Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Seriously, Fred and George, two brothers who are keen on pranks, had a big show at Dursley's house.They deliberately sprinkled a large handful of toffee, which caused Uncle Vernon's fat son Dudley to pick it up and eat one.

Good guy, his tongue suddenly became a full foot long, hanging around and dangling, and it was getting longer!But his mother was anxious.

"This is not a joke, Fred!" Mr. Weasley couldn't help but yelled at his twin son. "What the hell did you eat for that Muggle boy?"

"I didn't give him anything," Fred said with a smirk on his face. "I just accidentally spilled it on the ground... Who told him to pick it up and eat it, you can't blame me."

"You spilled it on purpose!" Mr. Weasley roared, "You know he will eat it, you know he is losing weight—"

"How big is his sweetness?" George asked eagerly.

"It has been swollen to more than four feet long before his parents let me shrink it!" Mr. Weasley angrily said.

Harry and the Weasley brothers laughed again.

"This is not a joke!" Mr. Weasley exclaimed, "This behavior has seriously damaged the relationship between wizards and Muggles! I have devoted my life to opposing Muggle abuse, and as a result my own son—"

"We didn't give it to him because he was a Muggle!" Fred said angrily.

"Yeah, we teased him because he specializes in bullying." George said, "Really, Harry?"

"Yes, he is like that, Mr. Weasley." Harry said seriously.

"The problem is not here!" Mr. Weasley said angrily, "You wait, I want to tell your mother—"

"Tell me what?" A voice came from behind them.

Mrs. Weasley happened to walk into the kitchen—she was a short and chubby woman with a very kind face, but her eyes were squinted at the moment with a skeptical look.

"Hello, Harry, dear." She saw Harry and said hello with a smile.Then she turned her eyes to her husband again, "Tell me, Arthur, what's the matter?"

Mr. Weasley hesitated.

Harry could see that although he was angry with Fred and George, he didn't really intend to tell Mrs. Weasley.Mr. Weasley looked at his wife nervously, and no one spoke for a while.

At this moment, three girls appeared in the kitchen door behind Mrs. Weasley.

One had very thick brown hair and two big front teeth. This was Hermione, Harry and Ron's good friend.The other is short, with red hair, Ron's little sister Ginny.

Both girls smiled at Harry, and Harry smiled at them, which made Ginny blush immediately-Ginny has been obsessed with Harry since he first visited the Burrow.

As for the last girl, her attention didn't seem to be on Harry's side, she was just standing by the door, looking at the wall clock in the living room of the Burrow in a daze.

"Quickly, Arthur, what's the matter?" Mrs. Weasley asked again, a little scary.

"Nothing, Molly," Mr. Weasley said vaguely, "Fred and George just now—I have already taught them—"

"What did they do again this time?" Mrs. Weasley said angrily. "If it is related to Weasley's magic tricks again—"

"Ron, shall we take Harry to see where he sleeps?" Hermione said from the door.

"He knows where he sleeps," Ron said. "In my room, he slept there last year—"

"Let's all go and see." Hermione said harshly.

"Oh," Ron understood, "Okay."

"Miss Lovegood, are you coming to see too?" Hermione looked at the blond girl who was in a daze next to her, hesitatingly pulled her sleeve.

"Huh?" Luna tilted her head and nodded quickly, "Okay..."

"Right, let's go too.

"You are not allowed to move!" Mrs. Weasley yelled.

Harry and Ron slipped sideways out of the kitchen cautiously, along with Hermione, Ginny, and Luna, walking through the narrow aisle and up the rickety stairs.

The stairs turn left and right, leading to the upper floors.

When Harry was asking Ron and Ginny about the "Weasley's magic tricks" in the Weaslev population, Hermione was chatting carefully with Luna.

"...Miss Lovegood, um... Maca... I mean, won't McLean go to the Quidditch World Cup with you?"

In fact, since Luna's father sent her over, Hermione has always wanted to ask this question.

"Maca?" Luna shook her head blankly. "He said he has a lot to do this holiday, and he should be still at school now..."

"So..." Hermione hesitated. "Aren't you going to accompany him?"

"Why?" Luna said strangely, "If he needs help, he will speak directly..."

"Oh... I didn't mean that..." Hermione pursed her lips, but in the end she didn't continue to ask.

She always doesn't know how to communicate with this blond girl who has been in a trance all day, and because of Maca's relationship, she can't even tell.

"What's wrong with me..." Hermione scratched her messy hair, feeling like her hair was in her heart, and she couldn't even stroke it.

Soon, the Quidditch World Cup came, and everyone was woken up one by one by Mrs. Weasley early in the morning.

Most of the children look confused, and Luna is clearly the best.

"Miss Lovegood, wake up..." Ginny shook Luna who was sleeping next to her, while Hermione was getting dressed next to her.

"Um..." Luna half-opened her eyes, looking at Ginny and Hermione dimly, showing an innocent look, "What's the matter? Have all the Flobber caterpillars become butterflies?"

"Flobber caterpillars don't form cocoons," Hermione corrected subconsciously.

"But Maca told me that they would—" Luna whispered, raising her hand and rubbing her face like a kitten.

Hermione froze for a moment, and said nothing more.

Compared to Luna, who was always dazed and believed all kinds of bizarre rumors, Hermione was obviously much more sensitive to these little things.

On Harry's side, Mrs. Weasley had already arrived in the room.

"It's time to go, Harry, dear," she whispered, walking over to wake Ron again.

Harry reached out and touched his glasses on and sat up.It was still dark outside.

When Ron was awakened by her mother, he mumbled vaguely.Harry saw two irregular dark shadows emerging from under the messy blanket at the foot of the bed.

"Why, it's time already?"

It turned out that it was Fred and George who had been here to chat with them about the World Cup last night.

Everyone put on clothes in silence, and they were all too sleepy to talk.Then, the four of them went downstairs and walked into the kitchen, yawning and stretching.

Mrs. Weasley was stirring the contents of a big pot on the stove, and Mr. Weasley was sitting at the table, checking a big ball of parchment paper.

When the boys walked into the kitchen, he raised his head and spread his arms so that they could see his clothes clearly.He was wearing a top that looked like a golf jacket and a pair of very old jeans. The pants were a bit too big for him, and he tied it with a wide leather belt.

"How?" he asked eagerly. "We should hide our identities when we go-am I like a Muggle like this, Harry?"

"Like," Harry said with a smile, "very good."

"Why don't you see Bill, Charlie, and Per-Percy?" George said, uncontrollably yawning again.

"Aren't they apparating?" Mrs. Weasley said, putting the cauldron on the table and starting to scoop the porridge into the bowls. "So they can sleep for a while."

Harry knew that the so-called Apparition was disappearing from one place and reappearing in another place in the blink of an eye.However, he never knew any student at Hogwarts who could do this, he knew it must be difficult.

"But..." Harry thought suddenly, "I'm sure that Maca must be long gone."

However, Maca is always beyond the expectations of others-this spell, he always does not use it well.

"So, they are still sleeping?" Fred asked angrily. "Why can't we also Apparate?"

"Because you are under age and haven't passed the exam." Mrs. Weasley replied, "Where are the three girls?"

She turned and rushed out of the kitchen, and they heard her going upstairs.

"Apparition has to pass the exam?" Harry asked.

"Oh, yes." Mr. Weasley said, carefully stuffing the ticket into the back pocket of his jeans, "One day, the Department of Magical Transportation imposed a fine on two people because they apparated without a certificate. This It's not an easy task. If you don't do it right, you will get into trouble, which is very annoying. The two people I'm talking about will end up splitting up."

Everyone at the table frowned, except Harry, making a sad face.

"Oh—divide?" Harry asked.

"They left half of themselves," Mr. Weasley said, scooping up a lot of syrup and mixing it into his porridge. "So, of course, they were nailed there and they couldn't move on either side. I have to wait for the Reversal Incident Team to deal with this matter... Tell you, it means preparing a lot of documents! Because the Muggles saw the fragmented bodies they dropped..."

While Harry and the others were rushing to deal with breakfast in the burrow, there was a sudden explosion on Azkaban's side that broke the perennial silent wizard prison.

"Boom!" "Kang Dang!"

A steel prison door that had been protected by magic fell to the ground, and a calm voice suddenly sounded in the dust.

"Come out, Bellatrix."