Ron-Weasly book 1. V2

Chapter 4.3 unexpected visits

You should be careful," I advised, noticing that Harry had picked up a bag of nuts in Bertie-Bots glaze. 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 raw kidneys, or liver. They say werewolves love them. George claims that he somehow came across a candy with a taste of snot. And I often come across green candies. It's not clear if there's an apple, watermelon, or any kind of grass.

Maybe my brother was joking, but I came across some pretty nasty candies. I chose a green candy, examined it carefully, and took a bite.

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

We had a lot of fun eating these candies. Harry even took a bite out of the ash-gray candy, even though I warned him that it was obviously not tasty. Then he grimaced, spat it out, and washed it down with the rest of the pumpkin juice.

"Pepper."

The area outside the window has changed dramatically. The cultivated fields were replaced by forests, rivers and green hills. We've probably already entered the magical passageway and are driving along the frontier.

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? A big, green one..."

Harry and I both shook our heads, and Neville started complaining, wiping tears from his eyes. 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 already in her late twenties, and she's worse than our Aunt Muriel. They say she studied at the same time as Professor Dumbledore. Only at the Slytherin house, and she was very upset when her only son went to Gryffindor. And then he started working in Aurora instead of working on the family greenhouses with medicinal herbs.

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

"She'll be there," Harry assured him. "I read in science classes that toads reach for water, look in the toilet."

""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."

The rat was still asleep, snuggled in my bosom.

"Maybe he's dead a long time ago, or maybe he's asleep-it doesn't make any difference. It looks the same," I said wistfully. "He's just an old guy already, he's been staying with Percy for ten years, according to Mom. Yesterday I tried to enchant it to turn egg yellow — I thought it would look more interesting that way. But it didn't work out. I'll show you now, look..."

I took my wand out of the holster on my arm. It was chipped in several places, and there was a glint of white hair at the end of the wand. Oh, couldn't they at least buy a new wand this year... no, I understand that it suited me, but it's going to fall apart soon. Although, Bill bought himself a new one in his fifth year, maybe I'll buy one for myself. Fred and George made a lot of money selling potions, although they brewed funny potions.

"The unicorn's hair is almost out," I remarked sheepishly. "So..."

Before I could raise my wand, the compartment door opened again. The chubby boy appeared on the doorstep again, but this time there was a girl with thick brown hair with him, who had already changed into a school uniform. Her front teeth were a little too big. I went over the children of wizards in my memory. Half-blood or Muggleborn?

"Has anyone seen a toad? Neville lost her, and I'm helping him find her. Have you seen her or not?" The girl asked in a downright bossy tone. Should I advise them to find a prefect or not? No, well, them...

"He's been here before, and we told him we hadn't seen him," I answered, but the girl didn't seem to be listening to me, her attention was focused on the magic wand in my hands.

"Oh, are you showing miracles? Come on, we'll take a look too." She sat down on an empty seat, and I got nervous. No, what a girl.

"Uh, uh," I said hesitantly. "Well, okay."

I cleared my throat and raised my wand again:

"Fat stupid rat,

turn yellow

and become the same as an egg,

like a bright baby bird."

I recited the rhyme that I had heard from Fred and waved my wand as he had shown me yesterday, but nothing happened. Damn, yesterday at least the paws turned yellow, but now nothing happened at all. The brat was still gray and still sleeping peacefully. Damn, it didn't work out again. Was my brother joking? I spent half an hour trying to persuade him to tell me how they turned the Brat green at Christmas to his indignant squeak. They were reciting some rhyme in Latin, and he told me to speak in English.

"Are you sure this is the right spell?" The girl asked. "It's not working, haven't you noticed?"

"Fred painted Percy the rat green in front of me for Christmas after reading a funny rhyme."

"Yes? Maybe it was a childish outburst of magic, I read about it. By the way, I've taken some simple spells out of books to practice a little, and everything worked out. Try saying mutare colorem and imagine that the rat turns yellow. This transfiguration spell takes place in the third year."

"mutare colorem." I imagined a Brat with bright yellow fur.

"Pee! Pee!"

It worked! Hooray, he's yellow as a chicken. Suddenly, its color changed back to gray. Damn, but he calmly changed the color of his fur in winter.

"There are no wizards in my family, I was so terribly surprised when I received a letter from Hogwarts, I mean, I'm pleasantly surprised, because it's the best magic school in the world. And of course, I have already memorized all our textbooks — I hope that this will be enough to study better than everyone else. Reparo." The girl pointed her wand at Harry's glasses wrapped with blue electrical tape. Harry's glasses were as good as new, and he took them off, dumbfounded, and felt their frames on the bridge of his nose. "Oh, by the way, my name is Hermione Granger, and you?"

She was talking very fast, but still I caught the meaning of what she said and I was worried. Well, wow. No one told me that textbooks should be memorized. Exchanged glances with Harry. No, he didn't seem to have learned them either. These are the languages I learned. Mom brought some kind of artifact that she rented on Diagon Alley, and I accelerated my learning of old languages. As well as mathematics with English and Welsh languages. We're neighbors with Muggle Britain, after all. Most of the local magicians speak English. Although purebloods also learn French, and some German languages. After all, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang are also very good schools. Like all the Weasleys, we also learned the Irish language as children. They say our clan is from there. But we moved to Wales about four hundred years ago, so we have already begun to be considered indigenous Welsh.

"I'm Ron of the Weasley clan," I muttered.

"Harry Potter," Harry introduced himself.

"Are you really Harry Potter?" The girl's gaze became very attentive. "You can be sure that I know everything about you. I bought a few books that weren't on the list, just for extra reading, and your name is mentioned in Modern History of Magic, and The Rise and Decline of the Dark Arts, and The Greatest Events of the Wizarding World in the Twentieth Century."

Harry calmed down. He apparently decided at first that she knew about his life at the Dursleys. The kid obviously didn't tell me much about his life with these Muggles, just like I did about the poverty of the Weasleys.

"Yes?" That's all Harry said, stunned. Well, yes, in order not to embarrass him, I did not tell him how much they write about him and about dolls too. My sister has been hanging around the house with a Harry Potter doll since she was five. I've been playing chess since I was six years old, and my sister has a lot of dolls. Bill specially carved and painted wooden figures of animals for her. He also offered to carve magical animals for me, but it was more interesting to play with transformed figures from the set.

"God, didn't you know?" the girl was surprised. "If I were you, I would read everything about myself that can be found in books. Yes, do you know which faculty you will get into? I've already found out something, and I want to believe that I'll be in Gryffindor. It seems like this is the best option. I've heard that Dumbledore himself once studied at this faculty. By the way, I think getting into Ravenclaw would be nice too... Okay, we'll go find Neville's toad. You two better change your clothes, I think we'll be there soon."

And she left, taking Neville with her. I nevertheless advised them to go to the prefects in the first carriage and ask them for help in finding Neville's toad. There's a simple search spell, but I don't know it yet. The toad will fly into your hands by itself. Percy said that the summoned object even opens doors and windows with the magic of a wizard. But you can also ask the seer where she is. They guess very well. Especially when they see the probability lines. Although they say that the seer is a charlatan at school now. But she teaches divination well. Bill said that their old gypsy taught them to look at the future. And she taught me how not to get kicked in the head for my predictions.

"I don't know what faculty I'll be in, but I hope she goes to Ravenclaw, she belongs there. I whispered and put the magic wand back in the suitcase," I whispered and put the magic wand back into the case on my hand, "It didn't work out, and it was all because of this stupid spell. Fred assured me that it would work, but now it seems to me that he invented it himself to make fun of me. And transfiguration, on the advice of a girl, did not last long."

"What house do your brothers study at?" Harry asked. The guy was interested in everything.

"Gryffindor," I nodded, saddened again by the thought of the prankster brothers. "Mom and Dad were there too."

I need to go there. Although the program is the same for all faculties now, future fighters traditionally go to the red and gold.

"I don't know what will happen if I get into some other faculty. It would be nice to get into Halfpalf — I still lived on a farm, but I can't imagine what would happen if I was assigned to Slytherin."

With my background in the family of crazy Arthur Weasley, pure-blooded wizards won't let me through Slytherin. The elite of the magical world go there to make acquaintances. Even though we're purebloods, Dad's considered a little crazy because of his fascination with Muggles. And we're not rich, especially by the standards of the sacred twenty-eight mage clans, as they call themselves. Although we are also on this list of families. Besides, Dad's not popular with the purebloods right now because of his Muggle Protection Act.

But I'm kind of ashamed to admit it to Harry.

"This is the faculty where Volde... You-Know-Who studied?"

Harry quickly corrected himself under my gaze.

"Yeah," I nodded and fell silent dejectedly. Hanna is clearly going to future farmers to study.

"You know, it seems to me that the Brat's mustache is still yellow, so the spell has worked at least a little," said Harry. He was obviously trying to comfort me. Well, to hell with him and the rat. I'll paint it later. I'll ask Hermione about the spell when I get used to school. Since she's learned the whole textbook. And it's designed for five courses. Our rat is really magical, according to Mom.

"And your older brothers, who have already graduated from high school, what are they doing now?"

"Charlie is in Romania studying dragons, and Bill works for Gringotts Bank and went to Africa on their business," I explained. "Have you heard of Gringotts? Did you hear what happened the other day? The "Prophet" wrote about it... Although yes, Muggles have other newspapers... Anyway, someone tried to rob a top-secret safe."

Harry's eyes widened.

"Really? And what happened to the robbers?" Damn, he's got a vertical pupil, just like Charlie.

"Nothing. That's why there was so much writing about it, he wasn't caught. Dad says he must have been a very powerful dark wizard, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to get into Gringotts and break into the safe and then come out of there unharmed. But the strangest thing is that the robbers didn't steal anything. Of course, everyone is afraid that You-Know-Who is behind this. Well, you've heard about Quidditch, of course." I was absolutely sure of it. It's the best sport in the world. All boys and girls dream of playing it. Or they support a professional team. I have a favorite team, the Pedl Cannons, and I've been rooting for them since I was six years old. "Which team do you support? I'm in favor of the Guns, even though they've been considered outsiders for the last thirty years, since their catcher changed. The old one got injured at the game and doesn't play on the field anymore. In the official announcement of the team, it was said that he had a psychological trauma due to a bludger that knocked him off a broom."

"Uh-uh... I actually don't know any teams," Harry admitted.

"What are you talking about!" I was shocked.

"This is the best game in the world! I started campaigning for my first friend. Although I talked to the other children of wizards, we lived in the wilderness and met very rarely."

And I started explaining to Harry that Quidditch is played with four balls, that each team has seven players and each has its own place on the field and its own functions. Then I started describing the most famous matches that I managed to attend with my brothers. Then he told me what kind of broom I would buy for myself if I had the money. I wanted to try myself as a goalkeeper for the school national team. So I need a broom that's not too fast, although it's maneuverable. The comet is the very thing. They make good brooms and are inexpensive. Unlike the same Nimbus. They usually produce brooms for siker. Although in the last year there have been rumors that the Astor company is going to release a new generation of high-speed broom." I was explaining to Harry the intricacies of the rules of the game when the compartment door opened again. But this was no longer Neville, who had lost his toad in the company of Hermione Granger.

Is there a passageway here?!

Three boys entered the compartment, and in the center was a pale boy with white hair, a typical Malfoy, he looked at Harry with interest. The kid had snow-white hair smeared with gel, and gray eyes. Apparently, Harry's hair is standing up straight. Although the kid definitely overdid it with the hair styling gel.