Vol 2 Chapter 1143:

"So, Snape offered to help him? He did offer to help him?"
"If you ask again," Harry said, "I'll use this sprout bucket—"
"I'm just confirming!" Ron whispered. They were standing alone by the sink in the Burrow kitchen, cutting a mountain of sprouts for Mrs. Weasley. Snow was floating outside the window in front of them.
In fact, this made Harry somewhat reluctant. It would not feel good for anyone to repeat what he had said before, not to mention that Harry came to the Burrow at Dumbledore's request, and...
"Yes, Snape offered to help him!" Harry said impatiently. "He said that he promised Malfoy's mother to protect him, and he also made an unbreakable oath or something-Fanlin told me that he would die, and now it is certain that Snape is helping Malfoy, and Malfoy Doing things for Death Eaters."
"Oh, well, I still don't understand why this is." Ron said, and his work did not stop. "That's an unbreakable vow. When I was about five years old, Fred and George had I want me to make an unbreakable vow. I almost made them. I had already shook hands with Fred at the time, but my dad happened to find out. He was going crazy," Ron’s eyes flashed with nostalgia. "I've seen my father get angry like my mother this time. Fred's left has changed."
"Yeah, okay, don't worry about Fred's left butt—"
"Say it again?" Fred's voice said, and the twins walked into the kitchen. "Ah, George, look at this. They are using knives or something. God bless them."
"I will be 17 in more than two months," Ron said roughly, "and then I can do these things with magic!"
"But now," George sat down on the kitchen table, putting his feet on it, "we can appreciate you showing us how to use one correctly-oops."
"You killed it!" Ron said angrily, sucking his shaved thumb. "You wait until I turn 17—"
"You will use your magical talents that are still unknown to us, I'm sure," Fred said with a yawn.
"Speaking of magical talents that are still unknown, Ron," George said, "how did we hear from Ginny that you were with a young lady, she called—unless our information was wrong—ra Wende Brown?"
Ron's face turned a little red, but he didn't seem to be angry when he turned to face Sprout.
"Just be nosy."
"What a thorny answer!" Fred said. "I really don't know what you think. No, what we want to know is... how did this happen?"
"What do you mean?"
"What happened to her, or something else?"
"what?"
"Well, how did her brain get so damaged? Watch out, oh!" Mrs. Weasley happened to see Ron throwing the sprout knife at Fred when Mrs. Weasley entered the kitchen, and Fred waved lazily. Wave the magic wand and turn it into a paper airplane.
"Ron!" she said furiously, "don't let me see you throwing a knife again!"
"I won't," Ron said, "I'll let you see it again," he added in a very low voice, then turned to face the bunch of sprout mountains.
"Fred, George, I'm sorry, my dear, but Remus is coming over tonight, so Bill has to sleep with you two."
"No problem," George said.
"Also, since Charlie won't go home, Harry and Ron will live in the attic, and if Fleur can be with Ginny—"
"--Then Ginny's Christmas has passed--" Fred muttered.
"—Then everyone is comfortable. Okay, there is a bed anyway," Mrs. Weasley's voice sounded a little tired.
"So, Percy's ugly face must not appear, right?" Fred asked.
"No, I think it's because he is very busy, at the Ministry of Magic."
"Or because he is the biggest fool in the world—"
Fred said as Mrs. Weasley walked out of the kitchen. "The two must be one of them. Well, then George, let's go."
"What are you going to do?" Ron asked. "Can't you help us deal with this pile of sprouts? Just move the magic wand and we will be liberated."
"No! I don't think we would do that," Fred said seriously. "This thing can train people, learn not to use magic to cut sprouts, and let you realize how difficult it is for Muggles and dumb guns—"
"Also, if you want to ask for help from others, Ron," George threw the paper airplane to him, "you shouldn't throw knives at us. It's just a small piece of advice. Let's go to the village, there is a paper shop Very beautiful girl thinks my card trick is great...almost as real magic..."
"Asshole," Ron said gloomily, watching Fred and George walk out of the snow-covered yard, "it only takes them ten seconds, and we can go too."
"I can't go," Harry said frustratedly. He remembered what the vampire had told him at Slughorn's banquet. "I promised Dumbledore that I can't wander around here."
"Oh, yes," Ron said. After cutting a few more sprouts, he said, "Are you going to tell Dumbledore what happened between Snape and Malfoy?"
"Yes," Harry said ~EbookFREE.me~ I will tell anyone who can stop them, Dumbledore is the number one candidate. I might still talk to your father. "
"It's a pity that you didn't hear what Malfoy was doing."
"Fanlin said the same, but I can't hear it, can I? This is the most important thing, he doesn't even tell Snape." Harry said silently, as to what Malfoy wanted to do, although I have a clue, but it is still very difficult to actually grasp what.
After a moment of silence, Ron said, "Of course, you know what they would say? Dad, Dumbledore and all of them. They would say that Snape was not really helping Malfoy, he just wanted Know what Malfoy is thinking."
"Oh, of course." Harry said, "Hermione at first... I mean..."
Harry looked at Ron's face. Ron looked a little unnatural, but Ron didn't express much more.
"I mean, this is just a possibility, Fanlin told me about it, and it's very likely..." Harry opened his mouth, trying to tell Ron what the previous few people had analyzed.
What would Ron say?
A few of them are crazy, or Malfoy is crazy?
Of course, it is also possible that Harry has gone crazy. Anyway, this will not return any good results. With years of experience, Harry felt that Ron should not be embarrassed when neither Hermione nor Fanlin could give advice. Is better.
There are many people in the Burrow who can ask, such as Mr. Weasley, or is it Remus?
"What's wrong, what's most likely?"
"Malfoy..." Harry opened his mouth. "He may be destroying Hogwarts, acting as an internal response to the Death Eaters."
"Oh, didn't he do this all the time? It's nothing at all..."
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