Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 78 At Ron's House
"Boss, we're here."

"Well, just send it here, and then give yourself a break."

Damon and Harry got off the bus at the village of Ottery St. Catchpole and walked south together.

After walking for a while, they saw a small lake. Next to the lake, there were several-story houses "stacked" crookedly. The structures of the houses were disordered and completely inconsistent with architectural standards, as if they were built by magic.

There are four or five chimneys on the roof of the red house, and a sign is inserted diagonally in front of the house that reads "Burrow".

There were some high-top leather boots and a rusty crucible thrown by the gate, and a few fat brown chickens were pecking at food in the yard.

"It's a bit like Howl's Moving Castle."

Damon looked at the Burrow, which had a wild architectural style, and held one hand to his forehead to block the dazzling sunlight.

"It's really great," said Harry happily. He had just remembered Privet Drive and asked belatedly, "What is Howl's Moving Castle?"

"Nothing, just an animation you haven't seen before." Damon patted Harry's head. "Let's go, Mrs. Weasley is waiting for us up ahead."

He had grown so quickly that Harry looked like a younger brother next to him.

Mrs. Weasley came walking quickly from the other end of the yard, and the chickens scattered. It was surprising that such a plump, kind-looking woman like her had the temperament of a tiger with bared teeth.

"Welcome, children."

"I hope our arrival will not cause you any trouble."

"How could that be! Silly child."

"Damon! Harry!"

Ron came out from behind her and shouted excitedly at the two of them.

"Harry, why didn't you reply to my letter during the summer vacation?"

"Well—that's a long story."

Mrs. Weasley took Damon's hand, and Harry and Ron followed them, chattering non-stop.

They arrived just in time for lunch - Mrs. Weasley was only halfway through her work.

The kitchen was small and quite crowded, with a clean wooden table and a few chairs in the middle. Damon sat on the chairs and looked at the real 'magical scene' around him.

The clock on the opposite wall had only one hand and no numbers. The clock face had words like "Make tea, feed the chickens, you're going to be late."

There were three layers of books on the mantelpiece: "Enchant Your Cheese," "The Magic of Baking Bread," and "Creating a Feast"—magic books.

Mrs. Weasley hurried back to the kitchen to continue cooking. She casually pointed her wand at the dishes in the sink, and the dishes washed themselves. The clinking sound was like background music.

The Weasley brothers in the garden also came running over. They were very excited to see Damon and the other two, and invited them to play Quidditch in the garden.

The garden was large and overgrown with weeds, with many gnarled trees surrounding the walls, and all kinds of plants growing out of every bed, and there was a large green pond with many frogs in it.

Damon saw small, rough-skinned, potato-like creatures with big bald heads moving around in the garden. "Those are goblins." As if noticing Damon's gaze, Ron grabbed the ankle of a goblin and lifted it upside down to show it to Damon.

"Hey~~~"

Ron lifted the goblin above his head, swung his arm in a wide circle like a lasso, and as his grip loosened, the goblin flew twenty feet and landed thumping in the ground behind the hedge.

"No," said Fred. "I'll throw it over that stump, sure."

"It won't hurt them—you've got to stun them so they can't find the goblin holes." Ron winked at Harry, seeming to notice his shock.

The group temporarily forgot about the Quidditch game and started competing to see who could throw the goblin the farthest.

The garden was soon filled with goblins.

Damon laughed heartily at their wild play.

No one knew what he was laughing at.

He quickly joined in the game, gradually got the hang of it, and was able to throw a goblin seventy feet.

Harry felt a little sorry for the gnomes and had decided to just toss the first one he caught gently over the hedge, but the gnome, sensing his weakness, bit Harry's finger with its sharp teeth, and he couldn't shake it off, much to everyone's laughter. Soon the whole group of gnomes in the field filed away in a sparse file, their little shoulders hunched.

"They'll be back," said Ron as they watched the gnomes disappear behind the hedge at the other end of the field. "They like it here. Dad's too tolerant of them; he thinks they're so funny."

"Dinner is ready, children."

Following Mrs. Weasley's call, Damon and the others went back to eat for the time being.

At the dinner table, the Weasley brothers were still discussing Damon's seventy-foot record. Ron listened to Harry talk about how bad his life was at the Dursleys', and then how Damon came down from the sky like a savior.

"Oh my God—Damon, you have twenty factories?"

Ron couldn't help but exclaim.

The Weasley twins' attention was also diverted by Ron's exclamation. They met each other's eyes, as if they saw what they were planning in each other's eyes.

"What do you mean? Is our dueling prince a noble from the Muggle world?"

"Don't ask about things you shouldn't ask about!"

Mrs. Weasley didn't know anything else. She only heard Ron say that Damon grew up in an orphanage, and of course she didn't want these children to talk about his background.

"I am indeed rich in the Muggle world."

Damon didn't say much, just acknowledged it and ate a simple meal with them.

The Weasley twins suddenly became more enthusiastic.

They took out a lot of little gadgets and tried every way to show them to Damon - you see, they couldn't use these pranks directly on Damon, lest he get angry, so - they had to let Ron down.

Fred accidentally knocked over Ron's cup, and the orange-yellow liquid condensed into the shape of a pumpkin head in the air and suddenly rushed into Ron's nostrils.

Ron sneezed ten times in a row, all of them smelling like pumpkin, and the aroma of pumpkin filled the entire hall.

"This is our new invention, jumping pumpkin juice. What do you think?"

"not bad."

Damon nodded, and Mrs. Weasley angrily picked up a spatula and chased the twins, "What are you doing at dinner time?! I told you not to bring these tricks into the house again!"

After dinner, they were still not quiet. George "kindly" checked Ron's pet rat, but in fact he fed Scabbers a rainbow jelly bean.

Three seconds later, Scabbers's gray fur exploded into fluorescent pink, and blue flames appeared from the tip of its tail. Scabbers was so scared that he squeaked non-stop. Ron held it in his arms with heartache.

"Color-changing jelly beans, we can make any color you want. How do you feel about that?"

"Not bad," Damon replied. "But I hope you guys stop messing with Ron. Pranks on family members should be based on what they can accept."

"Oh—of course—"

"You have the final say."

The Weasley twins felt the stagnation of their plan and temporarily stopped their actions.

In the afternoon, they called Percy and the six of them played a 3V3 mini Quidditch game.

"Would you like to team up with us? They have Harry in their group, but little Ronnie isn't strong enough."

The Geminis invited Damon, and Ron said fiercely, "Really? Then let's take a good look!"

"I'll be in the same group with them, thank you."

Damon smiled and rejected the three of them, and fought against Percy and the Weasley twins with Harry and Ron.

Not long after, as a Beater, he used his Bludger to knock down all three senior students without any hesitation. Harry and Ron cheered, but they were also a little surprised - it seemed that Damon would definitely join the school's Quidditch team in the second year.

When they had some time to rest, the Geminis approached Damon and told him about their plan.

"You want to open your own store?"

(End of this chapter)