Harry Potter: A Certain Ancient Rune Professor of Hogwarts (TL)

The outskirts of Ottery St Catchpole; Devon, is an expanse of undulating hills and fertile meadows where the Weasley family lives.

A blush appears on the horizon and a tall, lean young man emerges from the emerald green fields.

With brisk steps, Felix followed a winding path past the crumbling garage and stood in front of a small yard. In front of him is a skewed blocks of house, built up to the height of a few stories, with a sign slung in front of it, reading ” The Burrow”.

There are some high leather boots and a rusty crucible thrown near the gate. A few fat brown chickens were pecking in the yard.

Felix surveyed the place, just the layout of a house will give us a lot of stories – from the outside, the first level is the most exquisite, probably the original appearance of the Burrow, with a beautiful red roof. However, it seems the young Weasleys failed to realize that when more children were born, there would be obviously not enough space in the house for them, and on top of the first level, a second and third level was added …

Thus, the house as a whole began to develop in a strange and bizarre direction.

The door to the house suddenly opened, Arthur Weasley welcomed Felix inside, and they came to the narrow kitchen, where a long, cleanly polished wooden table took up most of the space, surrounded by boxes and cabinets, Mrs. Weasley tied an apron and clanked away at the sink, cooking, and a quirky little tune came from the old radio.

“Hello, Professor Hap.” Mrs. Weasley said enthusiastically as she turned back from her busy schedule, she pointed her wand towards the crucible, and it immediately burst into flames, then its lid jumped up and Mrs. Weasley put in the chopped sausages and vegetables, “Join us for some breakfast, I’ve made Gumbo, with dry cheese and buttered bread.”

Felix smiled and thanked her.

She turned to Mr. Weasley again and said, “Honey, go wake up the kids.” Before she could receive a response, there was a loud “crackling” explosion from upstairs, and Mrs. Weasley’s hand shook as the plate hit the sink and a corner cracked.

“Don’t be angry, Molly, I’ll go and teach them a lesson.” Mr. Weasley hurried upstairs.

“There they are at it again … fiddling with their prank products all day long, only to get back four certificates,” she huffed, fixing the plate with her wand, “and not even bothering to come down and help when they wake up… …”

She directed the washed dishes to fly to the long wooden table, while explaining, “Charlie and Bill will be back in a few days, and there are only five children in the house now.”

Felix said, “I met Charlie some time ago.”

Mrs. Weasley, whose attention got drawn to him, inquired about her second son’s recent condition, and she said with some concern, “He keeps telling me the job is safe, but that’s a dragon after all …”

“He’s got a solid group of teammates.” Felix said, picking lighter topics like feeding the dragon some roast meat and stuff, but Mrs. Weasley was visibly shaken, so he switched and talked about Charlie’s captain, who had been tussling with a cute little Norwegian Ridgeback all day over a Brandy.

“That doesn’t sound very clever.” Mrs. Weasley said dubiously.

“Ahem! They’re bonding, it’s more like a game …” Felix said, as he paced around the living room, surveying the wall clock, which, unlike the one in the kitchen that served as a day-to-day reminder, had nine golden hands with what looked like a spoon at the end of the hand with a picture of each family member attached to it; the clock on the dial, where the numbers should have been, written with the possible locations of each family member instead, including “Home,” “School,” “Work,” “In Transit,” “Lost,” “Dentist,” and so on, and in the place where the clock would normally be at 9 o’clock, it marked with a word “Mortal Peril”.

Felix secretly speculated about the magic used in this item, the tracking spell is definitely there, as well as the name spell, the magic to detect the state of the body … Maybe the wall clock itself represents a kind of magic contract.

Not long after two red-haired boys came down from upstairs, it is Fred and George, the twins in their pyjamas, eyes constantly searching, then spotted Felix who is surveying the wall clock, then their eyes lit up.

“Professor, you are true to your word!”

“Where are we going later? I heard Percy say that you grew a castle out-”

“What kind of magic is that? Can we learn it?”

“Are you going to acquire Zonko?”

Mrs. Weasley came out of the kitchen, thrusting her back and examining the two boy’s attire with a stern look on her face, “Look at you two! What do you look like? Change your clothes, there are guests here.”

The twins hung their heads bashfully and turned to go upstairs, Fred couldn’t stop himself from saying, “Professor, wait for us, we have a new product, I-”

“Fred!” The twins’ mother said in a stern voice.

Fred immediately hunched his shoulders and pushed George up the stairs, and before he disappeared he poked his head out and said playfully, “Mom, I’m actually George.”

A muffled voice came from beside him, “You’re talking nonsense-”

“Don’t think you can escape saying that-” Mrs. Weasley’s chest puffed out in anger, but the twins stomped their feet deliberately, making clunking footsteps and pretending they couldn’t hear, and from about the first floor a voice yelled angrily, ” Can’t you guys keep your voices down!”

Mrs. Weasley filled the dishes with food, “That’s Percy, he should be writing his report … he’s just joined the Ministry of Magic, so he’s very motivated and desperate to do something.”

Felix chuckled, “Fred and George are also working hard, and their couple’s mirror is very popular.” He didn’t mention the odd prank product.

” That … too,” Mrs. Weasley paused, “I just think it’s too early for them to be thinking about making money when they’re still two years away from graduation.”

“Mrs. Weasley, they just picked something they love early, you should know them best, with their personalities, what kind of work do you think they will be doing after graduation?”

Mrs. Weasley’s expression wavered, and as much as she hated to admit it, she couldn’t imagine that the pair of living babies would one day dress to the nine to five work in the Ministry of Magic. Or rather, any job that had anything to do with routine didn’t seem to go well with them.

At this moment, Mr. Weasley returned, followed by a little girl with fiery red hair, she is the youngest Weasley child Ginny, is looking at Felix with a curious face, he is dressed today without a little shadow of the Magic world.

Ron yawned as he walked behind, his eyes half-closed as if he were sleepwalking, and Percy and the twins appeared last, Percy with his hair neatly combed and wearing a slate suit.

“I’m following Mr. Crouch now, as his assistant, and it’s been a full day, we’re going to the Quidditch World Cup site today.” Percy described his job, admiring his boss so much that, as far as Felix could see, he’s intentionally imitating Barty Crouch’s attire.

The twins squeezed each other’s eyes and tried to say something, but Mrs. Weasley caught them early, “No talking during eating.”

Fred whined, “Mom is so biased, she doesn’t care about Percy.”

“Yeah, because he’s in charge of seven or eight people as a little head …”

“More than Dad.”

“But what’s his job again?”

“Weatherby, smooth out the lot-”

“There’s a shortage of two hundred seats in the south gallery-”

Ron and Ginny lowered their heads, the corners of their mouths scrunched up in exaggerated grins as they stifled their laugh. Percy became furious: “You’re snooping through my notes!”

Mr. Weasley coughed twice, “Children …” He gestured toward Mrs. Weasley, who held up a spoon of soup in one hand, her eyes blazing like an angry lion, and they immediately subsided.

The twins emptied their plates in three or two sittings, while Felix put down his knife and fork and said to the Weasleys, “Thank you for your hospitality. Oh, Mrs. Weasley, no need to add more, I’ve already had three bowls of soup …”

Outside the Burrow, the twins each carried a large bag containing their latest research.

“There are seven kinds of fireworks that can be immobilized in midair for a long time!”

“Well, we have plenty of time to discuss, now hold on my arm firmly.” Felix said as the twins held his left and right hand, “Is it an Apparition? We were so close to–” The three of them twisted and disappeared together.

They appeared in an alley in a London neighbourhood, and the twins surveyed their surroundings curiously, staring at a giant dustbin, “Professor, isn’t this Diagon Alley?”

“Shopping,” Felix said, “need to change you guys first in case you scare someone, we’ve got a full day ahead of us.”

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