Vol 2 Chapter 1106:

In fact, neither Harry nor Fanlin were very interested in Mr. Weasley’s work. In Ron’s words, it was what Dad liked, but it was a bit boring.
Fortunately, Mrs. Weasley also seemed to feel the fatigue of the two people. After a simple order, Fanlin led Harry to Fred and George's room.
Fred and George's bedroom is on the third floor. Mrs. Weasley pointed her wand toward the bedside lamp, and the lamp immediately turned on, and the pleasant golden light lit up the room.
I have to admit that this place is much better than the cold range of the Black Ancestral House, but in fact, as the Weasley brothers' room, although a large bottle of flowers has been placed on the table in front of the small window, their fragrance is still masked. There is no residual black powder smell.
A considerable part of the floor space was used to stack many unmarked sealed cartons, among them Harry’s boxes.
Now, this room looks like a temporary warehouse, and Fanlin has always felt that Fred and George did this. Fortunately, they have found a place that suits them, for example, Weasley The opening of the joke workshop is in the street of Diagon Alley...
Hedwig yelled happily at Harry from the top of the closet, and then flew out the window; Harry knew it had been waiting to see him before going out for food.
After saying goodnight to Mrs. Weasley, the two quickly put on their pajamas and got into one of the beds. Of course, surprises are essential, and Harry found something hard in his pillowcase. He fumbled for a while, and took out a purple candy at one end and yellow at the other end. He recognized that it was spitting candy. So he smiled, turned over, and fell asleep in a short while.
Only a few seconds later-at least Harry felt that way-he was awakened by the bang of a cannon.
Harry sat up straight and heard the sound of the curtains being opened: the dazzling sunlight pierced his eyes. So he covered his eyes with one hand and fumbled his glasses with the other desperately.
"What happened?"
"We didn't know that you were here!" said a loud, excited voice, and then he suddenly hit the top of his head. "Ron, don't hit him!"
A girl's voice reproached.
Harry's hand found the glasses and put them on, but he couldn't see anything under the bright light. A vague shadow dangled for a while; then he blinked and Ron Weasley leaped into his sight, grinning at him at the moment.
"Are you ok?"
"Can't get better." Harry rubbed the top of his head and fell back into the pillow. "How about you?"
"Not bad," Ron said, pulling a paper box and sitting down. "When did you arrive? Mom just told us."
"Me and Fanlin will be about one o'clock in the morning."
"How are the Muggles? Are you okay with you?"
"It's not the same as before," Harry said. "They don't talk to me much, but I think that's better. How about you, Hermione?"
"Oh, I'm fine," Hermione sat on the opposite bed, looking at Harry carefully, as if he was sick. He knew what Hermione meant, and she worried that she would have those nightmares about Voldemort again.
"What time is it now? Did I miss breakfast?"
"Don't worry, Mom will bring you a plate later; she thinks you are not getting enough," Ron said, rolling his eyes. "So, what happened?"
"Nothing. I've always stayed at my aunt and uncle's house, haven't I?"
"Let's come!" Ron said. "You walked with Dumbledore and Fanlin!"
"By the way, what did you two do?"
At this moment, Fanlin completely struggled to get up from the pillow. In fact, it was still hanging on Hermione’s shoulders with the assistance of Hermione, which made the girl a little embarrassed, but This emotion quickly transformed into an anger...
"Nothing exciting." Fanlin said with a yawn. "In fact, Dumbledore just wanted Harry and I to help him persuade an old professor to come back out of the mountain. His name is Hores Slughorn. Well, the dean of Slytherin, I believe we will see him in the school soon, a fairly interesting professor."
"Oh," Ron said disappointedly. "We thought--"
Hermione quickly threw a red card to Ron and sent off, and Ron immediately turned his head.
"We thought it was like that..."
"Really?" This made Harry amused. Obviously, Ron's idea was clear to him. The mission of the Order of the Phoenix had always been something he had always dreamed of participating in, but now, he seems to be qualified...
"Yes... yes, now Umbridge is gone, obviously we need a new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher again, don't we? So, uh, what does he look like?"
"He looks a bit like a walrus," Harry said. "It looks a little strange..."
"It's kind, but Ron, you might not like him too much." Fanlin said, thinking of Slug Club in Slughorn. "Oh, of course, as Dumbledore's professor at the same time, he was There is still no problem, Mrs. Weasley and the entire family of Sirius are his students."
"Student?" Hermione paused and pushed Fanlin away angrily, who then leaned forward with a sullen expression.
"Oh, yes... he taught a lot of people, that was the case during the time of Principal Armando." Fanlin said.
"That said, he also taught..." Hermione paused.
"What's the matter, what's the problem?" Harry asked in confusion.
"No, of course not! So, uh... Does Slughorn look like a good teacher?" Hermione thought about it, then gave up her previous thoughts.
"I don't know," Harry said. "It's not worse than Umbridge anyway, is it?"
"I know someone worse than Umbridge," a voice came from the door. Ron's sister walked in listlessly, looking a little irritable.
"Hello, Harry, Fanlin, you really woke up..."
"What's wrong with you?" Ron asked.
"It's all her," Ginny fell heavily on Harry's bed. "She is driving me crazy."
"What did she do this time?" Hermione asked sympathetically.
"It's the way she talked to me—you would almost think I was a three-year-old child!"
"I see," Hermione said in a low voice, "all she thinks about is herself."
Harry was surprised to hear Hermione talking about Mrs. Weasley like this, no wonder Ron was angry.
"Can't you two put her down for five seconds?"
"Oh, yeah, defend her," Ginny said sharply, "we all know you won't get tired of her."
This was a very strange evaluation of Ron's mother. Harry realized that he had made a mistake, and said, "Who are you talking about—?"
But he got the answer before he finished asking the question. The door to the room was opened again, and Harry instinctively yanked the quilt to his chin, so that Ginny slid from the bed to the floor.
A young woman was standing at the door. She had such a breathtaking beauty, as if the air in the room was not enough. She was slender and slender like a willow tree, and her long blond hair showed a dizzying silver brilliance. What makes this scene even more perfect is that she still has a plate full of breakfast in her hand.
"A (Ha) Lee," she greeted in a guttural voice, "Long time no see!"
She crossed the threshold and walked towards Harry, and Mrs. Weasley suddenly appeared behind her, looking angry.
"There is no need to bring up the plate, I am preparing to come by myself!"
"No problem," Fleur Delacour put the dinner plate on Harry's lap, then leaned over and kissed Harry on both cheeks: Harry felt the place she kissed hot. "I have always wanted to see you again. Do you remember my sister Gabriel? She always talks about Ali Potter. She will be very happy to see you again."
"Oh... is she here too?" Harry said hoarsely.
"No, no, silly boy," Furong let out a silver bell of laughter, "I mean next summer vacation, wait for us-don't you know anything?"
Her big blue eyes opened wider, and she looked at Mrs. Weasley reproachfully, and Mrs. Weasley said, "We haven't had time to tell him."
Fleur turned to Harry, and flicked her long silver waterfall hair just right across Mrs. Weasley's face.
"Bill and I are getting married!"
Fan Lin was a little helpless to block his face with his hands, and Furong was really straightforward enough.
"Oh," Harry said blankly. He couldn't help noticing that Mrs. Weasley, Hermione, and Ginny were resolutely avoiding their eyes.
"Wow. Uh-congratulations!"
She leaned down and kissed him again.
"Bill is very busy now and works very hard. I just do a part-time job at Gringotts just to improve my English, so he brought me here to live for a few days so that I can better understand his family. I heard that I'm so happy that you are coming-there is not much to do here, unless you like cooking and feeding chickens! Okay-enjoy your breakfast, Alli!" After speaking, she turned gracefully The body left the room as if floating, and gently closed the door behind him.
Mrs. Weasley made a voice, which sounded like "Shit!"
"Mom hates her," Ginny said quietly.
"I don't hate her!" Mrs. Weasley whispered angrily. "I just don't think they should get engaged so soon, that's it."
"They've known each other for a year," Ron stared at the closed door, looking a little weird, as if he was drunk.
"Well, that’s not a long time! I know why this happens, of course. It’s all because of the uncertainty brought by the return of the mysterious man. People feel that they might die tomorrow, so they rush to make all kinds of things that could be slow Slow decision. This is the same as when he was strong last time, there are elopers everywhere—"
"Including you and Dad," Ginny said mischievously. "Yes, but your father and I are a match made in heaven. What can we wait for?" Mrs. Weasley said. "On the other hand, Bill and Fleur... well... what do they have in common? He is a hard-working and down-to-earth person, but she is—"
"A cow," Ginny nodded, "but Bill is not so down-to-earth. He's a curse solver, right, he likes a little adventure and a little charm... I think that's what he likes The reason for the'floating pus'."
"Don't call Fleur like that, Ginny," Mrs. Weasley said harshly, while the rest of the irrelevant laughed.
"Well, I think it's better to do my thing...hurry up and eat the eggs, Harry." She looked worried when she left the room. Ron still seemed to be drunk; he tried to shake his head like a dog trying to shake the water out of his ears.
"She lives in the same house with you, are you not used to her yet?" Harry asked.
"This...you can," Ron said, "but if she pops up suddenly, like just now..."
"It's heart-stirring..." Hermione said sarcastically, and then stared at Fanlin closely. His previous attitude was not very satisfactory to Hermione, although there is still a period between them and Fleur in Egypt... To be precise, it was a fairly pleasant experience with Gabriel, but Fleur’s enthusiasm always made Hermione a little uncomfortable...
"Uh, you can't say that..." Ron said embarrassingly, as if being pricked by Hermione's words, at least in terms of choice, Ron and his brother Bill are still very consistent, although Fanlin has Now I don’t understand why two people hook up so quickly...
"Don't you want her to be by your side forever?" Ginny asked suspiciously.
Ron just shrugged. In this regard, he did not say more, rejecting Furong? Putting it on any boy shouldn't be a thing that can be resisted.
Ginny just snorted and continued.
"Mum will stop this if I can~EbookFREE.me~I dare to bet with anything."
"How does she want to stop them?" Harry asked.
"She has been trying to persuade Tonks to stay for dinner. I guess she wants Bill to fall in love with Tonks. I hope so too, and I prefer to keep her at home."
"Yeah, it works," Ron said sarcastically. "Listen, no sane guy will fall in love with Tonks while Fleur is around. I mean, Tonks is also good-if she doesn't do those stupid things to her hair and nose, but -"
"No matter how ugly she is, she is better than'pussy'," Ginny said.
"She's smarter, she's an Auror!" Hermione looked at Fanlin intently, and then helped.
"Furong is not stupid. She is smart enough to compete in the Triwizard Tournament," Harry said.
"Don't vent your breath with him!" Hermione said sarcastically.
"I think you must like to hear "Puss" calling you "Ali", don't you?" Ginny asked contemptuously.
"No," Harry hoped he didn't say anything just now, "I just said,'Pussy'-I mean, Fleur -"
"I prefer Tonks in our house," Ginny said. "At least she can bring laughter."
Suddenly, the scene was full of gunpowder. It was obvious that Harry and Ron were on the side of approval, and Ginny and Hermione...
Although it is said that Hermione had some contact with Fleur, in fact, if the two of them were not for Fanlin and Gabriel, they would not even be friends. Ginny and Hermione have been soaked together since childhood. Obviously, in terms of position, there is no suspense that can be argued, but what's worse is that there should be five people in the scene. No, Crookshanks are also counted...
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