Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 245 As long as you are not Dumbledore's favorite student

Not to mention the Weasley twins' ambitions, they had found an organization in the Black family, because Sirius obviously regarded them as the best candidates to inherit his and James's aspirations.

Anyway, Sirius had nothing to do recently and was in the window period waiting for the notice to go to work, so he poured out all the wonderful ideas he had come up with with James and Lupin to the twins without reservation.

"These are some of the little gadgets we made." Sirius poured out a bunch of brand new little things from a box that had been cast with a traceless extension charm. "You can give it a try. After all, our fantastic ideas - let's put it this way, they do have some merit."

"Without a doubt." The Weasley twins looked at the cluttered little things in front of them with shining eyes. "We are a little regretful now - regret that we were born more than ten years late... If I could go to school with you, I think Gryffindor would be more interesting."

"So are there enough points to be deducted from Gryffindor?"

Hermione's voice came from the gate. Yes, she also came to the Black mansion for vacation.

"It's okay. We don't have to win the College Cup." Fred whistled at George. "Don't you agree? George? We've had enough of this kind of life."

"Hahahaha..." Sirius laughed and clapped his hands.

George picked up an exquisite little pin, examined it carefully, and suddenly said to Fred, "Look, Fred, there's 'Predator' on it? This name looks so familiar... Have I heard it somewhere before?"

"I remember now!" Fred slapped his thigh. "Remember that map? The Marauder's Map? Isn't it written 'Marauder' on the title page?"

After Fred's reminder, George also remembered.

"Oh, I remember that map." George chuckled. "God knows we were often scolded by that map. When we didn't know what to do, Moony Face often said I was a little troublemaker, and Padfoot always said you were impolite, right?"

"He's not polite!" Fred retorted, "But they are really geniuses... They can make a map like that. I bet they must be students of Hogwarts."

"Fred! George!" Hermione said suddenly, "These two people - you know them!"

"We know each other?" Fred and George asked in unison, and then turned their heads and said in unison: "Miss Granger, we all know that you are a know-it-all, but you also know this... Isn't it a bit too scary?"

"What's so scary about this?" Hermione rolled her eyes. "Oh my God, those two taught you Defense Against the Dark Arts class - Moony Face is Professor Lupin, and Padfoot is Sirius Black. Don't you know that?"

The news was so shocking that the twins were stunned.

They could never have imagined that the "idol" they had never had the chance to meet was actually so far away and yet so close at hand.

"Are you telling the truth?" Fred was the first to react. He asked repeatedly, "Is Mr. Black really Padfoot? Is Professor Lupin really Moony?! Merlin's stinkiest socks, please tell me this is true!"

"Of course." Sirius held the door frame with one hand and struck a very handsome pose. "I am Padfoot - we formed the Marauders with Harry's father, and the one with the prongs was James...James Potter."

Sirius was visibly pleased when James was mentioned.

"That's really cool!" Fred whistled and asked, "So the question is, who is Wormtail?"

"It was Peter Pettigrew." Sirius answered directly without any taboos: "As you can see, he betrayed us--"

"Sorry," the twins said in unison.

"There's nothing to be sorry about. After all, it has been a mouse in your house for so many years." Sirius chuckled twice.

When the Weasley twins mentioned the rat named Scabbers at home, their faces looked as ugly as if they had eaten shit.

but……

Unlike Ron, they did not sleep with the mouse in their arms. Their biggest hobby was to do all kinds of experiments on the mouse.

"We actually miss it quite a bit," Fred said with some nostalgia. "Whenever we had a brilliant idea, we would always steal it from Percy or Ron and use it to experiment... We discovered at that time that this thing had a very strong vitality, but later we found out that it was not a rat, but an Animagus."

"Then I have to thank you." Sirius said seriously, "Thank you for helping me punish this guy when you were free."

"Oh, you mean to thank me." Ron said from the side, "You don't know, for a while, Scabbers - that bastard would scream and run away whenever he heard the two of them. Apparently it left him with a big psychological trauma."

Sirius and the twins laughed even more happily when they heard Ron's words.

"Mum even bought a cat for this." George continued, "The cat was very ugly, with a big ginger face, and its name was Crookshanks - but Mum liked it very much, I don't know why."

"Maybe it's because the cat looks like you." Ron began to verbally attack his two brothers.

"Maybe." Fred and George shrugged.

Life at the Black mansion was pretty good, except that there were always explosions coming from the twins' room, and sometimes screams coming from Harry's room.

Everyone was not used to it at first, but after a while everyone got used to it.

There was a long list of orders in the twins' room, all of which were recently received from various classmates.

They lived a very free life at the Black house, without their mother suddenly coming to check on them and burn all their order forms.

About half a month later, one morning, Mr. Weasley came to the Black family home.

"Welcome, Arthur." Sirius and Mr. Weasley gave each other a big hug. "It's really nice to meet you - have you eaten?"

"We have eaten," said Mr. Weasley. "We have to go buy tickets. Remember our appointment? I have already spoken to Ludo Bagman about this."

"Will he sell it to us?" asked Sirius.

"Don't worry, Sirius," said Mr. Weasley gently. "Ludo and I are on good terms. I like him quite a bit, and he's a good friend - I once did him a small favour: his brother got into some trouble - a lawnmower had developed a lot of special powers - and I sorted the whole thing out."

"So that's how it is." Sirius nodded.

They left in a hurry and hurried back.

"It looks like you have a good harvest?" Hermione asked, looking up.

"We've booked a first-class box." Sirius said with a smile, "Don't worry, it's big enough to accommodate all of us - even if there are twice as many people, it's enough... Maybe I can invite Dumbledore to watch the game together? Oh, and Professor McGonagall, she loves Quidditch the best." "Are you sure Professor McGonagall wants to see you?" Harry mercilessly exposed his godfather.

"You must be joking!" Sirius said indignantly, "I am Professor McGonagall's favorite student, haha!"

Harry thought, okay, as long as you are not Dumbledore's favorite student - otherwise, there is a pervert from Austria who will show you what a black hand is.

"The day after tomorrow is the day of the Quidditch match." Sirius said again, "Let's pack up and leave from the Black mansion together. Arthur, you can let the children and Molly gather here. There are plenty of rooms for them to stay in the house."

There is nothing wrong with this. After all, the Black mansion violated the regulations by using the Traceless Extension Charm, and the space inside is not even inferior to that of a large castle.

"Okay." Mr. Weasley put the ticket back into his pocket. "I'll go get them over right away... Of course, Ludo said they can also arrange tents for us, which solves a big problem..."

tent?

No one took Mr. Weasley's words lightly. After all, after seeing Professor Scamander's tent, everyone had a new understanding of tents.

At noon, the Weasleys emerged from the fireplace carrying large and small bags.

The first to come out were Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. They quickly adapted and hugged Sirius respectively.

Next came Ginny and Percy. Percy was wearing a pair of horn-shaped glasses and was obviously a little reluctant. He had a stack of papers in his hand and it seemed that he had not finished something.

At the end, there were two red-haired men whom Harry had never seen before, but he could guess that they must be the eldest and second sons of the Weasley family - Bill and Charlie.

"How are you, Harry?"

The brother closest to Harry grinned and held out a heavy hand.

Harry reached out and shook it, feeling calluses and blisters on his fingers.

This must be Charlie, he was studying dragons in Romania, that's why it's so rough.

Charlie was about the same size as the twins, but a bit shorter, fatter and stockier than the bean sprout-like Percy and Ron.

He had a broad, weather-beaten face like a good-looking man, and was dotted with freckles so densely that it looked almost brown.

His arms were muscular, and on one of them there was a large, shiny scar from a fire burn.

Bill also came over and shook hands with Harry with a smile.

Bill's appearance was somewhat surprising; Harry knew that he worked at Gringotts, the wizarding bank, and had been the Head Boy of the Hogwarts School Student Union when he was in school.

Because of his position as Student Union President, Harry always thought that Bill was a replica of Percy, just a few years older, who also made a fuss about breaking school rules and liked to give orders to everyone around him.

When I saw it today, I realized that was not the case. Bill looked - there is no other word to describe it - very "cool", and looked very punk.

He was tall, with long hair tied into a ponytail at the back of his head, and an earring with something like a small fan hanging on it.

Bill's clothes would not look out of place at a rock concert, but Harry noticed that his boots were made of dragon hide instead of cowhide.

Temperamentally, Bill was closer to Sirius before the Potters' incident.

"We finally meet, Harry." Bill also held Harry's hand. "Thank you for taking care of Ron. You know? He can even knock me down in a duel."

"It was a sneak attack," Ron added. He obviously respected his eldest brother Bill more than Percy and his twin brothers.

After all, Bill looks like... a really big brother.

Whether it is the elder brother in the blood sense or the elder brother in the social sense.

"Hahaha..." Bill laughed heartily and patted Ron on the shoulder.

Before he could say anything, he was interrupted by Percy.

"Excuse me - is there a table here? Merlin... I have to get on with my work..."

He was mumbling to no one, but it seemed as if he was talking to himself, and he looked a little mentally unstable.

"Over there." Hermione pointed to the living room. "There's a table in the living room. You can go there temporarily..."

"What's wrong with him?" Ron asked curiously.

"Write a report for the Department of International Magical Cooperation." Percy interrupted Bill before he could speak. His expression was as if he was doing something earth-shattering and proud. "This is the task assigned to me by Mr. Crouch. We are going to test the thickness of the crucible according to the standard. The bottom of some foreign imported products is too thin. The leakage rate is increasing at a rate of almost 3% per year. "

"This is amazing. This report will change the world," said Ron. "I think the Daily Prophet will publish the headline: The Crucible Leaks."

Percy's face turned red immediately, he was shaking with anger, and he looked like he wanted to throw the papers in his hand at Ron's face.

Seeing him like this, Ron chose to hide behind Bill very easily.

Percy glared at him and turned away.

"He's working behind old Barty Crouch now." Charlie added in a low voice, "He's become a fan of Crouch now. He will mention Mr. Crouch within three sentences, just like he did just now - 'This is the task assigned to me by Mr. Crouch'."

You know what, Charlie imitated Percy's behavior perfectly, making the Weasley twins laugh.

"Oh, by the way." Charlie waved at the Weasley twins.

Seeing the twins coming over, Charlie glanced at his mother who was chatting with Sirius, and warned in a low voice: "You two better not let your mother find out about your Weasley magic tricks these two days. She has already found out about the orders brought by the owls flying home. I can't guarantee how she would react if she saw you still making these little gadgets..."

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)