area51novel Chapter 189 The Letter That Was Opened Long Overdue
Chapter 189 The Letter That Was Opened Long Overdue
In the hut of the dragon farm manager, the fireplace was burning brightly.
Charlie was busy preparing the barbecue.
Meanwhile, Pusi sat to the side, staring intently at the oven, occasionally asking, "Charlie, Charlie, how much longer?" Charlie patiently reassured her each time, telling her not to rush.
Seeing their son's eagerness and the silly grin that never left his face, the Weasleys couldn't bear to look at him.
"My oven got repaired pretty quickly, didn't it, Molly?" Arthur Weasley said to his wife in a somewhat sarcastic tone.
Mrs. Weasley rolled her eyes at him and said irritably, "We can only be at ease when Charlie is happy. Isn't that why we came here? What else could you possibly be unhappy about?"
“Satisfied, satisfied! I never imagined our child would be so foolish one day… Look, look, he’s giving that silly grin again.” Mr. Weasley looked exasperated.
"Yes, it is indeed quite silly." Mrs. Weasley shook her head in strong agreement.
"However, the other one doesn't seem to be very smart either."
As soon as she finished speaking, Charlie cut a piece of meat that had just come out of the oven, carefully held it with a knife, and brought it to Pusi's mouth. Pusi took a bite, his little mouth moving rapidly, his eyes narrowing, and a happy and satisfied smile spreading across his face.
This scene really gives off the vibe of their silly son managing to win a beautiful wife with just a few pieces of meat.
They're so easy to fool, no, so easy to coax.
In fact, she knew that Pusi was not stupid, but rather had a very "transparent" personality and spoke his mind directly, making him easy to read. Of course, the girl did not say much about her so-called "mission".
Mrs. Weasley liked Pussy's personality very much, and it was no wonder that her son couldn't forget her. It was all thanks to her own twist of fate that her son met Pussy again; otherwise, she didn't know when the two would have reconciled. Thinking of this, she suddenly felt much better.
Then she thought again, with Pusi's appetite, she wondered if Charlie's salary in Dragon Field would be enough to live on.
Fortunately, Pusi only liked to eat and didn't have any other hobbies.
In short, Mrs. Weasley has begun to have new troubles.
……
When do parents realize that their children have grown up?
Different people have different milestones, but for a considerable number of people, like the Weasleys, it all started with the first bite of food their child cooked.
The moment Mrs. Weasley tasted the roast meat, her eyes even welled up with tears. She also saw a complex expression in her husband's eyes—a mixture of joy at their children growing up and reluctance at the inevitable departure of their grown children.
People share the same feelings and the same principles; most parents in the world are like them—of course, there are also many exceptions.
In any case, the Weasleys could finally feel a little more at ease about their second son—at least, he wouldn't starve to death out there.
Moreover, watching him wipe Pusi's mouth, the two of them felt that this kid could not only take care of himself, but also take care of others.
Thinking about this, the Weasleys became more and more at ease, and also felt that their son was getting further and further away from them.
I feel gratified, but also a little sad.
Time, that's how it slowly makes people grow up.
At the same time, it also gradually brings people together and separates them.
The Weasleys left early the next morning, as the Christmas holidays were coming to an end and Mr. Weasley still had work to do at the Ministry of Magic. Although the Department for the Prevention of the Abuse of Muggle Items, where he worked, was a leisurely department, he still had to go to work to handle some necessary matters.
She said goodbye to her son, taking with her the lizard meat that Pusi had given her—she had gone out that very night to catch another unfortunate hibernating creature.
After a long and tiring journey, the two returned to the village of Ottley-St. Catchpol in Devon before dusk, back to the Weasley family's "Burrow".
Upon seeing them return, Ginny, who had stayed at home, said with a mournful expression, "I thought you had forgotten about me."
"Oh dear, how could that be?! We only put our trust in our little darling, which is why we entrusted you with guarding our humble abode. You're going to magic school next year, and you're already a trustworthy little witch!"
After Mrs. Weasley's sweet talk, ten-year-old Ginny's expression quickly brightened, revealing an undisguised smugness, as if her thin shoulders carried the weight of the humble dwelling's six rooms, two halls, and attic, no less than the burden on the shoulders of a young Grand Secretary in the Ming Dynasty.
Then, Mrs. Weasley inquired about her daughter's recent activities and whether she had been eating well.
Ginny then recounted in detail how she arranged and planned her vacation, showed her some of her learning and labor achievements, and even showed her parents the food in the cupboard to prove that she had eaten a lot.
The Weasleys, of course, showered the girl with compliments, which made her even more smug.
Watching little Ginny happily go off to play, the couple went up to their bedroom on the fifth floor.
After Mr. Weasley put his things down, he saw a letter lying quietly on the table. He paused for a moment before remembering that it was a letter Ron had sent from school before they went to Dragon Field.
They were in such a rush to pack their things and leave that they didn't have time to read the letter. Besides, they figured it was just some Christmas greeting from Ron, so they didn't open it and just left it on the bedroom table.
Only now do I have time to slowly read the letter.
However, after Mr. Weasley finished reading the letter, his expression became somewhat complicated.
"Hmm? Arthur, what did Ron write?" Mrs. Weasley asked curiously, noticing her husband's reaction.
She thought to herself, "What serious things could this child possibly write about?"
“Well, he said Charlie might have a girl he likes, and might be having some trouble, so he asked us to keep an eye out for her,” Mr. Weasley repeated the contents of the letter with a slightly embarrassed tone.
Hearing her husband's words, Mrs. Weasley's eyes widened, and she said with a mixture of surprise and annoyance, "Why didn't Ron tell us sooner?! If he had told us earlier, we could have reconciled Charlie and Pursey the moment we arrived at Dragon Field, and we could have spent more time together."
“Well, darling, it seems to be our problem. If we had opened this letter before leaving home, we would have known this much sooner,” Mr. Weasley couldn’t help but remind his somewhat agitated wife.
"Ahem..." Mrs. Weasley was also embarrassed, and after a while she finally spoke, "How does Ron know so much? He knows things that none of us know?"
"Who knows? I guess the boy has become more astute since going to Hogwarts," Mr. Weasley said uncertainly.
"Alright, alright, let's not think about that anymore... Anyway, although we didn't know about this beforehand, we eventually found out and had a pretty good outcome, didn't we?" Mrs. Weasley spoke more and more fluently.
“Yes, yes, yes, the letter has already achieved its intended purpose; we just read it a little too late,” Mr. Weasley agreed wholeheartedly, adding further.
"So, let's not go into too much detail about this with Ron. Just say that everything is going well."
"That's right, that's right."
The couple quickly reached an agreement on the letter, deciding to use a moderately kind narrative technique with Ron so as not to make him feel that his "concern" had been betrayed.
……
"Ah! Ahh!"
Ron sneezed twice in a row and hurriedly took out a handkerchief to wipe his nose.
Harry, who had been sitting silently on the bench next to the flower bed, unusually spoke up and asked, "Do you have a cold, Ron?"
“No, probably not… I think it’s probably someone thinking about me,” Ron said uncertainly.
The idea that sneezing is a sign that someone is thinking about you was something Qin mentioned.
After Ron finished speaking, he felt that since it was Qin who said it, there must be some truth to it.
He wondered who was thinking about him right now.
"It must be Dad and Mom! They didn't spend Christmas with me this year, they must miss me terribly! Sigh, I was so busy having fun that I didn't really think about them these past few days." Ron looked a little ashamed.
Then, when he realized he wasn't getting a response, he immediately understood that what he had said was inappropriate.
Sure enough, he saw that Harry, who was already listless, was now even more dejected.
“I’m sorry, Harry, I…” Ron quickly said apologetically.
“Stop it, Ron! You have a complete family and you’re happy, that’s perfectly normal, there’s nothing to apologize for… I’m the abnormal one…” Harry stopped his friend’s unreasonable apology.
However, I was indeed very envious and also very disappointed.
Why did Dumbledore forbid him from looking at the Mirror of Erised? At least seeing his family in the mirror would make him a little happier, wouldn't it?
However, it was no use thinking about it; the mirror was already gone.
"By the way, Harry, guess who I just saw?" Seeing that his friend was still in low spirits, Ron decided to change the subject.
"Hmm?" Harry glanced over dismissively.
“It’s Snape!” Ron tried his best to appear mysterious.
"What's wrong with him?" Harry still seemed listless.
“He came back early and sneaked off to an abandoned classroom!” Ron said, recounting what he had seen.
To everyone's surprise, Harry just said "Oh" and that was it.
Well, now even the topic of Snape, which was usually the most likely to provoke Harry, is no longer effective, so Ron has no choice but to give up.
Maybe things will be better when school starts. Everyone will be back then, especially Qin, who will definitely be able to cheer Harry up again.
As the sun set completely, Harry felt a bit cold and called Ron back to the Gryffindor rest area, lest his friend, who had just sneezed, actually catch a cold.
Well, although I don't have family with me, at least now I have someone to keep me company as I wander around the campus in the winter.
“Harry, we should get some potatoes and roast them on the fireplace with the sausages.”
"A good suggestion."
"Another cup of tea with sugar cubes and milk, please."
"You're making me a little hungry."
"Haha, I knew it..."
If there's anything worth cherishing in my memories, it might just be the sausages, black tea, and potatoes we ate together in front of the fireplace during our childhood trips.
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