Everyday Players at Hogwarts.

Chapter 258 Floo Network

Harry had actually anticipated that today's lunch might not be as relaxing as usual.

After all, Sirius had said he was coming to pick him up.

But even so, Harry didn't expect it to be this serious.

This time lunch was also in the garden, and the table was filled with roast chicken, pies, salads, cakes, juice, roast potatoes, fried sausages, and the tempting onion soup.

However, faced with the sumptuous meal, even Ron sat obediently in his seat, not daring to take a bite.

Fred and George were perhaps so serious for the first time in their lives, unsmiling, with their eyes staring blankly into the void. This was the first time that people felt that - except for the hair, they looked very similar to Percy.

Ginny looked at Harry from time to time, as if she wanted to see through him.

Percy, who always showed off his prefect badge with his chest puffed out, also took it off honestly.

Draco seemed afraid to breathe, and his pale face was even more bloodless than usual.

Even the gnomes in the garden were silent.

A goblin lying down next to a peony with a funny expression gave them the best warning.

While Mrs. Weasley was waiting for Sirius, the poor noisy goblin was hit by Mrs. Weasley's petrification attack.

Mr. Weasley looked at his watch from time to time to check the time.

No, maybe only Kreacher felt somewhat at ease.

He held a piece of bread with resentment - the only thing he was willing to accept.

And take a few bites from time to time, like chewing a piece of eraser.

Harry wiggled his hips uncomfortably. Although he understood Mrs. Weasley's feelings, he couldn't help but think, "Why are they out at 11 o'clock and waiting here when it's not even noon yet?"

Harry looked up at the sky from time to time; he knew Sirius had a flying motorcycle, as Mr. Weasley had mentioned before when he was talking about his creations.

It seems that Hagrid also has one.

Although it was rude to think so, Harry couldn't imagine a motorcycle that Hagrid could sit on.

However, everything seemed different from what Harry thought.

Kreacher turned suddenly, as if there was something bad in the Burrow.

It's Sirius!
He walked out of the Burrow!
"Arthur, why is dinner so early?"

"I see the time is only 11:. I have already set out half an hour early, so how come I am still late?" Sirius laughed heartily.

He sat in the seat that Mr. Weasley had specially reserved for him on the left.

"Mm, onion soup! Molly's specialty!" Sirius drank it without hesitation.

It was as if Mrs. Weasley, next to Mr. Weasley to his right, did not exist.

Mr. Weasley made a strange noise first, then he rubbed his thigh calmly, "Sirius, here, some good wine sent by my colleague from the International Department."

"Is this vodka?" Sirius sniffed.

"The alcohol content of this wine is not high, you see, it's just like water." Mr. Weasley said stupidly.

"No, I'm going to pick up Harry and the others to my house today." Sirius waved his hand.

"You came here via Floo Network, so what's a little drink?" Mr. Weasley advised according to the way he had agreed with Mrs. Weasley, "If you don't drink, you're looking down on me." "There's a saying in the Muggle world, don't drink and drive, don't drive after drinking."

"And the same is true when traveling using the Floo Network. You must clearly and accurately state where you want to go, otherwise you may end up at the wrong destination," Sirius refused.

"Sirius, the Floo Network has been in use for almost three hundred years. I think you are worrying too much." Mrs. Weasley spoke personally. Mr. Weasley on the side looked relieved. He tried hard to squeeze out a confused expression and ate the pie absent-mindedly.

"No, Molly."

"Remember the Diliman massacre in 1855? The witch Violet Diliman had a quarrel with her husband Albert, and she was choking and hiccuping. Therefore, she used the Floo Network to go to her mother's house in this state and disappeared into thin air."

"Poor Albert never saw his wife again until his death, and he never used the Floo Network again," said Sirius.

This well-reasoned rebuttal even made Mr. Weasley give a thumbs up.

Looking at Mrs. Weasley, who was obviously suppressing her anger, Harry felt that no matter where they stayed tonight, Mr. Weasley would probably have a hard time.

"Sirius, you may not know the sequel to this story."

"Violet didn't disappear. She was simply mistakenly transported to the fireplace of a handsome wizard living in Bury St. Edmunds. His name is Myron Ozerhouse."

"Myron fell in love with Violet at first sight, even though she had tears and ashes on her face."

"Finally, they lived happily together and had seven children."

"The same number of children as Arthur and I have."

"What a coincidence, they are distant relatives of Arthur and I." Mrs. Weasley suppressed her anger and retorted with good reason.

This made Ron forget to continue eating for a short while, and if the last piece of chicken pie hadn't been about to be taken away by Draco, he would probably have been immersed in the story.

"What about poor Albert?" Sirius couldn't help asking, he even forgot that he was debating with Mrs. Weasley whether to drink and then use the Floo Network.

"He, just like in your story, died alone and never used the Floo Network again."

"Violet didn't reappear until after he died," said Mrs. Weasley.

"So this story tells us that we must speak clearly when using the Floo Network, especially don't drink." Sirius said suddenly, then turned to Harry and showed him a bright smile, "Harry, be careful when you use it later."

"You know, there are many wizarding families who want to adopt you."

"In this way, you and your dear godfather will have to separate." Sirius emphasized the word "godfather", as if he meant something.

Harry didn't dare to say anything. He lowered his head and started eating his salad.

Because he understood that Mrs. Weasley no longer had any reason to get Sirius drunk.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, a large crowd of people gathered in front of the fireplace in the Weasley family's kitchen.

"Harry, you need to be careful and remember to speak clearly."

"You can shout outside first, and then jump into the fire immediately."

"This can avoid the influence of ash and heat." Sirius took out a bag of shiny powder from his pocket, picked up a handful, and threw the powder into the flame.

With a whoosh, the fire turned green and rose higher than Fred.

He walked right into the fire and yelled "Number 12, Grimmauld Place!"

It was gone in the blink of an eye.

(End of this chapter)