"Is there any open space around here?"
Anna was a little curious. This was the Wizard Business Street, where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold. How could there be any remote corners — "Overturn Alley?"
"Of course not!
I swear I've only been there with you once! "Fred hurriedly denied.
"Hey!
I didn't know you had been to Overturn Alley! "George protested." Why didn't you take me with you? "
"What's Overturn Alley?" Harry was not afraid of making a big deal out of it.
"It's not a good place," Fred changed the subject. "I mean we can go to our house — the Burrow!
There's a big open space there! "
The Burrow!
A house made of magic!
Very modern art style!
And Mrs. Weasley's exquisite cooking!
"I agree!" Anna raised her hand in agreement. "But how do we get there?
Go to the Broken Cauldron and use the floo powder now? "
"There's no need to go to the Broken Cauldron," George said mysteriously. "Do you remember the letter you wrote a few days ago, hoping my father could help you open the air network at home?"
Anna's eyes widened. "Did it work?"
"No, it can't be opened until you go to the Hogwarts," Fred pointed to the mural of the three bears on the wall. "But my father helped you open the air network — we can use the fireplace in the study!"
"Thank you so much!"
Harry followed the excited crowd in confusion, watching a huge portrait move away with the giggles of the little bears, pass a long staircase lit with candles, and finally come to the study — a room full of books.
The twins handed Harry a packet of powder with an inexplicable smile on their faces. They each grabbed a handful of powder and threw it into the fire in the fireplace, which turned green.
They shouted "To the Burrow!" and jumped into the green fire — "We will live forever in the fire!" These were their last words, and now they were gone.
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Harry held the flying broom in his hand and did not know what to say. The scene in front of him was magical, with a hint of excitement.
"Throw the powder into the fireplace. When you see the fire turn green, walk in and shout out where you want to go. Don't get it wrong!" Anna exhorted Harry. She put her hand to her forehead and said, "Throw the powder into the fireplace. When the fire turns green, walk in and shout out where you want to go.
Anna grabbed a handful of powder and threw it into the fireplace. "Let's go to the Shack!"
Just when Harry thought she would say no more, "— for glory!
Keep fighting! "Anna yelled at the top of her lungs, as if this was the last moment of the war.
Harry laughed foolishly for a moment, then grabbed a handful of floo powder and threw it into the fireplace. "To the Burrow!" he said to the empty room. "Today!
I will be reborn from the ashes! "
After Harry disappeared, Dudu, the house elf, opened the unlatched door and walked in with a strange expression. He muttered, "Bad Dudu!
Don't laugh, don't laugh at Miss Anna and her friends! "He began to sweep the dust in front of the fireplace.
Harry felt like he had just been squeezed out of a greasy pipe, and the strong push made him fall on the carpet — the soft red patterned carpet. He looked up. It was a fantastic and warm place, with gray brick walls, creaky wooden floors, a big beige sofa and a few lovely chairs.
The Weasley twins were pestering Anna, asking her what she said when she jumped into the fire. A big wooden radio was playing soft music, and Harry saw a needle and thread on the sofa knitting her own clothes.
Anna went over and pulled Harry up from the carpet — and noticed a strange clock by the fireplace.
On the clock, where numbers should have been, were written "home," "school," "work," "on the way," "missing," "hospital," "prison," and "fatal danger."
There were also nine hands, each engraved with a person's name. Anna found the Weasley twins on it — now the hands representing them were pointing to "home."
"Mom needs to know where we are." George came over. "She's always worried."
"This used to be our headshots," Fred pointed to the hands on the clock. "Now it's our names. I always think it's because mom can't tell George and me apart."
"Clang, clang, clang —" A loud sound came from upstairs. "Is your house being renovated?" Harry looked around at the magical furniture. He felt that the Weasley house was a big treasure trove.
"Oh, no, that's Mr. Ghoul who lives in the attic …"
"He's called a Ghoul?" Harry was surprised.
"No, he's a Ghoul." Fred took out three brooms from a small room. "These are our parents' brooms, and Charlie's old broom — our second brother. When he became the captain of Gryffindor Quidditch, dad rewarded him with a new Nimbus 1000. It was a big expense at the time."
"That's because Charlie was a ball seeker." A small red head popped up from the crooked wooden stairs. "When I become a Quidditch ball seeker, I'll have a new one too!"
"Oh, Mom's little baby Ronnie." Fred mischievously used Mrs. Weasley's name for Ron. "Don't think too much. It's very likely that you'll use our old broom."
"Hmph, that's what you say." Ron came down the stairs quickly in his slippers. "Didn't you go to Diagon Alley?
You were so secretive and didn't want to take me with you! "
Ron saw Anna, and Anna waved at him. His eyes widened. "You brought a girl home!
I'm going to tell Mom! "
"Come on, Ron." George pulled Harry over. "Your eyes will be blinded by the orange posters in your room sooner or later. How can you only see girls?"
"Oh!"
Ron glanced at Harry, as if he wanted to bicker with the twins, but was attracted by Harry's attire. "Your headscarf looks good!"
"Thank you!" Harry touched his headscarf nervously. "I think so too."
"The scar under his headscarf is even better," Fred interrupted. "Ronnie, guess who he is?"
"Hey!
Don't call me that! "
Ron slapped Fred in protest, although it didn't have any effect. "Do I know him?"
Ron leaned over to Harry and observed him carefully. Harry was about to say something, but Ron stopped him. "Don't say it!
Let me guess — did he win the Silver Silk Award — "
"No, that's an old man," George interrupted.
"I got it!
Could it be the one from the 'Weird Sisters' — "
"Not his son," Fred answered.
"Ah — then who else could it be?
It can't be Harry Potter, right? "
Ron looked at Harry and suddenly realized something. He pointed at Harry's red headscarf with trembling fingers. "Is there a scar under that?"
Harry untied his headscarf and smiled at him helplessly.
"He really is Harry Potter —" Ron shook George on the side. "The running dwarf demon!
He really is — "
"We already know. You're too excited, Ron!" Fred had forgotten that he almost screamed on the street when he first heard the news.
"What about this one?"
Ron leaned over to Anna. Fred grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and dragged him to a safe social distance. "Who is this girl?"
Ron looked at Anna carefully. "If you say she's the princess of the British Muggle royal family, I'll believe it!"
"Sorry to disappoint you." Anna really liked everyone in the Weasley family. "I'm Anna Lawrence, just an ordinary girl —"
"Anna —" Ron shouted. "You're the Anna who held a walking bat and fought with a black bear!" He stared at Anna in disbelief, as if he wanted to see something in her.
Then Ron began to sing, in a strange and rhythmic tone, "Great power hidden in the thin body — Long brown hair flying in beautiful arcs — Tight grip on the bat — Tight grip on the bat — Tight grip on the bat — One swing of the bat and the head of the black bear would split open — The great, brave, confident bear slayer Anna —"
"Pfft!" Harry laughed out loud, but he quickly covered his mouth.
"I don't even know when I came up with such a song of praise." Anna was crazily trying to hold back her laughter.
"This is Fred —" Ron's mouth was covered by Fred. "Heroic deeds have to be sung. I think we should go play Quidditch in the backyard. What do you say, George?"
"Yes, I'll go get the Ghostball. It's under the kitchen cabinet, right?"
George accurately understood his brother's meaning. He opened a wooden door and quickly walked into the kitchen. Soon he poked his head out. "I found it!
But where's Mom?
And Ginny? "
Fred had to let go of the struggling Ron and gave him an exaggerated smile as a warning.