HPROP CHP. 45

In this way, before the future business would bring in so much money like it did in the actual storyline, Charles supposed that this was killing two birds with one stone, and therefore did not regret investing 1000 Galleons.
For some time, nothing special happened, everything was as usual.

Charles was persuaded by the twins to continue his visits to the Burrow. Speaking of which, he had met Ginny Weasley. She had the same air/mood like her mother: very spirited.

Charles looked at her carefully from head to foot. The little girl has a thick mop of reddish orange hair, and her pair of bright brown eyes are very dynamic. She really did looks like a Gryffindor, mighty, warm, and lovely. This was indeed the Weasley family of girls: their looks made them look like they were born Gryffindors.

This little girl and the original Ginny had the same trait: being so curious.
When she asked who he was and why he was in her home and if she knew Harry Potter on a personal basis, Charles had to say that Ron invited him here, but if she wanted to know about Harry, best to go to your brother. The little girl reluctantly let go, before engaging him into a conversation.
Chatting for a while, they proposed to go back to the hospital to help Ron.
“You are so nice, boy, but that’s boring,” said Mrs. Weasley. “Now let’s see what Lockhart says.” She pulled out a thick book from the wall.

“Mom, we know what to do.” George muttered.

Charles looked at the cover of Mrs. Weasley’s book. The book was printed with
“Gideroy Lockhart’s Guide to Household Pests.” On the cover was a big picture of a man with curly blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He blinked at the people who were present.
Mrs. Weasley smiled at him.
“Oh, he’s incredible,” she said. “He knows how to take care of something harmful at home, yes, it’s a wonderful book …”

“Mother admires him,” said Fred in a low voice.
“Don’t joke around, Fred,” said Mrs. Weasley, flushed. “If you think you know more than Lockhart, you can go to work, but if I go to check when there is a gnome in the garden, and you don’t know how to handle it, then don’t blame me!”

The garden is large, the weeds are thick and the lawns need to be trimmed. The walls are surrounded by rough trees, and each flower bed has tall flora that Charles has
never seen before, and there are many green frogs.
“The gnomes are like short and small Santa Claus with fishing rods,” said Ron after
seeing one and proceed to dive into the pile of peonies. A burst of violent sounds, the peony cluster rustling, and Ron stood up straight. “This is a gnome,” he said.

“Let me go!” said gnome, protesting.

It is not like Santa Claus at all. It is very small, leathery skin, and a huge bald spot that mildly resembled a potato. Ron stretched out his hand and lifted it up, and it kicked it with his horned feet so Ron held the thing by its ankles.

“That’s what you’re going to do,” he said. He lifted the gnome over his head and began to swing it around like a cowboy and a rope, “so that it would not hurt them – as long as
they were disoriented, they can’t find the way back to the hole.” He let go of the gnome’s ankle, it flew twenty feet in the air, and then fell across the hedge to the ground.

“What a bad throw,” Fred said. “I bet I can throw further.” Charles imitated Ron, grabbing a gnome into the hedge, and the gnome tried to bite Charles’ fingers
with its sharp teeth, but Charles did not let it succeed.

“Oh, “Ron said, and soon the sky was full of gnomes.

“See, they are stupid,” said George, and immediately caught five or six gnomes. “They know that we are cleaning them up, and you think they should have been aware of it before they are thrown out.” Soon the group of gnomes on the ground shrugged and began to line up in an orderly manner, and the line left not unlike a marching band.

“They’ll be back,” said Ron, who watched the gnomes disappear from the lawn, “they love our lawn…  and our dad thinks they are fun …”

“Take care of that!” Ginny said about the grass, panting.
“Let’s take a break,” Charles said. The proposal was endorsed by all.
“We can watch something funny.” The twins suggested.
“It’s not going to be singing,” Charles said, “It’s best not to let mum know.” Ron added.
“Do not worry, it will be okay.” The twins left the garden, and soon they were holding a large pile of magazines.
“We have a good relationship with a singer,” one of them said, “these are all his gifts to us.” The other twin added.
Charles came over and saw that the “Prophet Daily” was on top.
“Fred, George.” Charles suddenly said, “How did you become friends, and why does your mum not know?”
“When we were young, we threw the big feces into his chimney, and as a
result he invited us to drink tea.”

Charles’ heart was beating extremely fast, but on the surface he solemnly said: “Please introduce him to me!” So that I can have detailed understanding of the deaths of the holy vessels, I am very interested in him! Charles added in his heart.
“OK!” Fred and George readily agree; after all, Charles  is the one who gave them money to jump start their business. “The house of is not far from our house, it is better to go to him after lunch.” One of the twins suggested.
“Up to you!” Charles said with a smile.
At noon, Mrs. Weasley was trying to get Charles to eat more, and Charles said he was going to die. No wonder Harry likes the Weasley home, it is simple, but really lively and warm, with some many sibling. As an only child, Charles was quite envious .

Of course, David and Anna are not bad themselves.