"Oh~~Harry, I feel like I've written a hundred invitation letters. You should have agreed earlier, but it's great that you can come."
Ron was complaining and excited at the same time. In his opinion, Harry was the person who cared about and valued him the most.
"Hey, don't complain. I've explained it to you many times." Harry put his arm around Ron's shoulders. "Come on, show me your home. It's so interesting here."
"You won't feel like this if you live here all the time. You will only feel that the space is a little tight." Ron muttered, but still led Harry to visit his house.
Looking at all the novel things next to him, Harry listened with interest to Ron's introduction to their functions or origins.
But why were he and Ron alone in the house?
"Where are George and Fred? And Percy? Are they repairing the roof up there?"
Harry turned on the three-link mode, and every room they passed was quiet, except for strange knocking sounds coming from above.
"Oh, the people banging in the attic are ghouls. You wouldn't think that wizards would use hammers and nails to repair roofs, right?"
Ron replied casually, with Harry and big-mouthed Dean, he had learned a lot about Muggle things in one school year, but some of them were different from what his father told him.
"Knowing you were coming, Mum asked Fred and George to clean up the garden. My sister Ginny was there too." Ron said and stood next to a doorway, which was his den.
"Bill went out in the morning, and Percy has been mysterious since the holidays. Even I rarely see him."
Ron opened the peeling paint door and walked in first, followed closely by Harry.
The room was small, and the sloping ceiling made it look cramped, but the orange-yellow pictures covering the walls, the bed, and the ceiling made the place not gloomy.
"It looks very impressive." Harry praised as he looked at the players who were waving happily.
During this time, Vernon taught the boy some speaking skills. He knew that his nephew's speech was not very pleasant, but this was exactly what he was good at.
For the younger generation who have to leave home for a long time at a young age, it is natural to give them more advice while they are still at home.
Sure enough, Ron was very happy to hear Harry praise his favorite player.
"Haha, they're cool, aren't they. These are the Chudley Cannons, my favorite Quidditch team."
Ron began to talk endlessly about the history of the team and the players. Harry had never known that he was so eloquent.
Unfortunately, rather than worshiping others, Harry preferred to go on the field and win. He soon lost interest in Ron's story and began to look around at the furnishings in the room.
There was a large fish tank behind Ron, but it was mostly covered by him, so you couldn't see what was in it. Instead, Scabbers was lazily basking in the sun there, and you could even hear the snoring of the fat mouse when Ron was breathing back his breath. .
Many books were scattered in the corners of the room, most of which were textbooks they had only used in the previous school year.
Seeing these, Harry quickly turned his eyes to the side - probably no Gryffindor student wanted to see these things during the holidays.
Except Hermione.
It was the comic book next to it that aroused Harry's interest, "The Adventures of Mad Muggle Martin Miggs", and Ron read about them more than once.
You can borrow it after the birthday party and compare whether cartoons or moving comic strips are more interesting.
However, animation seems to refer to moving comic books?
Harry's eyes lit up. Aini once said that magic and technology are not incompatible. It really makes sense.
Technology can animate comic strips, and magic can do the same.
In the Muggle world, reducing resistance can increase speed. Maybe you can try it in the wizarding world.
Aini, who was a guest, was suddenly startled. He had just received a piece of white wool inexplicably. Judging from the properties, it was probably contributed by Harry, but he had not contacted him recently.
Could it be said that the lambs have now learned how to strategy themselves?
Professor Scamander took a sip of tea happily. Life will always reveal its gentle side to you inadvertently.
Ani was very happy, and Harry was equally happy, but Ron looked at his friend with some worry. What was wrong with that silly, distracted look on his face?
"...Harry!"
Suddenly being called out of his reverie by Ron, Harry was about to share his idea with his friends when a shout came from the window.
"Hey, Ronnie, what were you shouting just now? Is it Harry?"
George shouted in the garden. Ron's scream just now was so loud that it was heard downstairs.
Ron covered his face, it was so bad that he called his nickname in front of Harry again.
Harry didn't pay much attention to it. The twins had yelled at him many times in school, and that wasn't the only one.
The boy looked past Ron and down from the window into a hedged garden.
I don't know if it was George or Fred who was looking at him, but the other one threw something far away.
"I've just arrived. Fred, George, do you need help?"
Harry leaned out again and saw a little girl wearing a pink plaid top against the wall.
"ah!"
The moment she saw Harry, the girl covered her face and ran away.
Oops!
Is he so scary? !
"Hahahaha~~" The unscrupulous brother in the garden laughed, seeming to find the scene just now extremely interesting.
"Oh, Harry, how do you feel about scaring away your little crush?" Fred chuckled, and George beside him whistled in response.
Harry quickly pulled back, the twins' laughter making him a little distracted.
Suppressing the idea of asking the two of them about the situation just now, Harry looked at his friends beside him in confusion.
What he saw was an angry and scrutinizing gaze.
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What did you do to my sister before! ! !
"Uh, Ron. I don't even know what happened, but we were always together."
Harry was helpless. Wasn't he the one who needed an explanation most now?
He thought that apart from being a little thinner, he was still handsome and stylish. How could he scare away little girls?
Hermione didn't react like this when she saw him for the first time.
Harry paused for a moment. Could it be because he thought of Hermione too many times today? Why did I seem to hear her voice just now?
After looking at Ron, the boy noticed that this time his friend had the same confusion on his face.
The two looked at each other and found that they heard the little witch's voice again, and it was louder than before.
Ignoring Ginny's unusual behavior, the two of them hurried downstairs.
When they arrived on the first floor, they found that the originally empty living room had become fuller.
The eldest brother, who had left in the morning, was talking to Ernie on the sidelines, while Mr. Weasley was chatting happily with Hermione and seemed to get along well with each other.
Speaking of pleasure, Arthur wished he could take Hermione to visit his secret workshop right now, but when he heard the sound of pots and spatulas clashing in the kitchen, he immediately gave up the idea.
After the two stepped into the living room, everyone looked at them.
The little witch's somewhat pale face also had a smile as pure as a clear spring.
"Harry, happy birthday!"
