vncnus Chapter 45 Returning to the Burrow: Harry Recognizes His Adopted Sister
Chapter 45 Returning to the Burrow: Harry Recognizes His Adopted Sister
Now, Mrs. Weasley was about to help Harry carry his luggage when, with a wave of her wand, there was a tearing sound as the luggage ripped open and several heads rolled out.
It was nighttime, with only a few stars shining. Fred and George, seeing only a blur, assumed that Harry had killed someone on his way here. They couldn't bring themselves to joke and both screamed in alarm.
"Harry! You killed someone? Was it a Muggle or a wizard?"
"Wait, did you cast a forgetting spell on them?"
The two chattered away, coming up with all sorts of ways to destroy the evidence. Mrs. Weasley's face darkened as she listened, and she waved her wand, casting a silencing spell.
"Enough! Do you two think Harry is some kind of dark wizard?"
She stood beside Harry, looking closely, and saw clearly that what was rolling on the ground were the heads of three animals: a pig, a cow, and a sheep.
"Harry, what are you going to do with these heads?"
"I don't recall any potions that require animal heads."
Harry cupped his hands and said, "Madam, please forgive me, it is not for brewing potions, but because I admire the noble spirit of Peach Garden. I have prepared sacrificial offerings of pigs and sheep to swear an oath of brotherhood with Ron and Sister Hermione."
"That damned bastard Dobi has been messing with my mind and body, exhausting my strength and delaying me for quite some time. Now these three sacrificial animals are rotting."
It should be noted that there is no such thing as sworn brotherhood in England, so Mrs. Weasley was puzzled when she heard about it. She only thought that Harry wanted to get close to Ron and Hermione, so why use this Muggle etiquette?
She laughed and said, "It's alright, Harry. The Burrow has some pigs and chickens. As for cow and sheep heads, I'll have George go to the Muggle village to buy them tomorrow."
Harry exclaimed and bowed deeply, "In that case, Harry thanks you in advance, Madam."
"Oh, Harry, you're such a polite little wizard. I'd be happy if Ron and the others were half as well-behaved as you."
Ron and the others were secretly astonished upon hearing this, but dared not utter a sound.
Is Harry polite?
That only proves that Snape's mouth really did lead him to a cow's ass.
After collecting their luggage, the Weasley brothers escorted Harry into the house, where they saw:
In the east wing, a crucible sits next to a medicine rack; in the west wing, a winnowing basket weighs down a shovel and pickaxe. Robes hung to dry by the south window are patched upon patched; the clock on the north wall ticks away. A howling ghoul lurks in the attic; noisy goblins lie in wait in the garden. Truly, though small, it has everything one needs.
Seeing Harry peek out, Ron looked a little embarrassed. "Well, this place might not be very nice. It's probably not as good as your place on Privet Drive."
"Oh dear, brother, why do you say that? We are men of the martial world, we only recognize loyalty! What do we care about the golden palace with its glazed tiles, cold and devoid of any human warmth? It's not as comfortable as snoring with my brother in the pigsty."
These words struck a chord deep within, touching the very core of one's being. Not to mention Ron, even Arthur Weasley, who was reading the newspaper and drinking tea by the fireplace, hurriedly put on his spectacles to get a good look at the newcomer.
"Oh! Harry Potter!" The gaunt middle-aged man jumped to his feet. "Good heavens, you've finally arrived!"
"My name is Arthur, Arthur Weasley."
Arthur, his head thinning and his face beaming with eagerness, hurried forward to shake Harry's hand. "Ron told me a lot about you. I never imagined a first-year wizard could do that—"
Before he could finish speaking, Mrs. Weasley came in from the kitchen, shouting, "Arthur! Your son took your flying car out today!"
"Oh? How's the flight—cough, I mean they really shouldn't have done that."
Mrs. Weasley was so angry that her chest swelled up like a bullfrog's, and she grabbed a spatula and started arguing with Arthur.
Ron was annoyed by what he heard, so he called Harry upstairs. "Come on, Harry, I'll take you to your room. They're always arguing."
The two went upstairs, and Ron knocked on Ginny's door. After two knocks, the door opened abruptly. Hermione saw Harry and immediately opened her arms to hug him tightly.
"Harry! You scared me to death! When you suddenly turned around in the woods and said you were going to kill Dobby, I was worried about you all day."
Ron said in surprise, "This is not like you. I thought you would go back and persuade Harry."
"You think I didn't want to? I didn't know how to control that armor!" Hermione said angrily, hands on her hips. "I circled around St. Catchpoll's Village several times before I finally mustered the courage to pull it off!"
Half a month later, the three of them are now gathered together, and they have so much to say to each other.
Ron invited, "Come on, let's talk in my room. I still have some wine that Fred helped me get."
"Oh, Ginny," Hermione said, turning around. "I'll come back tomorrow to talk to you about things to be careful about at school, okay?"
Ginny, the youngest of the Weasley Seven, was usually a lively and energetic girl, but when she saw Harry, she twisted the hem of her clothes with all ten fingers, becoming even more shy than a pampered young lady who rarely left her home.
Ron whispered to Harry, "My sister is a huge fan of yours."
Harry understood immediately.
He intended to approach and speak with Ginny, but then remembered that this was a woman's private room and that men and women should maintain proper decorum. He stopped at the door, cupped his hands, and said:
"Ginny, please don't stand on ceremony. Ron and I are sworn brothers, even blood brothers wouldn't be as close as him."
"Just treat me like your older brother, little sister. I'll do whatever you ask."
Having said that, he took out twenty Galleons from his own person as a gift to his sister.
Ginny had always admired Harry, and now that she had seen him in person, she realized he was indeed a man of extraordinary character, magnanimous and righteous.
She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she was extremely careful in every move she made, lest she make a fool of herself and be looked down upon by Harry.
"Oh, okay, Harry."
Harry's brother?
Ron recited these words from the bottom of his heart, and all 36,000 pores on his body opened up, breaking out in a cold sweat. His body felt as if it had been struck by lightning, numbness spreading from the top of his head to his tailbone, and then down his calves to between his toes.
"Ugh, Ginny, please be normal. You look like your soul has been sucked away by a Dementor."
Ron grimaced and gagged, which annoyed Ginny so much that she gritted her teeth inwardly. Without saying a word, Ron dragged Harry and Hermione back to their room.
After closing the door, they pulled out a bottle of strong liquor from under the bed, gathered some food, and began to discuss who the owner of the Dobby was.
Unfortunately, despite consuming all the strong liquor and food, they still couldn't reach a conclusion. So, they all went back to their rooms to sleep.
When they awoke, the sun was high in the sky. Ron and Hermione went outside and saw Harry had set up an altar with plenty of fruits and vegetables on it.
Ron blinked. "Harry, what's up now?"
Harry laughed and said, "Of course I will become sworn brothers with my brothers and eldest sister."
They were bound by a bond of brotherhood, sharing life and death, encountering a giant monster in the washroom; they endured hardships together, chasing after a strange creature through a makeshift door. Their loyalty and righteousness were boundless, their true feelings revealed through mutual trust and camaraderie. Gathered in their humble abode, their bond was strong, and they swore an oath of brotherhood to stay together forever. To find out what happens next, please read the next chapter.