days at Hogwarts

Chapter 419 The Innocent Twins (Page 12)

The Burrow Garden.

The sun was still shining brightly in early August. Fortunately, the scorching heat of midsummer was blocked by the hills and woods surrounding the village, so the sun was not scorching, and it felt warm and comfortable on the body.

Charlie was leaning on the stone by the pond and reading the predictions and strength analysis of the Quidditch finals in the Daily Prophet. When he thought of the disastrous defeat of all three British representative teams, he couldn't help but complain: "It's so embarrassing! "

"what?"

Fred turned to look at him. He and George were discussing how to improve the fake wand.

"I said this Quidditch World Cup, we are so embarrassed." Charlie said with a sad face, "The England team lost to the Transylvania team, ten to three hundred and ninety, and the Wales team lost to Uganda, Scotland were beaten badly by Luxembourg...what a terrible performance."

George waved his hand: "Oh, that was a month ago, Charlie, want to be more open."

"That's right..." Fred agreed, "Think on the bright side, so they can prepare for the next Quidditch World Cup in advance, right?"

"And even if they advance successfully, they will be eliminated by the Irish team. The Irish team's lineup this year is too strong. They defeated the Peruvian team in the semi-finals."

"Do you think Ireland can win the title, Fred?"

"It's a no-brainer."

"But the Bulgarian team has Viktor Krum."

"Krum is good, but he is only one person. The Irish team has seven good players."

"..."

Both teams that can enter the finals have the possibility of winning, and boys at this age are as stubborn as a running Gorgon. The three brothers soon started arguing about which team would win in the end, and no one could be convinced. who.

Not far away from them, Ron carefully looked up around the garden to see if everyone in his family was busy chatting, and then asked Harry in a very soft voice: "You said... your scar is acting up again." , you still dreamed that Voldemort killed a Muggle?"

Loren and Hermione looked up, then listened carefully to Harry's story.

"Yes, in a very old house. As before, he seemed to have some plot against me, but I didn't hear a specific plan."

Harry paused. He actually felt that he shouldn't tell them about last night's dream when he was so happy and content now. He didn't want them to worry.

"Has Dumbledore replied to your letter?" Hermione asked quietly, "You had a dream about Voldemort last time."

"It's been many days and there's still no news..." Harry said sullenly, "Dumbledore probably thinks I'm just a kid and doesn't need to tell me too many things."

This sounds a bit complaining...

Loren glanced at him and suddenly asked: "Did you practice your Occlumency during the holidays? You don't need a wand for this."

Harry was stunned for a moment and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

Loren said softly: "I think this is the reason why Dumbledore didn't reply. As I said before, you can see information about Voldemort, and he may also see information about you... Now I know that he is planning something about Dumbledore will not tell you the relevant information about your conspiracy."

Harry's brows knitted together.

Occlumency.

Occlumency again.

He didn't believe that he couldn't learn it, so he started practicing this afternoon. Loren and Hermione happened to be there, and he asked them to be professors.

Not far away, Charlie and the twins were having a heated argument, but Charlie soon discovered that he could not defeat George and Fred alone, especially the two younger brothers who were even more annoying than Peeves.

He clenched his fists, resisted the urge to argue with body language, tilted his head, and shouted to the opposite side: "Harry, Ron, tell me, who will win between the Irish team and the Bulgarian team?"

When Ron heard this, he couldn't sit still. He stood up and pulled Harry over to him: "Of course it's the Bulgarian team!"

Harry thought about it carefully——

Well, let's start practicing tomorrow.

……

"Hermione, have you ever considered changing your hairstyle?"

"Just tell me how you want your hair to be."

"How about twintails?"

"No." Hermione opened her mouth and yawned. She had been thinking about which runes to use last night, and she kept thinking about going to bed very late. Loren's birthday was only two days away, and she planned to start making it as soon as possible. "Double The ponytail hangs dangling on both sides and can easily get in the way."

Loren smacked his lips with pity: "How nice are the twin tails..."

"I think short hair is best. It's easy to take care of and it won't get in the way."

After realizing that the hair tie was wrapped, Hermione leaned her upper body back and leaned against him lazily, suppressing the hand that was playing with her hair. "Mrs. Weasley said that if you feel bored, you can go play in the paddock on the mountain. , but Ginny and I don’t want to go, what about you boys?”

"Harry and Ron are going, Charlie, George and Fred, I don't know about the others." Loren squeezed her shoulder, which was thin but not without any flesh and soft, "yesterday I said we were going I have to hurry up and practice Occlumency, but I feel that it is difficult to come to the Burrow as a guest during the summer vacation... I struggled for a long time, and finally decided to practice it after school starts."

Hermione frowned and tilted her head, wanting to persuade Harry, but she also felt that it was really rare to be a guest at the Burrow during the summer vacation, and the Weasley family were very kind to Harry, so they really shouldn't refuse their kindness.

"What about you, do you want to go to the mountains to play?"

"Don't want to go, they just want to go to the paddock for a two-person Quidditch match, and I want to stay in the garden and bask in the sun."

"Ok?"

"Charlie and Ron supported the Bulgarian team, but George and Fred supported the Irish team, and ultimately they decided to use Quidditch to determine who had the right point."

"What?" Hermione didn't understand.

"Whoever wins will show who understands Quidditch better..." Loren spread his hands, and he couldn't explain the logic. "George and Fred are on a team, Charlie and Ron are on a team, and Harry is in charge. Be the referee.”

"..."

The paddock is on a hill next to Stoat Mountain. There are trees everywhere and will not be seen by people in the village below. However, real Quidditch balls cannot be used. If they accidentally fly into the village, then Can't tell clearly.

Ron's old Meteor was too slow and would even be left behind by butterflies on the roadside, so he had to borrow Harry's Nimbus 2000.

After breakfast, Percy and Arthur went out to work together. Harry, Ron, Charlie, George and Fred winked and carried their broomsticks up the mountain.

Bill kept the old furniture at home to help Molly deal with the old furniture that was cleared out of the utility room. Many of the items were from more than ten years ago, and were even older than Percy. Only Bill could help identify them.

Hermione and Ginny were in their rooms, no one knew what they were doing.

Sneaky and mysterious.

The square-shaped mithril containing magic power was placed motionless in a small copper crucible. With the continuous output of powerful flame spells, the metallic color on the mithril gradually turned red until the entire piece was covered with red light. Mithril, the edges and corners on the cube gradually softened and melted, and could no longer maintain their shape.