Fred and George finally apologized to Mrs. Weasley and made some promises. This is of course not because they deeply realized their 'mistakes' and decided to change their ways, but because Remus made an additional requirement when he reached an agreement with them.
But no matter what, the atmosphere in this family has improved a lot.
On the first night, the sky over the village of Ottery St. Cachipol was still a clear blue, and the stars were obscured by the moonlight. Under the bright moonlight, the cool evening breeze wandered in the endless wilderness, and the knee-high green grass swayed with the breeze. The figure is like the undulating waves.
Even though he had lived here for more than half a month, Harry was still attracted by the leisurely and pleasant scenery in front of him. He stood at the window and watched this scene for a long time, until Hermione and Ginny came back from their run and left. After entering the courtyard, he slowly withdrew his gaze.
The room was a mess. Harry and Ron's summer homework and clothes and shoes were scattered everywhere. Ron was trying to pack his luggage. Although it was still some time before school started, they were not sure how long the Quidditch World Cup would be held. If it goes on for a whole week like last time, it will be too late to do these things by then.
"They're back."
Harry carefully folded the Gryffindor uniform into squares and said casually.
"Who?" Ron, who was dazed, didn't react for a moment. It took him a few seconds to realize who Harry was talking about.
"It's so boring--"
Ron crumpled several pairs of socks into a ball and stuffed them into the box, with a sad expression on his face.
"I don't understand why they do this during the summer."
"Because Professor Blaine's order is that you need to run and exercise for half an hour every day." Harry said, "Hermione is the teaching assistant for this course. She must hope that she will be the best in this course."
"That's why I'm bored. I don't understand what good training in running and dodging dung eggs can do. Yes, Professor Blaine is indeed good. There is no doubt that he is a powerful guy, but here's the problem. Harry, he is great. People are always a little weird, like Dumbledore."
Harry didn't answer.
Ron's statement is not very accurate. Most of the young wizards who insist on this course have seen the value of their current training. Professor Blaine asked them to hide from the big dung eggs, probably because he wanted them to avoid magic spells when facing attacks. He can also hide easily.
Ron had given up on the course and had been unhappy for a few days, probably because Fred and George had received a large investment.
Ron is always very sensitive when it comes to money-related issues. Harry and Hermione both know this, but this should not be criticized. Think about it, if they were in Ron's position, say Maybe even more easily stimulated than Ron.
But neither Harry nor Hermione knew how to persuade Ron, so every time they encountered this situation, Harry and Hermione would change the subject or shut up.
"Your progress is really slow."
After a while, the door to the room suddenly opened and Hermione walked in.
She seemed to have just come out of the bathroom, her hair was wet, and Hermione was wiping it with a wet towel.
Hermione was wearing a new sky blue pajamas with white lace cuffs. Perhaps because she had grown taller during these days at the Weasley's house, Hermione's white ankles were exposed. Air outside. After entering the room, she looked around, then jumped over the box Ron placed on the floor, sat beside Harry's bed, and concentrated on wiping her hair.
There was suddenly a faint fragrance in the air in the room, and even the light seemed a little brighter.
Ron's face suddenly became a little strange, his eyes averted, and he lowered his head to fiddle with the clothes that had been sorted in the box.
"You've packed it up, Hermione?"
Harry pulled the suppressed robe out from under Hermione's buttocks, shook it in the air, and stuffed it into the box.
"While you were trying to find out from Sirius and Remus this afternoon what exactly is going to happen at Hogwarts next term, I went to clean it up."
"Oh, why aren't you curious at all?"
Ron's cheeks were no longer so red after he had calmed down a little, but he still didn't dare to look at Hermione. So, he walked to the desk to put away his homework and looked at Hermione sideways.
"Percy spent the whole summer trying to tease us into asking about this, but when we did ask, he cited the Ministry of Magic's rules. But I don't think there is any need to keep it secret, right? In this house I’m afraid it’s just the three of us who don’t know.”
"Ginny doesn't know either. I asked her, and Ginny didn't find out from Fred or George."
Hermione stretched her waist, and the girl's body, which had already grown first, became more energetic due to continuous exercise, like a flower in bud.
"If they were willing to tell us, they would have told us a long time ago, Ron." Hermione said casually, "I'm more curious about who the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor will be next year. Sirius was originally going to tell us, but then we discussed it. Harry's scar, Sirius forgot about it."
"If it hadn't been for that stupid thing done by Parkinson's nasty cow." Harry shouted indignantly, "Sirius would still be the professor of this course!"
"That's a good thing for him, man--"
Ron seemed unable to bear the hot air in the room. He walked to the open window and took a few deep breaths.
"Quirrell, Lockhart and Remus, look at the unfortunate experiences of all of them. Professor Blaine is the only exception, but you can't compare with him. No one can see how capable he is. At least. , Sirius is still safe now, he has not been sent to Azkaban or St. Mungo's, and he can still be alive and well and go to the World Cup with us, which is good enough."
It had to be said that Ron was quite insightful sometimes. After thinking about it carefully, Harry felt that he really had nothing to complain about.
"No matter who is going to teach this course, I just hope that he will not be Voldemort's minion——"
Harry said worriedly.
"What makes you think that, Harry?"
Ron, who was born in a wizarding family and grew up in the wizarding world, still has a violent reaction to the word "Voldemort" even today. Every time he hears it, he gasps as if someone had poured ice water on his neck in the dead of winter. Gasping and shivering. Hermione, who also grew up in the Muggle world, was much better. However, after hearing Harry say this, she still straightened her upper body in surprise and opened her mouth in surprise.
"Sirius and Remus came to me before and told me that I was not allowed to sneak into the Forbidden Forest this semester, and that I was not allowed to sneak into Hogsmeade through the secret passage when it was not open--"
Harry said gloomily,
"My dream must have made them think that Voldemort was planning some conspiracy, and this conspiracy is most likely related to me."
"But you have to admit that it's a possibility, isn't it? Harry, I think Sirius and Remus are right, we have to be a little more cautious. And Professor Blaine's PE class, you have to do it too Start training again, at least if you encounter any danger, this can increase your probability of escape!"
Hermione said seriously.
"Oh, you're being unfounded, Hermione."
Ron turned away from the window and said disapprovingly
"Even if the mysterious man is really plotting something against you, Harry, it's impossible for him to rush into Hogwarts, right? I would like to see how he plans to do it under the noses of Principal Dumbledore and Professor Blaine. Kidnap you."
"Mysterious Man is not only powerful with his magic power, Ron,"
Hermione glared dissatisfiedly,
"He is also a master of conspiracy. The book "Major Magical Events of the Twentieth Century" tells many cases. The mysterious man easily brought the Ministry of Magic to the brink of collapse and made the entire wizarding world panic. Of course, I didn't want to Harry reminds you to live your life on tenterhooks, but at least you have to heed Sirius and Remus' advice, Harry."
"Okay, tomorrow is the World Cup. Don't make everyone nervous about this kind of thing at this time, Hermione."
Ron glanced at Hermione, and then, as if his eyes were burned, he left Hermione's upper body in her thin pajamas.
"Oh, it's so hot in the room, Harry!"
Ron gasped and stumbled towards the door.
"I have to take a shower. Mom said we have to get up at five o'clock tomorrow morning and go on the road. We'd better go to bed early."
With that said, he left the room as if fleeing.
"Is it hot?"
Harry pulled his thoughts away from the dream, glanced at the window that was sending gusts of cool breeze into the room, and looked at Hermione with a slightly dazed look, whose face was indeed a little red.
"oh--"
Hermione shrank up a little guilty,
"Hmm, maybe. Then"
Hermione lifted up her air-dried hair and hurried towards the door.
"Go to bed early, Harry, good night--"
(End of chapter)
