aircannonsinc Chapter 277 Actually It's Like This
Chapter 277 Actually It's Like This
I named the little owl that Sirius gave me "Toto".
Because its gray, slightly chubby body looks a bit like Toro in a certain animation (although the size is completely different). There is a saying on the Internet that Toro's prototype is actually an owl.
Toto seemed to have just left his parents not long ago. His feathers were still soft and he couldn't fly very well.
The old owls Errol, Percy's Hermes, and Harry's Hedwig were not the kind of people who would bully the weak. But for safety reasons, I discussed with Charlie and decided to keep Toto's birdcage in the small room in my suitcase until he learned to fly.
Toto is very curious. Whenever I let him out of the cage, he would make a "coo coo" sound, flap his not very flexible wings, and jump after me.
However, after two weeks, it was able to fly freely. It could not only recognize its own name, but also knew who its owner was. Since then, except for the occasional evening walk (or should I say "loose air"?), Toto's fixed position is on my shoulder, sometimes even on my head.
After talking about how I got this pet a year in advance, I think everyone would like to know a question, especially those who have read or watched "Chamber of Secrets".
Yes, the question is - did Dobby come to see Harry?
Although I don't remember the exact timeline, in the "original" Dobby came into contact with Harry around his birthday, right? Well, it was Dobby, right? Not Toby, right?
After Harry's birthday party, I had planned to ask him if he had received any letters, since no owl had delivered them to him. However, Harry was so excited to meet his long-lost guardian and have such a grand birthday party for the first time that he fell asleep at the end of the party, so I had to give up this plan.
Thinking I'd ask him tomorrow morning, I watched Charlie help Harry away and helped clean up the aftermath of the party.
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The party ended hastily at a little after 10pm, after Harry fell asleep (by the way, my gift to Harry was a quill case made from an old leather bag for repairing and cleaning charms).
After a day of running around, my first visit to the Muggle world since my reincarnation, and the fun at the party, I really didn't want to wait for my turn to take a shower, so I took a quick shower in the bathroom in my suitcase cabin.
Our Weasley family's house looks like an irregular building spliced together from the outside, which is quite strange (it looks strange from the inside as well). But I want to say that although it looks small from the outside, it is not actually narrow (although it is still a bit crowded for our tall and strong family members).
The second floor and above are the rooms for my parents and my brothers and sisters. Although our family is a large family and not well off financially, we are a wizard family after all, so it is not difficult to expand or enlarge the rooms through magic.
Every time the parents have a child, they add a room.
So, in reality, each of us siblings had our own room (except Fred and George, who insisted on living together and using one room as a bedroom and the other as a laboratory and storage area for our prank props).
Although we rarely have guests at our house, we do have a guest room.
This room was built when my parents were first married (shortly before the Dark Ages came into full swing) and is located up the stairs on the second floor.
By the way, my parents' bedroom, the guest bedroom, and Bill's room were all on the second floor. Charlie, Patsy, and the twins' rooms were on the third floor, and Ginny and I had rooms on the fourth floor.
Our toilet and bathroom are both on the first floor, so I have to go downstairs when I get up at night. Although I can also use the toilet in the suitcase room, I still need to go downstairs, and tonight I am worried that Toto will make noises in the birdcage, so I decided to go downstairs, after all, I am more familiar with the toilet at home.
After using the bathroom, when I was about to return to my room and walked to the stairs from the second floor to the third floor, I suddenly heard a sharp and piercing voice, which did not sound like the voice of my parents or Harry.
(Um……?)
I was a little drowsy at the time and had completely forgotten about Dobby, but the sharp sound still came faintly, and I paused for a moment, and suddenly remembered that maybe I should knock on the door of Harry's guest room to see what happened.
"Harry?"
I knocked on the door gently, and considering it was late at night, I was very restrained in my knocking. The faint scream stopped instantly, replaced by a crisp "pop" sound, and then the room became silent.
"…Roni?"
It was Harry, who quietly opened the door alone.
"Harry, who were you talking to?"
Or more precisely, was there someone else in the room just now?
I asked as Harry whispered for me to come in and pulled me into the room.
"Ronnie, listen to me... Dobby came to see me just now! He said I was in danger and told me not to go back to Hogwarts! And the failure to deliver the letter was also Dobby's fault!!!"
"Wait a minute, Harry. Calm down. I don't understand."
Harry was very excited. Although he spoke in a low voice considering the late night, his words were still a little incoherent due to his excitement. If I didn't have the memory of the "original" (although it was already very vague), I'm afraid I couldn't understand what he was saying at all. Upon closer inspection, Harry was holding a stack of letters we sent by owl.
"Oh, sorry, actually it's like this..."