Hermione, who looked normal, and blinked in confusion. Before he could ask why, a door on the platform on the second floor above suddenly opened, and a face stuck out from inside, with The eyes beside the horns, the expression is very impatient.

So Harry stopped the question and greeted the man,

"Hello, Percy--"

"Oh, hello, Harry!" Percy wasn't surprised or pleased by Harry's appearance, he was still staring up angrily,

"I don't know who's making the noise. You know, I'm working here--I've got a report for the office and there's been an accident and there's a lot of people running around on the stairs. , it’s hard for me to concentrate!”

"We didn't rumble around!"

Ron said angrily, "We're just walking normally, so sorry if we're disturbing the Ministry's top secret!"

There was another sudden bang, and Percy left Harry and rushed upstairs, slamming the door aggressively, while Ron rolled his eyes and stepped up again, leading Harry upstairs.

Ron's room was no different from Harry's last visit, still full of posters of Ron's favorite Quidditch team, the Chudley Cannons. There was a fish tank on the window sill, which used to hold frog eggs, but now it was indeed a frog about the same size as Neville's Rifle. Ron's old mouse, Scabbers, was gone, replaced by the little gray owl who had delivered Harry's letter to Privet Drive, and the piglet seemed very excited when he saw Hedwig hovering in the sky outside the window. , banging against the cage.

"Fred and George sleep with us at night because Bill and Charlie took their room," said Ron, after they had worked together to tuck Alley under the bed.

"Percy insists on having a room by himself because he has to work."

"What's the matter with Fred and George?" Harry sat on the edge of the bed panting, "They were the ones who caused the commotion just now?"

"It's been a summer vacation, and no one knows what they're doing."

Harry told Ron and Hermione what happened when he left the Dursleys earlier, and Ron and Hermione had completely different ideas about his behavior in helping the Dursleys out of trouble.

"You're wasting your time, Harry—"

Ron took out a pack of shortbread from the bedside table, opened it and divided some between Harry and Hermione, he chewed and looked at Harry with dissatisfaction, "You shouldn't stop the little Sirius, Harry, you should give those Muggles a taste of being locked in a cupboard, so they can really have a long memory."

"And then let Sirius go back to Azkaban for a while?"

Hermione said sarcastically,

"Don't forget, Ron, the Ministry of Magic will not spare any wizard who tortures Muggles with magic."

"That's not good—" Ron retorted, "Look at Malfoy's father and Snape, they're getting away with it!"

"If you insist on turning Sirius into a wizard like Lucius Malfoy, then I have nothing to say."

Harry was used to Hermione bickering with Ron, and Harry was familiar with how to stop them from arguing. He was going to tell them about his scars hurting during the summer vacation, but Ginny suddenly pushed the room away. Door.

"Hello, Harry, happy birthday to you-"

Ginny is Ron's little sister, and she has been obsessed with Harry since his first visit to the Burrow.

"Oh, thanks-"

Harry got up from the bed and smiled at Ginny.

Seeing his sister's flushed cheeks, Ron shrugged. He clenched the shortbread bag and threw it out the window, clapped his hands and said,

"Let's go, maybe we can go down and help them, I just saw Sirius and they are setting up your birthday dinner in the yard!"