Hogwarts Melon Eater

"Is there any wide area around here?" Anna was a little curious. This is the wizard's commercial street, so why is there such a remote corner - "Knockturn Alley?"

"Of course not! I swear I've only been with you once!" Fred hurriedly denied.

"Hey! I didn't know you had been to Knockturn Alley!" George protested, "Why didn't you take me with you?"

"Where is Knockturn Alley?" Harry didn't think it was a big deal.

"That's not a good place," Fred changed the subject. "I mean we can go to our house—the Burrow! There's a lot of open space there!"

The Burrow! A house made of magic! Very modern art style! And Mrs Weasley's exquisite cooking!

"I agree!" Anna raised her hand in approval, "But how do we get there? Now go to the Leaky Cauldron and use Floo powder?"

"You don't have to go to the Leaky Cauldron," George said mysteriously. "Do you remember writing a letter a few days ago, hoping that my father can help you open the Floo network at home?"

Anna's eyes widened, "Success?"

"No, it won't open until you go to Hogwarts," Fred pointed to the three bears mural on the wall, "but Dad helped you open the store's Floo network—we use the study fireplace Just do it!"

"Thank you so much!"

Bewildered, Harry followed the excited crowd, watching a huge portrait move away with the giggling of the bear, down a long staircase of candles, and finally to the study—a room full of books.

The twins handed Harry a packet of powder, with inexplicable smiles on their faces, they each grabbed a handful and threw the powder into the fire of the fireplace, which turned green

They shouted "Go to the Burrow!" and jumped into the green flames - "We shall have eternal life in the flames!" These were their last words, and now they were gone.

"?" Harry was holding the broomstick in his hand, not knowing what to say, the scene in front of him was very magical, with a touch of excitement.

Jumping into the roaring green flames shouting slogans - Anna held her forehead, she told Harry, "Throw the powder into the fireplace, go in when the flames turn green, and shout where you're going, don't do it. Wrong call!"

Anna grabbed a handful of powder and threw it into the fireplace, "Go to the Burrow!"

Just when Harry thought she wouldn't say anything more, "—for glory! Fight on!" Anna's voice was hoarse, as if it was the last moment of the war.

Harry was amused for a while, then grabbed a handful of Floo powder and threw it into the fireplace, "Go to the Burrow!" He faced the empty room, "Today! I'll be reborn from the ashes!"

After Harry disappeared, the house-elf Dudu opened the door and walked in, with a strange expression, muttering, "Bad Dudu! Don't laugh, don't laugh at Miss Anna and her friends!" Dust in front of the fireplace.

Harry felt as though he had just been squeezed out of a greasy pipe, and the force of the thrust sent him tumbling down on the carpet - the soft red patterned carpet, and he looked up, it was a fantastic and warm place, grey masonry Walls, creaky wooden floors, a large beige sofa and a couple of lovely chairs.

The Weasley twins were pestering Anna, asking what she said when she jumped into the fire, a big wooden radio was playing soft music, and Harry saw the needle and thread on the sofa knitting himself.

Anna went to pull Harry off the rug - noticed a strange clock by the fireplace.

"Home", "School", "Work", "On the Road", "Missing", "Hospital", "Prison" and "Fatal Danger" were written on the clock face where the numbers should have been.

There are also nine hands, each engraved with a person's name, on which Anna found the Weasley twins - now the hands representing them are pointing to "home."

"Mom needs to know where we are," George leaned over. "She's always worried."

"This used to be our mugshot," Fred pointed to the hands on the clock. "Now it's a name, and I always think it's because my mother couldn't tell George and I apart."

"Bang bang bang——" A loud voice came from upstairs, "Is your house being renovated?" Harry looked around at the magical furniture, and he felt that the Weasleys house was a great treasure house.

"Oh no, that's Mr. Ghoul who lives in the attic..."

"His name is Ghoul?" Harry was surprised.

"No, he's a ghoul," Fred took out three brooms from a small room. "Here are our parents' brooms, and Charlie's old broom—our second brother, when he was Dad rewarded him with a new Nimbus 1000 when he was on Captain Gryffindor Quidditch—a lot of money at the time."

"That's because Charlie's a Seeker," a little red head emerged from the crooked wooden stairs. "When I'm a Quidditch Seeker—I'll have the latest one too!"

"Oh mommy's little darling Ronnie," Fred used Mrs Weasley's name for Ron in a wicked way, "don't think too much about it, chances are you'll be using our old broom."

"Hmph, that's what you said," Ron hurried down the stairs with his slippers on. "Aren't you going to Diagon Alley? Mysteriously, you still don't want to take me with you!" Ron saw Anna, Anna Waving with him, he widened his eyes, "You still bring girls home! I'm going to tell mom!"

"Come on Ron," George pulled Harry over, "sooner or later your eyes were completely blinded by the orange posters in your room—how can you only see girls?"

"Oh!" Ron glanced at Harry, as if he wanted to quarrel with the twins, but was attracted by Harry's dress, "your headscarf is nice!"

"Thank you!" Harry touched the turban awkwardly, "I think so too."

"The scar under his hood is even better," Fred interjected, "Baby Ronnie, guess who he is?"

"Hey! Don't call me that name!" Ron slapped Fred in protest, although it didn't help, "Do I know him?"

Ron leaned in front of Harry and observed it carefully. Harry was about to say something, but Ron stopped him, "Don't talk about it! Let me guess—whether I won the Silver Syke—"

"No, that's an old man," George interrupted.

"I see! Could it be the one of the 'weird sisters'—"

"Not his son," Fred replied.

"Ah—who else could that be? It can't be Harry Potter, can it?"

Ron looked at Harry and suddenly realized something. He tremblingly pointed at Harry's red hood, "Is there a scar under that?"

Harry took off his scarf and smiled helplessly at him.

"He's really Harry Potter—" Ron shook George, who was on the side. "Running dwarf! He's really—"

"We already know, you are so excited Ron!" Fred had forgotten that he almost cried out on the street when he first got the news.

"What about this one?" Ron leaned in front of Anna, and Fred grabbed the back collar of his shirt and dragged him to a safe social distance, "Who is this girl?"

Ron took a closer look at Anna's appearance, "I would believe if she was the princess of the British Muggle royal family!"

"Sorry to disappoint you," Anna really liked everyone in the Weasley family, "I'm Anna Lawrence, just an ordinary girl..."

"Anna—" Ron exclaimed, "you're the Anna who fought a black bear with a Bludger bat!" He stared at Anna in disbelief, as if trying to see the flowers out of her.

Then Ron sang, in a strange and rhythmic tune, "There's a lot of energy hidden in a thin body--long brown hair flying in a beautiful arc- Tighten the bat- Tighten the bat- One down Black Bear The head is open - the great heroic self-confident bearslayer Anna -"

"Pfft!" Harry laughed, but he quickly covered his mouth.

"I don't even know when I added such a hymn," Anna laughed frantically.

"This is Frey—" Ron was covered by Fred's mouth. "The heroic deeds have to be sung—I think we'd better go to the backyard and play Quidditch, what do you think, George?"

"Yes, I'm going to get the Quaffle and put it under the kitchen cabinet, right?" George received exactly what his brother meant, opened a wooden door, walked quickly to the kitchen, and soon he stuck his head out, "I Found it! But where's Mommy? And Ginny?"

Fred had to let go of Ron, who was struggling, and gave him an exaggerated smile as a warning.