Everyday Players at Hogwarts

Chapter 518 Hagrid's sudden visit

"I think this might be Dumbledore's suggestion.

Playing with Billywigs is a trend among young people in Australia.

You can see young wizards floating in the air due to excessive stings almost everywhere.

I think this might be related to the information you heard.

He wants you to know that Grindelwald has set his sights on Harry and wants Harry to pay attention.

Neville, you just ran into trouble." After listening to the cause and effect of Neville's visit to the Burrow, Draco clasped his hands together, crossed his fingers, and placed them on the knees of his thighs that were crossed in a cross-legged posture.

He closed his eyes and looked like a dog-headed military advisor.

"I don't think so.

Neville's parents are from the old society after all, they can't accept these new and trendy things.

They must think Neville is boring.

That's why they let Neville come here.

What kind of cow is Grindelwald you mentioned?

In terms of thought, he may be more advanced than Voldemort, but in terms of strength, can he compare with Voldemort?

Harry even defeated Voldemort, he is not a ball-escape bird (referring to Harry is not timid.

Ball-escape birds, a kind of bird that has the ability to suddenly disappear and reappear in another place, is too timid to avoid Muggles, so that Muggles think it is extinct), what is there to be afraid of Grindelwald."

When Ron, a Harry fan, heard Draco praising Grindelwald, he expressed his dissatisfaction.

"Whatever the reason, I'm already here." Neville sighed.

What he remembers most vividly now is not being discovered by his mother practicing magic.

But the expression on his mother's face when she found his wall, the wall with all the candy wrappers his mother gave him when she was crazy.

It's not bad to come to the Burrow, but compared to staying with parents, it's like heaven and earth.

"You guys, come and help!" Neville looked over and saw Percy, who was yelling at Ron.

He was talking about you, but Neville knew he was talking about Ron.

He, Draco, and Harry were all guests, and Percy and even others would not take the initiative to ask them to do anything.

And Ginny was the treasure of the Weasley family, so Percy was reluctant to let her go.

Sure enough, when Neville's thoughts flashed through his mind, Ron walked over with a curse, and Percy nodded approvingly - for Ron's sense of the times.

"What is that?" Harry pointed to a huge chair.

It was big enough to seat several Rons.

It could even let him and Ginny roll on it.

"Who else could have such a big chair?" Draco glanced at Harry with a look of idiot.

"Hagrid?" Neville nodded in sudden realization.

"So Hagrid is coming for lunch? Let me see--" Harry followed him into the room.

In the living room, Percy was waving his wand, and the tables and chairs were "walking" to the center of the garden in an orderly manner.

"Seven including Hagrid?" Harry looked at the grandfather clock in the corner, and the hands belonging to Mr. Weasley, Charlie, and Bill were all pointing steadily to the work position.

"Is it just Hagrid who is coming?" Harry turned around and said loudly to Ginny, Draco, and Neville behind him.

"Why am I the only one? Where are Fred and George?" Ron also raised his wand, and his knives, forks, and plates were revolving around him like the moon revolving around the earth.

"Of course we have serious things to do."

"Mom has recognized our work."

"She found that our monthly income is higher than Dad's before."

"And we are also reading books while researching new products."

"The grades can't be bad!" The window on the fourth floor opened, and Fred and George's heads popped out.

"I made all those smoke bottles. I should have been slower. This is unfair." Ron walked angrily towards the table and chairs that Percy had just arranged.

Even in this situation, he still didn't ask Harry and the others to help.

Harry felt that he still swallowed the words that Fred and George were developing their own products and their products were selling well.

"I should have helped if I had known." Neville said embarrassedly.

"Don't, we can all use magic now.

These houseworks are enough to wave the wand.

Harry didn't move either.

You know what kind of person Harry is.

If he could help, he would have helped a long time ago.

The reality is that if we guests help, Ron will be scolded by Mrs. Weasley." Draco shrugged aside.

Harry nodded helplessly.

He suddenly regretted that he could use magic.

During the summer vacation last year, when he lived in the Burrow, which strictly abided by the regulations of the Ministry of Magic, he had a reason to help with housework because he could not use magic.

He was good at this.

Life in the Dursleys taught him this.

But now, because everyone can use magic.

No matter how difficult the housework is, it is just a matter of a spell.

He had no reason to intervene.

According to Mrs. Weasley, "It's so simple, and you still let the guests do the work. This is not okay."

Although he was engaged to Ginny, in Mrs. Weasley's eyes, he was still a guest who needed to be taken care of.

Or because of his identity as a future son-in-law, he was considered to need more care.

Fortunately, this mood did not last long. As the green flames in the fireplace ignited, a tall figure came and dispelled all the boredom.

It was Hagrid.

"Harry!" Even his thick beard couldn't hide his deep smile, and his small black beetle-like eyes were full of smiles.

The flames on his head made him look like a Weasley.

"Hephaestus!" Draco and Ron raised their hands and greeted the flames on Hagrid's head.

"Talking flames!"

"Ron didn't brag."

"Mom, come and see!"

"It's alive." Fred and George said in surprise.

Percy on the side took a careful look, thinking about what kind of spell could have such an effect.

"What's wrong?" As stacks of delicious and rich food flew onto the plates they had prepared in advance, Mrs. Weasley rubbed her hands and walked out slowly.

"Ruber! Why are you here so early?

I still have a pot of onion soup cooking.

Is this the Hephaestus?

I'm seeing him for the first time." Mrs. Weasley looked at the top of Hagrid's head in surprise.

I don't know whether I was surprised that the flame was alive or that Hagrid's hair was intact, so that he looked like a Weasley.

Harry dared to say that the first second Mrs. Weasley saw Hagrid, she probably thought that the person in front of her was that relative.

"Isn't it cute!" Hagrid touched the flame on his hair.

"Hello, Mrs. Weasley.

And long time no see Ron, Draco, Harry, Ginny." The flame on Hagrid's head began to spread to the ground, turning into a smaller flame figure, and the childish voice came out of the flame.

"Hello, little guy." Mrs. Weasley touched Hephaestus's head.

I have been reading the news just now, and the news in the author group.

I wanted to ask for leave, but I rushed to code it out.

Today is a special day. I want to say something, but I am afraid of touching the red line. Alas.

ps: Thank you Yuchi Jinyin for the monthly ticket and other classmates for the recommendation and subscription.