Ron-Weasly book 2

We quickly left the kitchen and walked down a narrow hallway to a lopsided staircase that ran up through the house. On the third landing, the door to the room was open. As we passed by, the door slammed shut.

"This is Ginny," I explained. "She's so shy, and it really torments her. Actually, her door is always wide open."

They walked down two more flights and stopped at a peeling door with a sign on it: "Roland's Room."

I was named after a knight, and Harry was actually Harold, I asked. However, he says his aunt indicated it in the documents.

I opened the door, and Harry and I found ourselves in a small room with a low, sloping ceiling that almost touched the top of his head. I used to hook the ceiling with my head in low places where the roof went downhill. Everything in the room was ablaze with shades of bright orange: the bedspread, the walls, even the ceiling. Every inch of the old wallpaper was covered with posters depicting the same seven witches and wizards in bright orange cloaks, holding a broom in one hand, waving greetings with the other. How much time did Bill and Charlie take for that... I wish they had bought me a new wand. Even though I asked for a new one at the beginning of the summer, I was told that I would have to suffer for a year or two because of Gini.

"What is your favorite team?" Harry asked.

"Peddle guns," I replied, waving my hand at the orange bedspread, which was decorated with two huge black letters "P" and a flying cannonball. "Ninth place in the League."

School textbooks lay in uneven piles in the corner of the room, next to comics, almost the entire series "Patrick Piggs, the Crazy Muggle." On the windowsill is a sun-drenched aquarium full of frog eggs, with a magic wand on it. Charlie asked to breed some magical frogs. They say they are very tasty. Nearby, a fat gray rat is dozing in the sun.

Harry stepped over a self-shuffling deck of cards and looked out the small window. He turned to me, and I froze nervously, waiting for the verdict.

"It's a little small, of course," I said. "Not like your room at the Dursleys. And definitely under the nook of a ghoul. He's up there in the attic, howling and banging on the pipes."

"I think it's the most beautiful house in the world." Harry said happily, smiling all over his face.

I felt my ears turn pink.

"Make yourself comfortable, I'll go get a cot now."

"Where to?"

"Into the basement. We have a warehouse there and Mamina's potion factory."

"All kinds of healing and strengthening potions. Mind you, she'll feed them to you. You're so skinny."

Part 2.

Our house was a mess. Something was constantly making itself felt in him: it was making noise, knocking, falling. Mirrors gave advice. There was a ghoul in the attic who sometimes felt that life in the house was too quiet and measured. And he began to howl, accompanying himself with blows on the water pipes. And there was always something exploding in the twins' room. I'm used to this, but Harry was scared at first. But then I got used to it. He even started sticking his tongue out at the mirror when it talked about a comb.

Mom gave us a pair of fresh socks every morning, and at each meal she stuffed several supplements into Harry. After all, my friend is so skinny. At dinner, his father would sit Harry down next to him and bombard him with questions about Muggle life. He was particularly concerned about electrical appliances and the work of the postal service.

"Well, well!" he rubbed his hands in anticipation, having heard from Harry about the phone. How many things they made up! And what else can they do without magic? Well, I'll sort it out and enchant it. And then I'll install it at home.

A week after we arrived at the Burrow, we received letters from Hogwarts. It was a clear, sunny morning. Dad, Mom, and Jeanie were already having breakfast in the kitchen, and Harry and I soon came down. In the blink of an eye, she ducked under the table for a bowl and came back out red as a crab. Harry sat down in his seat and took a plate full of toast from his mother's hands. And he looked at his friend with displeasure. He'll be chewing naked bread again.

"Harry, honey, take some orange jam."

"Thank you, Aunt Molly."

"Here, take some more tea, don't eat it in dry water. Ron, do you want another chop?"

"Yes, thanks Mom."

We began to eat. When we were just finishing breakfast, Dad appeared in the kitchen.

"Boys, there are letters for you from school." With that, my father handed Harry and me an envelope each. The envelopes were identical, made of yellow parchment with the address written in green ink. "McGonagall already knows that we have you, nothing will escape her."

The door opened and Fred and George came into the kitchen, both still in their pajamas.

"We've finally arrived. This is for you." Dad handed the twins the same envelopes.

The kitchen was quiet for about five minutes. We plunged into reading. Outside, my parents and I go in search of Harry. We walked down the street. So it's like Hagrid is coming. He even took off his favorite jacket and was wearing pants and a plaid shirt. And who's next to him? Well, he's dirty.... Where did that get him?

"Harry!" Taking a deep breath and waving his hand in greeting, my father shouted. "We were hoping you didn't get past one of the bars." He wiped his shiny bald spot. "Molly was almost crazy with worry.

Dad summoned the silver fox and sent it to his mother, saying:

"Molly, dear, Harry has been found. We're at the bank."

"Which fireplace did you come out of, Harry?" I asked.