Ron-Weasly book 1

"It's not funny," the mother snapped. "And keep an eye on Ron."

"Don't worry, we won't let little Ronnie get hurt..."

It's better to be unattended than with them. They're constantly testing their jokes on everyone. The potion makers are unfinished. It is worth eating only in the great hall and away from this couple.

"Shut up," I muttered again. Although I was younger than the twins, we were all about the same height. I had stretched out quite a lot in the last year, so my brothers' clothes were a little too short for me.

"Yes, Mom, you can't imagine," George began. "Guess who we just met on the train?"

"Do you remember the black-haired boy who stood next to us at the train station?" Fred asked the woman. "Do you know who he is?"

"Who is it?"

"Harry Potter!" It was George, I think, who exclaimed.

Oh, what's going to happen now. I looked at my sister.

"Oh, Mom, can I get on the train and look at him? Mom, please..."

Well. Who would doubt it.

"You've seen him before, Ginny. And don't stare at the poor boy like he's an animal in a zoo. Is it really him, Fred? How do you know that?"

I didn't guess right.

"I asked him," Fred explained. "I saw his scar and asked. But the scar is actually what they say — it looks like a zipper."

"Oh, poor thing, no wonder he was alone!" Mom exclaimed. "I was still thinking: why isn't anyone seeing him off? He's so polite, so well-mannered."

Alone?! He's a hero, but he looks like there's just no one to take care of him?! strange. It says in the books that Director Dumbledore hid him with his relatives in a safe place. I didn't know the Potters were poor either.

"Come on, that's not the point," one of the twins interrupted her. "Do you think he remembers what You-Know-Who looks like?"

The mother suddenly became stern.

"I forbid you to ask him about it, Fred. Don't even think about it. Does he really need to be reminded of this today?"

"Come on, come on, I won't. The train driver's whistle sounded loudly.

"Come on, hurry up!" the woman said, and the three of us climbed into the car and, remaining in the vestibule, blew kisses to my sister and mother. My sister suddenly burst into tears. Apparently she was upset that she was staying alone in the Burow. At least I used to play chess with her.

"Come on, Ginny, we're going to fill you up with owls," one of the twins comforted her.

"We'll send you a toilet bowl from the school bathroom," promised the second.

"George!" Mom exclaimed indignantly.

"I'm just kidding, Mom."

The train started moving. I saw my mother waving at us, and Ginny, either laughing or crying, running after the car. But soon she fell behind because the train was picking up speed.

The train swerved slightly to the right, and the platform disappeared from view. Houses flashed by outside the window. We walked down the train.

But this is my chance to get to know him. Maybe you can even become his friend?

"And where is the compartment where Harry is sitting?"

"We'll show you now." Said one of the brothers. After five minutes of walking, we were already standing under the door of the compartment.

I opened the door a crack and looked inside.

"Is it free here?" I asked the black-haired boy from the train station, pointing to the seat opposite. "In others, there is nowhere to sit at all."

He nodded, and I quickly sat down. So don't stare at the open. I stole a glance at him, but immediately shifted my gaze, pretending that I was very interested in the landscape outside the window.

"Hey, Ron!" the twins called out to me as they looked into the compartment. "We'll go. Lee Jordan is riding two cars away from us, he's carrying a giant tarantul with him."

Damn, couldn't they not say the last thing? I really dislike spiders after their next joke. After all, a thirty-centimeter spider instead of a teddy bear is scary.

"Go on," I mumbled.

"Harry, we still haven't introduced ourselves to you." The twins were smiling. "Fred and George Weasley. And this is our brother Ron. I'll see you later."

"See you later," Harry and I said almost simultaneously. And the twins were gone.

"Are you really Harry Potter?" I blurted out, I was bursting with the desire to ask this question. I hope this isn't another prank by these red-haired assholes.

Harry nodded.

"Oh, I thought this was another Fred and George joke," I exhaled. "You really have one... Well, you know..."

I held out my finger, pointing at Harry's forehead. Harry ran a hand through his hair, exposing his forehead. When I saw the scar, I didn't take my eyes off it.

"So this is where You-Know-Who is..."

"Yes," Harry confirmed. "But I don't remember that."

"Don't you remember anything at all?" I was hoping for the opposite. "Well, nothing at all?"

"I just remember a lot of green light, that's all."

Hmm, judging by the description, it looks like Avada. But they don't survive after it.

"Wow," I shook my head. I sat and stared at Harry, not taking my eyes off, as if fascinated, but then I caught myself and stared out the window.

"Do you have wizards in your family?" Harry asked. It seemed like he was interested in me too.

"Uh... yeah. I think so," I said after some thought. "I think Mom has a cousin, he's a squib, he works as an accountant, but we never talk about him."

We need to ask him in more detail about his appearance.

"I heard that you lived with relatives." There was a terrible curiosity in my eyes. "What are they like anyway?"

"Terrible... Probably not all of them, though. But my aunt, uncle, and cousin are terrible. They're all Muggles and they hate magic, can you imagine? I wish I had three magical brothers like you."

Yeah, I guess I guessed right. But who gave Potter to Muggles, doesn't he have an uncle and family on his father's side?

"I have five of them." My voice was not at all cheerful. "I'm the sixth. And now I have to do everything to be better than them. Bill was the best student at school, Charlie played quidditch, and wore the captain's armband. And Percy has become a prefect. Fred and George, of course, do all sorts of nonsense, but they have good grades, and everyone loves them. And now everyone expects me to study as well as my brothers. But even if it does, it won't do anything, because I'm the youngest. So I need to become better than them, and I don't think I can do it. Besides, when you have five brothers, you never get anything new. So I'm going to school with all the old ones-I got the uniform from Bill, the magic wand from him too, and the rat from Percy.

I started to share my pain. Then he reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out a fat gray rat that was sleeping peacefully.

No, to think that he had fallen asleep again.

"His name is Skabers, and he's completely useless— he sleeps all day. Dad gave Percy an owl when he found out he was going to be a prefect, and I wanted one too, but they don't have a ma... I wanted to say that I got a rat instead."

My ears are red. It looks like I said a lot of unnecessary things. I stopped talking and looked out the window.

Harry paused and said that he had never had any money of his own. And about how he wore old clothes for Dudley and never got proper birthday presents. I cheered up a bit. Maybe I can really make friends with him? But I'll have to write to my mom about the gifts, even if it makes him happy for the new year. She said that our family knew his parents well.

"And until Hagrid told me, I didn't even know I was a wizard," Harry continued. "And I didn't know anything about my parents or Voldemort..."

I pulled away from him, clutching the seat. Even brave wizards still don't pronounce that name. Is he crazy?

"What are you doing?" Harry was surprised.

"You called You-Know-Who by name!" There was fear and respect in my voice. "I thought it was you..."

"I wasn't trying to be brave," Harry explained. "I just didn't know that you can't pronounce that name. Now do you understand what I was saying? I still don't know so much, I still have so much to learn... And I'm afraid... I'm afraid that I'll be the worst student in school", it seems that this thought has been bothering him for a long time. I should cheer him up. I had a wand myself, but my mother forbade me to do magic. And I only got it this summer.

"Don't be afraid," I reassured him. "There are a lot of students at the school who grew up in Muggle families, and they learn everything pretty quickly. After all, the school has a pretty strong selection process. They just don't take idiots there. All graduates of Hogwarts must pass the Owl at least satisfactorily, and a conversation with a future employer begins with good grades. Some even require excellent grades in their core subjects.

Unfortunately, Muggleborns have problems with the higher branches of magic, which require a large reserve. That's where all these ministry bans came from. Although some rituals are really creepy.

While we were chatting, the train had left London and was now speeding past fields and meadows where cows and sheep grazed. Harry and I fell silent, looking out the window. He seemed to be interested in everything, and I was thinking about what I could talk about with him. And is it even worth being friends? After half an hour of thought, I decided it was worth it. Even with such a small amount of knowledge and problems in the family, he will be useful. And I liked him as a person.

At about half past one, there was a knock from the vestibule, and then a smiling woman with a dimple in her chin looked into the compartment.

"Would you guys like something to eat?"

Harry jumped up hastily when he heard the tempting offer. My ears turned red again, and I muttered that I had brought sandwiches with me. So Harry went out into the hallway alone.

A few minutes later, he returned loaded with purchases and dumped them on the seat. I looked at the small pile of sweets. Won't it tear?

"Are you that hungry?" I asked him.

"I'm starving," Harry replied, unwrapping a pumpkin cookie and taking half a bite at once.

I pulled a paper bag out of my suitcase and took out four sandwiches. Damn, again.

"She always forgets that I don't like smoked beef," I said sadly.

"I'm changing it to my own." Harry handed me a cookie. "Come on, join us..."

"No, you won't like these sandwiches— the meat is dry and there's no sauce," I shook my head and tensed up. "Mom just forgot-she has a lot of us..."

"Come on, eat." Harry nodded at his sweets. Well okay. The meat is really overdried. She keeps forgetting that I don't like beef. I moved to his seat and held out my hand to the slide. Well, their sandwiches. I'll leave it as a stash or give it to Percy. He likes beef.

"What's this?" Harry asked, picking up a package of "chocolate frogs". "They're not real frogs, are they?"

I almost laughed at the thought of his face when he unwrapped the frog.

"No, they're not real, they're just made in the shape of frogs, but they're made of chocolate, and look, they're kicking and if you hesitate, they can jump away, really not far." I smiled. "If you eat, don't throw the liner away — I don't have enough Agrippa..."

What?" don"t undestend Harry.

"Oh, of course you don't know," I asked. "There are collectible cards inside. From the series "Famous witches and wizards". Many guys collect them. I have about five hundred of them, but Agrippa isn't here, and neither is Ptolemy, I think."

Harry unwrapped the frog and pulled out a card. She tried to run away, but he automatically jerked his hand and grabbed her, after which he put it in his mouth. Hmm, he only needs to be a hunter on the team. Good reflexes and a good build. But he's going to have trouble buying a broom. After chewing on the chocolate, Harry began to turn the card over in his hands.

"So that's what Dumbledore is like!" He exclaimed.

"Don't tell me you've never heard of Dumbledore!" I protested. "Maybe I'll take one of the "frogs" — maybe Agrippa will get caught..."

Of course, I was more attracted to chocolate. But the cards are also interesting, but it's quite difficult to get the right one there.

Harry turned the card over and began to read the insert.

Then he turned the card over again and was surprised.

"He's gone somewhere!" he yelled.

I looked at him in surprise.

"But you didn't expect him to be here all day," I noticed. "He'll be back. But I've got Morgana again, and I've already got six of them. Why don't you take it and start collecting?"

I looked around at the bunch of "frogs" that were waiting to be unwrapped. I love chocolate.

"Help yourself," Harry offered, following the direction of my gaze. "By the way, did you know that among Muggles, if a person is photographed, then he does not disappear from the photo?"

What's the truth? It's so boring. Although it can be useful.

"What are you talking about?" I was terribly surprised. "What, they're not moving at all? Well done!"

Harry stared at the card until Dumbledore's image appeared on it again. Soon he had eight of these cards. It took a long time before Harry put aside the last of his collection. He stared at her for ten minutes.

"You should be careful," I advised, noticing that Harry had picked up a bag of pills. "It says they have very different tastes, so that's the real truth. No, there are quite normal flavors there — orange, say, or chocolate, or mint, but sometimes you come across spinach, or kidneys, or tripe. George claims that he somehow came across a candy with a taste of snot."

He might be joking, but I've come across some pretty nasty candies.

I chose a green dragee, examined it carefully, and took a bite.

"Ugh!" I grimaced. "Brussels sprouts!"

We had a lot of fun eating these pills.

The area outside the window has changed dramatically. The cultivated fields were replaced by forests, rivers and green hills. Someone knocked on the door of the compartment. Neville Longbottom appeared in the doorway, whom I passed as we walked along the platform. He looked like he was about to cry.

"Excuse me," said the boy, "Have you seen a toad here?"

Harry and I shook our heads together, and Neville began to wail. Mom says that his parents were also friends of our family, but something happened to them and now Neville is being raised by his grandmother. And she's worse than our Aunt Muriel.

"I've lost her! She's always running away from me!"

"She'll be there," Harry assured him.

"Yes, I suppose so," Neville said sadly "Well, if you see her..."

And with that, he left.

"I don't understand why he's so worried." I shrugged my shoulders. "If I had been carrying a toad with me, I would have lost it on the platform. Although my rat is not much better than a toad, so it's not for me to talk about it."