Ron-Weasly book 1

He was a head shorter than me. He had a dark green, intelligent face, a pointed beard, and, as I noticed, very long fingers and feet. He bowed as we walked inside. Now we were standing in front of a second set of doors, this time silver. The lines were engraved on them:

"Come in, stranger, but don't forget,

That greed has a sinful nature,

Who doesn't like to work, but likes to borrow,

It pays dearly, and you need to know that.

If you came for someone else, you're here.,

You'll never leave here."

Two goblins greeted us with bows as we passed through the silver doors and found ourselves in a huge marble hall. A hundred more goblins sat on high chairs behind a long counter, making notes in large ledgers, weighing coins on copper scales, and examining precious stones with magnifying glasses. There were more doors leading out of the hall than I could count, as other goblins let people in and out through them. Mom and my brothers came to the counter.

"Good morning," Mom said to the free goblin. "We're here to get some money from the Weasley safe."

"Do you have a key to it, ma'am?"

Molly took out a small bronze key and put it on the counter. The goblin studied him.

"Everything seems to be in order. Scoffer!"

Scoffer was also a goblin. We followed him to one of the doors.

Scoffer opened the door for us. We were standing in a narrow stone corridor lit by burning torches. The road sloped steeply down, and there were thin rails on the floor. The scoffer whistled, and a large cart clanked up to us. We climbed inside — we managed it with difficulty, but there were too many of us, and let's go.

At first, we raced through a maze of winding corridors. I tried to remember the way: left, right, left, left, straight ahead at the fork, left again, right again, but soon I gave up this useless task. The rattling cart seemed to know the way by itself, because Scoffer wasn't driving it.

Icy air blew over me, and my eyes stung, but I kept them wide open. At some point, it seemed to me that I noticed a flash of fire at the end of the corridor, and I quickly turned around to see if it was a dragon, but I was too late — the cart abruptly went down. She was currently passing by an underground lake, with stone columns growing on the ceiling and walls. Finally, we arrived at the place.

Scoffer unlocked the door. A cloud of green smoke erupted from inside, and when it cleared, I sighed in frustration. There was a pile of silver coins inside. A few gold pieces. A few more knuts.

The mother began to collect the coins in her bag. Oh, I hope we have enough for second-hand stuff. Even though Bill and Charlie are sending a portion of our salaries to help us, there's still not enough money for such a horde of schoolchildren. Unfortunately, some things need to be bought new. And they're expensive. I'll need to get a new wand in two or three years.

* * *

Another frantic cart race, and we were already standing outside the bank, squinting in the sunlight.

"Come on, kids, let's go to Malkin's first to get Percy's robes."

"Mom, why does Percy have new robes?"

"Because he's the prefect, Roni."

I grimaced. It's not enough for me to learn from this nerd at home, but he will also build us at school.

Madame Malkin turned out to be a squat, smiling sorceress dressed in mauve robes.

"Are we going to study at Hogwarts?" She asked before we could explain the purpose of our visit to her. "You've come to the right place."

"We only need robes for the older boy."

"Well, as you wish. Will you wait here or outside?"

"Here."

Madame Malkin placed Percy next to the mirror. Centimeters immediately spun around him. After that, she began to adjust the robes for him. After waiting for her to finish and paying for the purchase, we went outside.

We went into a shop to buy parchment and quills. They didn't go into the bookstore. They bought me a student boiler made of inert metal. Normal potions are not brewed in tin. But it's the most important thing for children to go to school. I need a cauldron to brew my potions. As a future adventurer magician, I must be able to assemble and use a first-aid kit.

Then we bought worn scales at a junk shop, and we also bought a folding copper telescope with good lenses. And a stack of textbooks. Yes, they looked ugly and were old, but what can you do.

Then we visited a pharmacy, where everything was so magical that I didn't even notice the terrible smell — it smelled of rotten eggs and rotten zucchini. Barrels of some kind of slime stood on the floor, glass jars with dried plants, crushed roots and colorful powders lined the walls, and bundles of feathers, fangs and curved claws hung from the ceiling. While Mom was talking to the pharmacist-we needed to buy all sorts of ingredients for making magic potions-I was studying silver unicorn horns worth twenty-one galleons each and tiny beetle eyes, shiny and black (five knuts per ladle).

I'm going to study at the guild and continue to mine ingredients and explore the magical world. It looks like you'll have to assemble a small team to do this. Or use golems? No, we need people anyway. We need a healer, and we should invite a couple more rangers. I think it will be possible to assemble a small group while still studying at the guild. After all, there are quite often tasks to extract ingredients in a magical forest or search for artifacts in destroyed cities.

"Well, that's it, you can walk down the alley and go home."

* * *

It was already afternoon, and the sun was sinking lower, when we walked back through Diagon Alley, then through the wall and entered the Leaky Cauldron, which no longer had a single customer. After moving home, we went to our rooms. I put my purchases in the trunk. I also leafed through my textbooks. I should at least read them before the school year.

"Ron, Percy, go to dinner." Mom called us downstairs.

"Yes, Mom," I shouted and rushed downstairs for a festive dinner.

Chapter 5 A trip to school.

August flew by unnoticed. I read textbooks, and in the afternoon I flew on an old broom with my brothers. Bill also advised me to exercise, saying I have to walk and run a lot if I want to fulfill my dream. Besides, it's worth getting a weapon besides a magic wand. He goes to work himself with a long silver-plated knife, almost a sword. Can I buy one too? If they do accept me...

* * *

On the last morning of August, I woke up at seven o'clock and couldn't sleep anymore, I was too excited. I got up and got into sweatpants -I probably shouldn't have gone to the train station in a wizard's robe, it was easier to change clothes on the train. Unfortunately, for security reasons, there was only one passage leading to the station and it was on the Muggle side. It's also enchanted to allow only wizards and squibs to pass. Although they do not possess magic in the full sense of the word, they have some abilities. But of course they are not accepted at Hogwarts. The platform is universal, so trains depart from it to simpler magic schools. Hogwarts is, in a sense, a school for the elite of the magical world. If you get there, you have high potential and they will try to get their hands on you after graduation. There are too few of us to waste magicians. Even Muggleborns, although they are usually weaker than purebloods and have no clue about our traditions.

I carefully studied the list of necessary books and things sent to me to make sure that I hadn't forgotten anything. After pressing up and shaking my abs, I picked the Scabers up on my shoulder and started pacing up and down the room, waiting for the rest of the Weasleys to wake up. Two hours later, my father stuffed huge suitcases into the trunk of our Ford, we all got inside and drove off.

We were at King's Cross station at ten-thirty sharp.

After unloading the chests and putting them on the carts, we headed to the train station.

There was a large plastic sign with the number nine above one platform, and a similar sign with the number ten above the other. There was nothing in the middle. How many people are here. I've never been in such a crowded place before. Mom put a Muggle distraction charm on us. And we took the trolleys at the station and rolled the chests forward.

I thought there'd be a whole bunch of Muggles here...

A boy with black hair sticking out in all directions and wearing round glasses turned sharply. Did he hear us? Muggleborn or something? He's kind of scared and dressed in nice clothes, but it's clearly not his size. Everything is hanging in a bag. Apparently, he's also after someone.

"So, what's your platform number?" The mother asked.

"Nine and three-quarters," Jeanie squeaked, tugging at her mother's arm. "Mom, can I go too?.."

"You're too young, Ginny, so calm down."

Mom took her sister with her so as not to leave her alone at home.

"Well, Percy, you go first."

My brother walked towards platforms nine and ten. A crowd of tourists passed between us, and when they finally passed, Percy had already disappeared.

"Fred, you're next," Mom commanded.

"I'm not Fred, I'm George." The twin she was addressing answered. "Tell me honestly, woman, how can you call yourself our mother? Can't you see that I'm George?"

"George, dear, I'm sorry," Mom said apologetically.

"I was joking, I'm actually Fred," said the brother and moved forward.

They're back with their favorite joke. They are really very difficult to distinguish. Even for us.

The other twin shouted after him to hurry up. And after a moment, Fred disappeared from sight, and Ginny and I were left. Now it was George's turn. He also went forward and disappeared as suddenly as the first brothers.

A black-haired boy with green eyes came up to us. Damn, they're almost glowing. Although my eyes are bright too. Only light blue ones. With a cart on which stood a chest, a cage with a white owl.

"Excuse me," he said timidly.

"Hello, dear." Mom smiled at him "Is this your first time going to Hogwarts? Ron, my youngest, is also a rookie."

She pointed at me.

"Yes," the boy confirmed. "But the thing is... The thing is, I do not know how..."

"...how to get on the platform," his mother finished understandingly for him, and the boy nodded. "Don't worry." She winked at him cheerfully. "All you have to do is go straight through the separation barrier between platforms nine and ten. The most important thing is that you can't stop and you can't be afraid that you'll crash into a barrier. If you're nervous, it's better to walk fast or run. You know, you better go right now, in front of Ron."

"Er..... Okay," the boy agreed. "He was obviously scared and was going to take the wall with a battering ram. Definitely Muggleborn."

He pushed his cart forward and looked at the barrier. Then he moved towards the barrier. He was constantly being pushed by people scurrying past, besides, the cart was very heavy for him. The boy leaned on the handrail of the cart and ran heavily. Approaching the barrier, he entered it and disappeared from sight.

Damn, it's time. I ran after him, pushing a heavy cart. In front of the barrier, I couldn't stand it and squeezed my eyes shut. Phew, it's gone. So, now I wouldn't hurt anyone. I stopped and walked away. Ginny ran out after me, then Mom came out.

I was on a crowded platform with a scarlet steam locomotive. I know Muggles haven't had them for a long time, but it suits us fine. The sign on the board read:

"Hogwarts Express. 11.00"

I looked back and saw that the ticket booth was gone, and in its place is an arch with a wrought iron gate and a sign:

"Platform number nine and three quarters"

Clouds of smoke spewed by the steam locomotive floated over the heads of the people gathered on the platform, and colorful cats scurried under their feet. I immediately hid the Scabers in my bosom. I should have done it earlier, but I was already so used to carrying it on my shoulder that I just didn't think about it. The smartest rat understands everything. But lazy... I could hear voices, the creaking of heavy trunks, and the disgruntled hoots of owls talking to each other.

The first few carriages were already packed with schoolchildren. They leaned out of the windows to have a last word with their parents, or fought for free seats. The boy with the black hair had already moved further along the train, peering into the windows of the carriages in search of a place. We continued to push through the crowd and finally stopped near the carriage, which was located almost at the very back of the train. The twins had already disappeared on the train.

The mother, standing by the carriage, called them.

"Fred? George? Are you here?"

"We're coming, Mom."

The mother suddenly pulled a handkerchief out of her pocket. I don't like it so much.

"Ron, there's something on your nose."

I tried to dodge, but she grabbed me and started rubbing the tip of my nose with a handkerchief.

"Mom, leave me alone!" I protested, but I only managed to free myself when my mother let me go.

"Oh, oh, oh, little Ronnie has a dirty nose." One of the twins sang mockingly.

"Shut up," I said.

"Where's Percy?" Mother asked.

There he goes.

The elder brother came over to the others. He had already changed his clothes, and he was wearing a black school uniform, and on his chest was a shiny silver badge with the letter "P".

"I'll just be a second, Mom," he said.

"I'm there, at the very beginning of the train, where they've allocated a carriage for prefect..."

It's starting again. How long can we talk about this? He hasn't shut up all summer.

"So you're the prefect now, Percy?" One of the twins was terribly surprised. "Why didn't you tell us, we didn't know."

"Come on, he seemed to be saying something to us," The second twin chimed in. "One day..."

"Or two," said the first.

"Or three," the second one continued.

"Or the whole summer..."

"Oh, shut up." Percy waved his hand.

"Why is it that Percy has a new uniform and we have an old one?" One of the twins caught himself, indignantly pointing at the brand-new robe.

"Because he's a prefect now." It was clear from the mother's voice that she was proud of her son. "Well, dear, I wish you a good study, and send an owl when you get there."

She kissed Percy on the cheek and he left. And then she turned to the twins.

"Okay, now you two. You have to behave yourself this year. If I get an owl telling me again that you've done something wrong— blown up the toilet or..."

"Blew up the toilet?" One of them was amazed.

"We have never blown up toilets."

"Why don't we try?" The second one chuckled. "Great idea, thanks, Mom."