The Ancient Wizards of Hogwarts

The Weasley family's Burrow.

When Ash appeared in the fireplace, standing in front of him was a plump lady with a kind face. She was the hostess of the Weasley family, Mrs. Molly Weasley.

Wearing a floral apron with a wand in the pocket, she stepped forward and hugged Ash, saying compassionately:

"Oh! Dear Ash, it's so good to see you!"

"I'm sorry to hear what happened to you, but don't worry, you can stay with us for as long as you want."

Mrs. Weasley's enthusiasm made Ash a little uncomfortable, but he did not reject contact with them. Because although Dumbledore is an old silver coin, one thing he said is right: the Weasley family are indeed very good people.

You may not get enough benefits from making friends with such people, but at least they won't harm you.

What's more, with the Veela blood here, Ash would have a hard time not being popular.

but……

"What identity did Dumbledore make up for me?"

Ash, who was being held by Mrs. Weasley, felt a little confused. He didn't know what kind of identity Dumbledore had made up for Mrs. Weasley.

But based on Mrs. Weasley's reaction, Ash believed that his life experience would not be very good - probably like Harry Potter, with both parents dead, no sister and no house, alone, wandering for half his life... In short, how pitiful is that? ed.

Dumbledore had two purposes for doing this. One was to let the Weasley family give him meticulous care from the bottom of their hearts. The other one didn't want Ash to return to the Black family.

Just like Snape allowed Ash to use Floo powder to come to Weasley's house alone, Dumbledore may also want to see if Ash will take the opportunity to escape - whether Dumbledore thinks so or not, at least Ash does. Think so, because it fits his stereotype of Dumbledore.

Mrs. Weasley is a very measured woman, so he quickly let go of Ash and introduced with a kind face:

"Ash, I think you must be hungry, come with me."

She took the packages from Ash's hands, led him into the kitchen, put the things on the table and said:

"I'm sorry, dinner is still being cooked, but you can have some croissants first. You're welcome, just treat this as your own home and you can sit down and eat it slowly."

The kitchen was small and rather cramped, with a clean wooden dining table and chairs in the middle. Just as Mrs. Weasley said, dinner wasn't ready yet, so there was only a plate of freshly baked croissants on the table.

Ash sat at the dining table and picked up a croissant under Mrs. Weasley's encouraging gaze.

Mrs. Weasley watched Ash take a bite of bread with a smile and asked:

"How is the taste?"

Ash swallowed and said sincerely:

"Seriously, it's awesome. I've never had bread that tastes so good."

He felt that it was reasonable to say so given the identity Dumbledore had given him.

Mrs. Weasley was obviously very helpful, and her smile became even wider:

"It's just an ordinary craft, as long as you like it."

At this moment, four boys of different ages returned to the house from the garden, and the youngest boy shouted:

"Mom, I'm hungry. When will we have dinner?"

Mrs. Weasley scowled and scolded:

"Ron, what did I tell you? Be polite when you have guests at home!"

The red-haired boy with freckles on his face shrank his head in fear. Next to him were his brothers. The one on the far left is the oldest, about fifteen or sixteen years old, and is taller than the others. The two boys in the middle look exactly the same, they are twins.

Mrs. Weasley lowered her head, her expression returned to kindness, pointed at the oldest of the four boys and said:

"Ash, this is Percy."

"Percy, this is Ash Black. He will stay here for a while. Well, he will live in Bill's room first. You can help him tidy up the room first, and then take him around to get familiar with the environment."

"Okay, Mom."

The oldest, red-haired, neatly dressed boy replied seriously.

One of the twins shouted dissatisfied:

"Mom, why don't you let us help?"

Another chimed in:

"Because she keeps calling us by the wrong names, Fred."

"No!"

Mrs. Weasley denied the fact that she often misidentified her son and said mercilessly:

"I don't call you because you are not as stable as Percy and are never reliable in what you do!"

George said plausibly:

"At least more reliable than Ron!"

Ron, who was lying innocently, raised his head and opened his mouth to refute, but after thinking about it for a while, he found that he couldn't seem to find a reason to refute.

This made him lower his head in frustration, and he almost cried in grievance.

"Sorry, Ash."

Mrs. Weasley bent down and said gently to Ash:

"I have to prepare dinner for you first, and you can walk around first."

"If you have any requests, you can ask Percy, and so can George and Fred. Although they are not very reliable, they are both good kids."

"I will, Mrs. Weasley," Ash said politely.

Mrs. Weasley nodded with satisfaction and told the children to take good care of Ash before going to prepare dinner.

Percy sat next to Ash and asked:

"How about we go to your room first?"

"Okay." Ash nodded slightly.

Percy thought for a while and ordered:

"Fred, George, help Ash get something."

"Ok, no problem!"

The twins responded excitedly, picked up the large and small bags on the table and followed them upstairs.

They followed a narrow passage to a rough staircase that wound up the length of the house. When they went upstairs, the door to the third floor suddenly opened, and a pair of bright brown eyes looked at them curiously through the crack in the door.

But when they reached the third floor, the door slammed shut again.

"That's Ginny, our youngest sister," said George.

Fred also spoke:

"Don't mind, she's a little shy."

Percy opened another door next to him and said:

"This is your room. Well, you can see what's missing and we can get it to you."

After a pause, Percy added, "If we have."

"Hey Ash!"

Fred approached Ash, pointed to the items wrapped in brown paper that he had just put aside, and asked with some anticipation:

"If you don't mind, could we help you unpack it?"

"Of course." Ash nodded and said:

"In fact, these are pretty common things on the admissions list."

With Ash's permission, Fred excitedly picked up the nearest brown paper bag and complained:

"No, Ash, you won't understand!"

George picked up another brown paper bag and muttered:

"Mom would never buy these for us. Even the books Fred and I use are the ones Bill and Charlie used!"

They just enjoy the thrill of opening new things because they rarely experience it.

Fred then explained:

"Bill and Charlie are our older brothers and they've graduated."

While they were talking, the two brothers had already opened the paper packages, revealing the brand-new books inside, exuding the fragrance of ink, with envy on their faces:

"Brand new textbook!"

"And new clothes!"

"George, I've never received such a gift on my birthday!"

"Hell, Fred, you and I have the same birthday, and neither do I!"

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival