Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 246 No, buddy

The twins listened to what Charlie said anyway, because they knew how much their mother hated the two of them developing Weasley's magical tricks.

So the two of them decided in an instant that they must not let their mother see them developing these things. If all those gadgets were burned and all the orders were lost, they would be doomed.

"So who do you think will win the championship?" Charlie asked again, "Ireland? Or Bulgaria? I know the Bulgarian Seeker is very good, Viktor Krum, right? Ron has a poster of him on the head of his bed."

Ron didn't feel embarrassed at all, after all, that was his idol.

"Then let me ask you." Fred rolled his eyes, came up with a plan, and began to tease Ron: "Who do you think is better as a seeker, Harry or Viktor Krum?"

Ron:?
No, buddy?
This question really stumped Ron. Actually, in Ron's eyes, Harry was also an extremely good Seeker.

"That's a really hard question to answer." Ron's brain began to overclock at high speed, showing a high emotional intelligence that didn't belong to him. "If I have to say, I actually like Harry more, both as a friend and as a Gryffindor. Besides, the two of them haven't really competed, right?"

"Speaking of this." Charlie suddenly said, "I have received letters from Professor McGonagall and Wood, and they both praised Harry - I have never seen Professor McGonagall praise a student so much... Oh, it seems that when I was in school, Professor McGonagall would occasionally praise Harry's father, saying that he was an excellent chaser."

"After all, sons resemble their fathers." Harry said with a smile.

"What are you guys talking about here?"

Mrs. Weasley finally came over and looked at the Weasley twins with a fierce face: "Are you talking about your great ideas again? I'm warning you, George! Fred! You two are not allowed to do those Weasley tricks again! Do you hear me!"

When saying the names, Mrs. Weasley pointed at her two sons respectively.

"Yes, Mum," said Fred and George in unison. "But it makes us so sad. I'm Fred and he's George - even Mum can't tell them apart. It makes us so sad."

"Oh, sorry, dears," Mrs. Weasley sighed.

"I was kidding, Mom." Fred and George put their hands on each other's shoulders and said with a chuckle, "Actually, you guessed it right just now—"

Mrs. Weasley was so angry that she picked up the baguette on the table and started beating the two of them, making the two twins scream.

Mrs. Weasley cooked dinner in the evening. She was a little bit distrustful of Kreacher. After all, old Kreacher was old and looked a little sloppy.

Of course, Mrs. Weasley enjoyed cooking for her family.

The main reason was that Kreacher was still holding Regulus' hand, and Mrs. Weasley felt that it was not very reliable to cook with an Inferi.

Wouldn't it be disgusting if your drool flowed into the rice?
"Try it, your favorite beef stew with potatoes." Mrs. Weasley smiled and put a large bowl on the table, stretched out her hands and put them on Harry's face: "Eat more, eat more."

"This beef stew with potatoes is very nutritious~" Ron said to Harry with a wink, reached out to grab the spoon and added half a plate for Harry.

Harry picked up the bread beside him and ate the beef stew with potatoes in the bowl. The taste was so delicious.

Cassandra frowned slightly, but said nothing.

This guy……

How rude!

"Let's rest here for one night." Mr. Weasley said, "The next day, we will take a carriage and go to the Quidditch match together -"

"Carriage?" Bill raised his head, shook his ponytail and asked, "Shouldn't we find a door key made of something? Then we grab it together, and whoosh--"

"Oh, that was many years ago." Mr. Weasley smiled and said to Bill, "Now we are different from the past, so of course we have to use some new ways to travel - so of course this is not a carriage we rented, dear."

The latter part was said to Molly.

"Ludo Bagman approved it for us. It's a privilege for VIPs in the box," said Mr. Weasley, grinning. His forehead was shiny. "Of course, the others can only go there in the traditional way - no crowds, no conspicuousness, no attention from Muggles, or else we'll have to trouble someone to erase their memories..."

"Why? Don't we have the Muggle-Repelling Charm?" Hermione asked curiously while biting a piece of bread. She didn't quite understand why they had to do this even though the Muggle-Repelling Charm existed.

"The organization is fraught with difficulties," Mr. Weasley sighed. "The main problem is that there are about 100,000 wizards coming to watch the World Cup, and we certainly can't find a magical venue that can accommodate so many people. Some places are inaccessible to Muggles, but imagine how we can cram 100,000 wizards into Diagon Alley? Even with the existence of Muggle-Repelling Charms, more than 100,000 people passing through the Leaky Cauldron in a short period of time is really too conspicuous."

"First, of course, we have to stagger everyone's arrival times. Those with cheaper tickets will have to arrive two weeks in advance. Some people will use Muggle transportation, but the number is limited. We can't let too many people fill up Muggle buses and trains - don't forget, wizards are coming from all over the world. Of course, some people will use Apparition, but we have to set up some safe places for them to appear, away from all the Muggles."

"I think there might be a forest nearby that could be used as a base for Apparition," Bill said with a not-so-shiny joke.

"Oh, of course, there are forests there."

Mr. Weasley said with a smile, after all, he had actually visited the venue before.

"For those who are unwilling or unable to Apparate, we use Portkeys - the function of these things is to transport wizards from one place to another within a specified time, and if necessary, a large number of people can be transported at a time - if I remember correctly, the Ministry of Magic has about two hundred Portkeys placed all over the UK."

"But we don't need that stuff right now, do we?" the twins asked in unison.

"Oh, of course." Mr. Weasley patted his belly. "Oh, by the way, I still have to pick up Granger and the others - Hermione? Call your dad first, and I'll drive to pick them up."

"Car?" Sirius said with interest. "You never told me you had a car, Arthur—"

"Not yet." Mr. Weasley said to him, "It's not too late to know now."

"Oh, it's the Ford Anglia." Charlie swallowed the bread and said to Sirius, "When Dad modified this car, Mom scolded him a lot - but in the end she couldn't stop Dad from modifying the car."

"Well, I was even pecked by two frightened chickens," Bill said with some nostalgia.

Everyone laughed when they heard Bill's words.

"Then let's go pick them up after dinner." Mr. Weasley said, "Sirius will go with me...but the car is still at home. We need to go home via Floo first to get the car."

"Arthur!" Mrs. Weasley roared, "Are you going to go on a rampage with that car again?"

"Oh no, dear," said Mr. Weasley, "we are going to pick up the Grangers in case they get lost..."

That was a good reason, at least Mrs. Weasley didn't try to stop him any further.

After dinner, Sirius and Mr. Weasley set out to pick up Mr. Granger. "You know?" Mr. Weasley said to Sirius as he stepped into the fireplace, "I know Mr. Granger's Bentley is very expensive, but he said he was willing to exchange ten Bentleys for my car -"

"That's right. For Muggles, flying cars are not available anywhere." Sirius said seriously.

After they left, several boys gathered together to play poker. Hermione sat aside, apparently working on her thesis.

Cassandra sat behind Harry and watched them play cards.

They were playing Texas Hold'em, but instead of using money as the stakes, they were sticking notes on their faces.

It was around seven or eight o'clock in the evening when the roar of engines could be heard outside.

After a while, the door opened and the Grangers and Mr. Weasley walked in.

Mr. Granger seemed very excited, and was using gestures to tell Mr. Weasley what he had just seen and heard.

"This is really amazing!" Mr. Granger said happily, "I have never had such a novel experience. I feel like I am much younger!"

"This is magic. Isn't it amazing?" Sirius said with a smile as he closed the door.

"Uh-huh!"

The portrait of Mrs. Black, who was awakened, coughed unhappily. After seeing Mr. and Mrs. Granger, she muttered something, turned over and continued to sleep.

This was all thanks to Potter's consideration, otherwise there would have been another quarrel.

"Is this a portrait? Or a TV?" Mr. Granger looked at the moving, voice-generating portrait in shock and asked in amazement, "It feels so realistic..."

"No, it's a portrait of my mother," Sirius replied casually.

"Oh, sorry," Mr. Granger apologized quickly. "I didn't know that was your - er, mother."

"It doesn't matter." Sirius spread his hands, "I didn't know she was my mother."

When Mr. Granger said this, he thought it was a kind of humor unique to wizards.

When they walked into the living room, they saw children with notes stuck on their faces.

Seeing her parents come in, Hermione screamed, stuffed the playing cards in her hand into the deck, turned and ran.

"What are you doing?" asked Mr. Weasley in amazement.

"A specialty of the Black family." Bill put the cards down leisurely and turned around to say, "It treats dry skin - do you want to try it, Dad?"

"Oh, that's not the case," said Mr. Weasley politely.

"I think it's pretty good." Fred smiled and hooked his arm around George's neck, saying in unison, "We have nothing to do anyway, why not play some cards? What do you think?"

"It seems that your ideas are still very healthy, at least it doesn't involve money." Mr. Weasley smiled and turned to Sirius and said, "We have to arrange a room for the two of them--"

"Don't worry, there are still many empty rooms." Sirius snapped his fingers with a smile: "Kreacher!"

Kreacher appeared like a whirlwind, holding Regulus in his hand.

Seeing the person in front of him, Regulus roared and was about to pounce on Mr. Granger.

“Jesus Holy FXXK!”

Mr. Granger jumped back suddenly, Regulus's appearance really scared him.

How come this family is so fierce and even raises zombies?

"Kreacher!" Sirius shouted, "Lock Regulus back!"

Kreacher muttered to himself, muttering about letting Master Regulus get more time in the moonlight, but he did not disobey Sirius's order and sent Regulus back to his room.

"Excuse me." Sirius turned around and apologized to the Grangers who were still in shock. "I'm sorry, Regulus is my brother. He became like this for some reason. I'm sorry for scaring you."

"It's all right." Mr. Granger swallowed. "Our room—"

"Oh, far away from them." Sirius smiled and said, "It's next to Hermione. I've prepared everything for you."

Hearing this, Mr. Granger felt relieved.

That night, they stayed at Blake's house.

The next morning, they got up very early.

As VIPs, they did not need to arrive at the venue in advance, so they would have enough time to leave after lunch.

"This is my first time attending such a grand gathering in the wizarding world." Mr. Granger seemed a little excited: "It's just like in Diagon Alley, right?"

"No, if I have to make an analogy..." Sirius described it and said, "It's like the World Cup, um..."

"Oh!" Mr. Granger slapped his hands. "I even went to the United States for the World Cup this year."

"Really?" Harry asked, yawning. "Who wins then?"

"Brazil," said Mr. Granger. "They went into extra time and the game was still tied. In the end, Brazil beat Italy 3-2 on penalties to win the championship. It should be acknowledged that South American football is really strong."

At this point, Mr. Granger said with regret: "What I didn't expect was that Roberto Baggio missed the penalty kick. I thought he could score it..."

(End of this chapter)