Hermione arrived at the Burrow on Saturday afternoon, and the twins were secretly planning how to make Dudley

"Harry's letter said he was on a diet," George said. "I think he can't stand the temptation."

"We can deliberately get rid of some special sweets," Fred said, his eyes flashing with excitement.

"Praise Dudley, what a good person," George exclaimed, "a long-lost prank."

"I think - it's not good for you to do this?" Hermione said hesitantly, looking at Bill's voice that she hoped to seek approval. She remembered that Bill had served as the chief and the male president of the student union.

"You've found the wrong person, Hermione." Bill smiled, "In this matter, there are only three people in the room who will stand on your side, dad, mom, Percy."

"And I suspect dad might just read them two words." Ron said, "Dad has always been more ─────────────────────────────────�

"Especially, their O.W.L exam was pretty good." Charlie agreed,

"You won't count on me, are you?" Lawrence saw Hermione's gaze and said in surprise, "I thought you knew this long ago that I didn't help them with this kind of thing, just because of the long badge."

"The Dursleys are trying to make Harry go on a diet, Hermione," said Fred. "It's just a little prank, and there's no danger."

"Okay--" Hermione realized that she was weak, so she gave up, "But don't let me hear your plans."

"We'll go back to the room to discuss what candy to give him." George blinked and ran upstairs with Fred.

"You will find it difficult to stop them, Hermione." Bill happily flipped through today's newspaper,

"But I think they will be sensible," Charlie said gently, "Don't worry too much."

The next afternoon, Mr. Weasley stood in front of the stove with his twins and Ron, and they were about to set off to Ligustrum to pick up Harry,

"It's already five o'clock," Mr. Weasley was a little anxious. "It seems we'll be late."

"Mr. Weasley, what are you waiting for?" Hermione asked,

"I'm waiting for news," Mr. Weasley replied, "It's a very troublesome thing to connect the fire of the wizard and Muggle houses."

"This involves a lot of confidentiality agreements," Bill explained. "Don't think they just go to pick up Harry, nearby there will be a whole group of memory extermination masters on standby to prevent emergencies."

"It's totally right," said Mr. Weasley. "Even though we are understaffed in the World Cup, this is still one of the most priorities of the Ministry of Magic."

"Okay, Arthur." A man's head poked out of the stove. His face had deep dark circles. His beard seemed to have not been shaved for several days. His tongue of flames jumped around him, but he was unaware of it. "You only have twenty-three minutes. Our current task schedule is calculated in minutes."

"Thank you so much," Mr. Weasley quickly grabbed a handful of Floor powder, and after the man's head disappeared into the stove, he sprinkled the shining powder into the stove, "No. 4 Liverbus Road, Xiaohuijin District, Surrey."

"See you later," said Fred, stepping into the flames,

"I believe we'll be able to laugh soon," said George, who couldn't wait to walk into the flames,

"If you have something fun, let me leave at the end." Ron complained, and Mr. Weasley's shout came from the flames.

"───Go back now─Tell Ron──"

"Hey?" Ron was stunned for a moment, but he had already stepped into the flames and was taken away by the emerald green flames. The group of people looked at each other in a glance.

"Is something happened?" Hermione asked uneasily, everyone looked at each other, and after a while, someone spoke and broke the silence.

"I'll know later." Bill said cautiously, "The worst case is to get to the wrong place."

"Bangla--" The fire lit the green flame, and Fred appeared with a satisfied expression,

"Go ahead, Fred." George followed closely behind, "I'm still holding the luggage compartment."

"I wonder if he had eaten it?" Ron happily stepped out of the flame, and after a few minutes, Harry appeared out of the flame.

"Has he eaten?" Fred pulled Harry out of the stove, and he asked excitedly.

"I think I've eaten, but what is that?" Harry asked.

"Long-tongue Toffee Deluxe Edition," Fred said happily, "We have improved the new version overnight, with the most fashionable colors on the tongue--"

The small kitchen was filled with thunderous laughter, and even Hermione couldn't help laughing, (Note 1)

Harry looked around, and Bill and Charlie stood up and shook hands with him. This was the first time Harry had seen these two Weasley members. They didn't have time to say anything. With a "touch", Mr. Weasley appeared in the kitchen. He stood behind George's shoulder, looking angry.

"This is not a joke, Fred," Mr. Weasley shouted, "What did you eat for him?"

"I gave him nothing," Fred said innocently, and he took out a list, "A deluxe version of long-tongued toffee costs nine Sikes, I just fell on the ground and picked it up and ate it-"

"We haven't collected money from him yet-" George added,

"You did it on purpose," Mr. Weasley said a fact, and he continued to shout, "You knew he would eat, he was on a diet-"

"What color is his tongue?" George asked anxiously, "How much is it getting bigger?"

"It was pink two feet ago, but until it rose to four feet, his parents made me shrink and turned golden again-"

There was a burst of hilariousness in the kitchen again,

"Not funny at all!" said Mr. Weasley. "This behavior seriously undermines the relationship between the wizard and the Muggle!

It took me half a lifetime to relieve Muggles’ misunderstandings about us, but my son—”

"The reason we gave him candy is because he likes to bully the weak." Fred complained,

"And Harry, who was so bad that he won't have enough food this summer," George added.

"This is not an excuse," said Mr. Weasley. "Wait, I will tell your mother--"

"Tell me what, Arthur?" Mrs. Weasley walked into the kitchen, and she smiled and said hello to Harry, "Harrow, Harry, dear."

"Nothing, Molly," Mr. Weasley hesitated, and everyone knew that he didn't really want to tell Mrs. Weasley, "It was just that I had a fight with Fred and George - uh -."

"Why don't we come and discuss the summer homework?" Hermione said to Harry, then pulled Harry out of the kitchen, and everyone followed. Fred and George wanted to leave, but were caught by Mrs. Weasley.

"My premonition tells me that this has something to do with your products?" Mrs. Weasley narrowed her eyes, the twins showed a look of accepting her fate, and then the kitchen door was closed.

"I think they'll take some time," Bill said to Lawrence with a smile, "Let's move the dining table to the garden first, our kitchen can't let so many people eat at the same time."

At dinner time, Percy continued to discuss his work with Mr. Weasley, and until Percy mentioned Albania, their conversation attracted Lawrence's attention.

"──Betsha Joggins has been missing for more than a month. She hasn't returned since she went to Albania for vacation," Percy said.

"I've asked Lou too much," Mr. Weasley replied, "She said Besa has disappeared a few times before, and if it were someone in my department, I would be very worried."

"We are too busy with our department's business alone," Percy sighed, deliberately increasing the volume. "You know, after the World Cup, we're going to do another big thing - that top secret matter."

"He has been luring us to ask him." Fred whispered,

"I'm annoyed whenever I eat," George complained, Lawrence shrugged, and then they turned to discuss the Quidditch World Cup with Charlie enthusiastically, and Harry joined them.

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The next morning, they were woken up in their sleep. It was dark outside. Mr. Weasley wanted to take their group of underage wizards who were unable to perform shadow and phantom movement to the scene of the Quidditch World Cup.

Farewell to Mrs. Weasley and the Burrowed House, the group walked on the muddy path, and Mr. Weasley explained the way of traveling the door key. When the group stepped on a hill, they looked for the inconspicuous door key separately. At this time, on the hill on the other side, two tall and thin figures entered their sight.

"Hey-Arthur, here-"

"Amos." Mr. Weasley shouted happily, they met under the hill, a rosy wizard with a short beard, and he also held a worn boot, and the boy beside him was Cedric. Diggory,

"Children, this is Amos Digory," said Mr. Weasley. "He works in the Magical Biology Hall, and that's his son, and I think you all know each other."

"Hello." Cedric greeted with a smile.

"I hope they don't decide the winner too early," said Mr. Digory, who smiled, "You know, Arthur, the tickets are so expensive - these are your children Ronaldo?"

"Only red-haired," Mr. Weasley said, "This is her friend of Hermione and Harry, Ron, and that is Lawrence, Fred and George."

"Harry - Of course, Cedric once talked about you. Did you compete in Quidditch last year?" Mr. Diggory laughed and said, "I must say, Cedric, you have something to show off to your grandson in the future, that is, you have beaten Harry -"

"That was just an accident, dad," Cedric said a little embarrassedly, "because of the dementor, Harry fell off the broom-"

"But you don't, right? From this perspective, everyone knows who is the better flying man," said Mr. Digory happily, turning toward Lawrence, "Aha--I think you are the scholarship winner of the International Wizards League?"

"Hello, Mr. Digory," said Lawrence.

"Cedric told me in two years, did you have a competition in school, right? He said you won cleanly," said Mr. Diggory enthusiastically. "This time you have a chance to compete again. It depends on who is the best student who represents Hogwarts. You will definitely participate, right? That game--"

"Amos-" Mr. Weasley interrupted, "Time is coming soon, who else do we have to wait for?"

"No more, Lovegoods went there a week ago," replied Mr. Digory. "The Fausettes didn't get tickets, so there should be no other homes nearby."

"Okay, it's a pity that I didn't continue," Fred whispered,

"Representative to Hogwarts? What's the matter?" George asked with a frown.

"I know it as soon as school starts, but-" Lawrence said, and he asked again, "So you and Luna are neighbors?"

"Oh, do you think it's a pity to not see her during the summer vacation?" Fred teased, Lawrence gave him an elbow.

"We're ready for one minute," said Mr. Weasley. "It's enough to touch a finger-"

A group of people surrounded them with great difficulty

"Three, Two, One" Mr. Weasley reached the count and they flew up. This was not the first time Lawrence used the door key. The last time he used it was to participate in Nico. Lemay's funeral, and like the last time, it was really not a comfortable way to travel.

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Author's words: I don't like the transition chapter very much, because it will be too similar to the original work, but I need to mention the missing Besha. Joggins, so I can only write this chapter.

Note 1: Hermione and Ginny are not in the kitchen in the original work.
Chapter completed!