Ron-Weasly book 1. V2 part 2

Chapter 2 a little bit about Ron.

Almost ten years have passed since the morning the Dark Lord was defeated. Nora has grown even taller since that time. It added the children's rooms upstairs. I live on the top floor. In the smallest room under the attic. A ghoul lives above me and periodically knocks on pipes and howls. And why does Mom keep him? Although mom says that this is an old resident of this house and he is already two hundred years old. It's a pity to turn him out on the street. They have an agreement with the Weasleys. They say he protects the Burrow, and they feed him. Meat with blood. Mom says he likes pork. She should have fed us pork too, otherwise she keeps giving me beef. No, Percy and Bill love her, but why is she trying to put her in me? Well, yes, I look like Bill, so what? I like pork and chicken. But the older brothers on smoked beef are just trudging along. Bill generally chews it without sauces, they say it tastes better this way.

I have five older brothers and a younger sister. Bill Sr., he's about thirty years old, works at Gringotts Bank. Charlie is about twenty-five years old and lives in a Romanian dragon sanctuary. The twins Fred and George are already in their second year at Hogwarts and wear colorful badges at home. We can't tell them apart at all without them. Even Mom. They are so similar and they have a mental connection with each other. And Percy. He is already in his fifth year of school and is taking the OWL this year. And of course my little sister Ginny. A friend of Luna Lovegood, who lives next door to us. Their tower stands on the banks of the Rattlesnake River. And Luna often goes there with Ginny to catch plumes. And I go there for brook trout. By the way, Luna went a little crazy, just like her father after the death of his mother. But the girl is funny if you get used to her eccentricity.

We live in poverty. Well, not exactly poor, but due to the fact that there are many of us, there is not enough money for everything new for everyone. And then there's Dad, with his fascination with Muggle things. Even though he buys them from antiques dealers, he still spends half of his salary on this stuff. At least the loan for our Ford has finally been paid. Unfortunately, since I'm the sixth son in the family, I usually don't get anything new. I'm going to school this year, and almost everything will be the same for me. Well, except for the gifts from Grandma Lucrezia and Aunt Muriel. Percy gave me his little rat, because Mom, overjoyed that he had become a prefect, finally bought him an OWL. My brother was so happy that I wanted one myself. But three owls in the family is too much, and the parents don't have the money for another owl. In the end, Percy just shoved his pet at me, asshole.

And I even have a used wand. The unicorn's fur sticks out from the tip. Well, at least it's okay. And all the father with his car. I put almost my entire salary into it for the year when I bought and repaired it. Okay, the older brothers are sending us some money. But they are saving up for housing in Egypt and Romania. After all, they need to start a family themselves. Especially Bill. Mom has already started looking for a bride for him. But it all comes down to the fact that we are purebloods, and Bill is the eldest son in the family. And he needs at least a fifth-generation pureblood bride. Just like Percy in the future. His grandfather Ignotus Pruitt decided to take him to his house as an heir. Bill and Charlie didn't suit him. Bill is already inheriting the Weasley house, and Charlie is just a funny jerk. And the grandfather, having burned himself on his children Fabian and Hedion, the merry twins, does not want to take Charlie. Well, Charlie is fine as it is, he is gradually awakening the dragon heritage of the founder of the Weasley family. He has already looked for a Romanian bride. The girl's name is Florya. But her parents want him to have his own house set up. So he's saving up for it.

Percy asked me to keep an eye on his pet, even though I don't really need a rat. I wonder what kind of rat he has — the second, the third? He says that this rat has been living with him for ten years, but somehow I don't believe it. He picked it up in our garden. I had a rat myself, and it only lived like this for three years, and after crying about it, I decided not to take any more rats. And here's Percy with his pet. Okay, I'm already used to it. At least there will be someone to practice on. The ratman is already used to magic. The twins generally like to feed him something interesting or repaint it in green or blue. But I want the rat to be bright yellow. We need to ask them how they repainted it so that it was green for two months like last winter when they came on vacation.

Our garden is neglected, but berry bushes and fruit trees are still bearing fruit. Mom even waters them with some pest control potions and better fruiting. Even our dwarves and hares from the surrounding forest don't go near them. But they ruined the whole vegetable garden for us. Mom waters her plants with something from the gnomes, but apparently the toad is strangling her on potatoes and carrots. Well, okay, farmers don't sell delicious vegetables at all expensively.

We have a lot of chickens, but we don't keep cattle. Meat from our neighboring farmers is quite cheap, as is milk. I love the milkshakes that Hannah taught me how to make from berry juice and chilled milk. Periodically, mom buys chickens from neighboring farmers for the brood of our laying hens and broilers. And then in four months we will have chicken legs and breasts. And I love boiled paws. Especially the rooster soup.

I spent most of my childhood playing chess with Aunt Muriel and Grandmother Lucrezia. Sometimes, though, the brothers let them ride their brooms, but not so often. They say it's not enough for them. Charlie left me his old hundredth comet, but it was so slow that the birds overtook me. We live near the magical settlement of Ottery St. Ketchpole, not far from the transition from the magical to the Muggle world. Auntie Muriel lives in one of the mansions of this settlement, and Grandma Lucretia lives with Grandfather Ignotus.

Having read the adventures of the guild of golem-controlling magicians in our part of the world, I'm looking forward to seventeen. They accept students from that age. But it's better not to tell Mom about it. He'll be upset. Charlie tells me when he received an invitation to the dragon Reserve to work after handing over the owls, there was such a scandal at home. Uh. And about Bill's job, Mom grumbles that it's dangerous. My brothers come home on vacation, and my mother constantly fights with them about their work. They say it's safer to work for the Ministry of Magic as a father. Charlie is already an established specialist, so if he really wants to work with animals, let him go to the Department of animal welfare and magical creatures. Where magozoologists work. They'll tear off a specialist who knows how to work with dragons with his hands, even though there is no dragon sanctuary in Britain — the path of the Welsh green dragons runs through us when they fly to lay eggs in the mountains.

With our average life span of up to 200 years, and some people manage to live for three hundred years, spending 7 years first studying at school, and then as a guild student or intern for another 10-20 years is quite common. Bill just became a full-fledged member of the guild of curse breakers at the bank about two years ago. He says his salary immediately jumped three times. He offered to send his mother half of his salary for groceries, as before, but she takes only a quarter of what she sent, and sets aside the rest of the money for his wedding.

My sister, having seen enough of her mother, seemed determined to get married and be a housewife. And not for anyone, but for Harry Potter, the hero of the magical world. Ginny was just reading fairy tales about the rise and fall of the Dark Lord and his death Knights. She constantly carries a doll with green eyes and fantasizes about what kind of children she and Harry will have. Horror. Of course, I've read all these books about you-know-who and the civil war in Great Britain, and my mother always told stories about those times, but I don't want to be so fanatical about a boy my age. But I would have made friends with him anyway, yes. I'm going to check on the chickens Mom ordered. The laying hens, which were frightened by the moon fox, had to be slaughtered for meat, they did not lay any more.

I stood by the chicken coop, watching ten fluffy lumps busily shoveling sawdust. They had already grown up since they were brought from the Ebots, but they were still far from laying hens.

"Well, kids," I said softly, squatting down. I'm leaving for school soon. And when I come back in the summer... I winked at them, "you're going to rush, aren't you?" I've already mentally prepared some eggs for myself. A whole mountain!

One chicken raised its head, looked at me with a black eye and squeaked something.

"That's settled," I smiled.

Molly came up behind him and put her hand on his shoulder:

"They're going to grow up, Ron. Leah said that in three months they will already start rushing. By the time you get back, the eggs will be stable."

"For half a year," I sighed heavily, I really want scrambled eggs with bacon or an omelet. Mom makes a great sausage omelet. "It's been forever. I hope the brownies cook delicious eggs at the magic school."

"But what a joy you will have next summer" Molly patted my disheveled hair. "Your own, homemade eggs. No more broilers from Quint's farm, the chickens don't eat much, but I believed him."

"Mom, let's buy four more chickens from him for meat. Their paws were very tasty."

"All right, my prudent boy. Now I'll finish feeding the chickens and let's go brew a new potion and cut the ingredients again."

I looked at the chickens once more, waved my hand at them and went into the house to prepare the tools for the potion and put the cauldron on a stand. I felt warm in my chest: school and adventures were ahead, and my mother and ten future laying hens were waiting for me at home. And scrambled eggs. Necessarily. And pork ham, with bread.

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A typical summer day, closer to the middle of July. I'm sitting in my room, thinking over another strategy for playing magic chess. There are usually a set of sixteen pieces of each color playing there, but there are about fifty more programmable golems for the expanded field in the box.

Aunt Muriel, whom I visited last week (we played several games again, I lost only three out of five, progress) recently showed how to transform the playing field into a forest with a river, we need to try. At the same time, I train in controlling tiny golems on it, my aunt promised, as soon as I learn how to stably manage the set, she will give me five enchanted real golems in the sixth or seventh year of the course.

Although I can't enchant them myself, I can make them execute commands, as well as activate the game program for the black set. I transform them into warriors and magicians, and sometimes I play with them like little soldiers. The chessboard also transforms into a forest or a field or a coast. And the number of cells is adjustable from a regular chessboard to two or three hundred cells per side, depending on the complexity of the charms in the set. Aunt Muriel is a complete grouch, of course, but she loves magic chess on an extended board. She says she was a member of the guild I'm going to when I was young, and if I train well in the game, she'll put in a good word for me in front of the masters. So she got me addicted to chess, too. She also bought me a magic set. They say you want to learn how to control golems, so train on such a small thing in a safe environment. All the apprentices in the Welsh Golems Guild start their chess training.

I hear the rustle of wings. Is that Erol? He went hunting in the morning, as he overslept after a late-night package to his father from his friend. Hmm, some strange owl is flying. And into my window. I opened the doors. We have a charm in our rooms to maintain a comfortable temperature, but the windows must be closed for this.

I untie the letter written in green ink from my paw.

"Ron Weasley. Ottery St. Catchpole. The Fox Hole. the bedroom is under the attic."

And the Hogwarts coat of arms on the seal. Hooray, I'm still going to Hogwarts and not to the Welsh school of magic! Holding out my hand with the letter up, I start dancing and yelling.

"Mom, Mom, I got an owl from Hogwarts!"

"Read it quickly, my boy." I hear her voice from the kitchen.

I open the envelope and take out a sheet of parchment on which it is written in emerald green ink:

"HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Percival Brian Ulfric Dumbledore — They say the director prefers his first name.

(Knight of the Order of Merlin, First class, — for defeating the necromancer from Durmstrang, Herr Grindelwald.

The Great Wizard, the Supreme Wizard, the President

The International Confederation of Magicians)

Dear Mr. Weasley,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been granted a place at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Your grandfather Ignotus Pruitt paid for all seven courses at our school. Please read the list of necessary books and items attached to this letter.

Classes start on September 1st. We are waiting for your owl with consent no later than July 31. Otherwise, you will be transferred to the school of the Guild of Welsh Magicians.

Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmaster!"

I'm going downstairs. Don't yell at the whole house. It's probably too late, though. I was heard all over the house. Although it's already noon, so no one is sleeping.

"Mom, Grandpa Pruitt still paid for my education for seven years. So our owl is welcome at school."

"I know, honey. I'll send it now. You should write that you're taking Percy the rat as a familiar. Are you taking it? I'll have to thank my father for the money contribution, we just wouldn't have enough money for such a prestigious school this year."

"Yes, I understand Mom, Dad's car and Ginny's schooling. A golem guild school would be fine with me."

"Hogwarts is much more prestigious, son, and I still don't understand your desire to walk through the anomalies of the magical world. It's very dangerous."

"I'll take Percy the rat, Mom, I liked him, even though he sleeps most of the time. And when will we buy things?"

"Tomorrow we'll go to Diagon Alley."

Mom wrote a reply and sent it with Erol back. And also about Percy the rat. As it turned out, it was a magical ratman who really lived in our family for ten years. Although Percy didn't bind him to himself. Although he tried, the binding didn't work. Apparently someone's lost familiar. Percy says his dad gave it to him just by picking it up on diagon alley at the menagerie. I thought at first that someone's rat was enchanted, but the checks showed nothing. He even asked at the menagerie if anyone had lost a pet, but no one confessed.

Hooray, hooray. I'm finally going to the most prestigious magic school in Europe. Durmstrang is a school of dark magicians, they very often produce the same necromancers. And Babaton is a school for girls. Maybe I can even get to know Harry Potter himself? He's supposed to go to school this year, too. I hope he gets into Gryffindor like me.