Shocking: Former Order of the Phoenix Member Suspected of Cheating!

"Thirty years old?" Mrs. Weasley looked Rupert up and down. "You're not married yet, are you?"

In her opinion, Rupert had absolutely no air of marriage.

"No?" Rupert replied.

He vaguely felt that he had a girlfriend he had been dating for a long time.

But as soon as I started thinking in that direction, I was overwhelmed by the joy of heading to Diagon Alley.

Although he didn't go to Diagon Alley on Charing Cross Road, but rather to Diagon Alley in what the Wizarding World now calls the "Magical Kingdom".

But these were crafted to a one-to-one scale by the wizards, weren't they?

The only difference is that the edge of this Diagon Alley is no longer an ancient stone wall, but an ocean that exudes unknown energy, like a blue Crystal, and a golden beach.

"If you're not married, then you're still a child," Mrs. Weasley said firmly. "Keep your money."

In her view, this man who has the same face as her son from another world has only just acquired magic and is already so old; he will definitely have a hard time finding a job after graduation.

If we don't save money, we might only be able to set up a street stall in the future.

"We don't lack money now."

She suddenly realized that Rupert's understanding of them came from a film script without Basil.

Without Basil, their family would probably still be living extravagantly and struggling to make ends meet.

"After Dumbledore became Minister for Magic, all employees were paid more for more work, and overtime pay was very generous."

"I understand." Rupert could only nod helplessly. "But if it's something not on the essentials list, I'll have to pay for it myself."

Mrs. Weasley was about to say that a student shouldn't be buying things outside the list, that he was too old to be frugal, when Rupert added, "Extracurricular books?"

Her face immediately lit up with a smile. "Many of these books are available at the Hogwarts Library. You should ask the staff at Flourish and Blotts before you buy them. They know a lot about them."

Rupert was somewhat surprised.

Are there bookstores that honestly answer customers' questions about which books they don't need to buy?

As expected of a magical world!

Inside the community space.

Madison yawned.

She and Zoe have now become leaders of the Coven, surpassing the so-called Supreme Witch.

The hunter witch's group was also wiped out by them long ago.

The Church of Satan, which sought to destroy the world, and the impending doom, had long since disappeared because Basil had subdued Lucifer.

Therefore, she devoted more of her energy to the two Harry worlds, the novels and the movies.

In both the movie and Novel World, she owns restaurants in Diagon Alley —several, to be precise—all collectively called "World of Nations," employing chefs from various countries.

Yesterday, Dumbledore's Thai restaurant was under the umbrella of Wan Guo.

However, Madison was more of a hands-off boss.

She mainly has a business and an identity in the Harry Potter world, and spends the rest of her time either in the club or watching live streams for entertainment and learning magic.

Right now, she's watching Rupert's live stream (as a true time traveler, the members of the guild can watch his live stream at any time, without his knowledge).

"I remember he should have a girlfriend. George Glomer, that's the name."

Madison looked at Basil.

Beatrix completely lost her usual composure, and she and Basil were like two seals fighting over grapes.

Sophie clung to Basil's arm and rubbed against him.

The two most conflicted people— Sophie and Beatrix— have completely forgotten their past grievances.

Despite her seemingly quiet demeanor, Ariana kept shuffling her little bottom toward Basil.

Zoe held the book upside down, placing it after Ariana's.

Bellatrix, who was practicing magic and whose hands were flashing with electricity, would occasionally glance at the area behind Zoe out of the corner of her eye.

"They've already started lining up?" Madison coughed. "I'm still here."

She feared that this place would soon become a battlefield.

Sure enough, not far away, Mei had her rabbit ears perked up, seemingly ready to log off at any moment.

Madison was somewhat confused.

She's a normal woman too, with desires that she needs to release.

But you can't be trembling all the time.

There must be a period of time in the morning, noon, and evening that has nothing to do with Sese.

Besides, one-on-one is always better than having so many people together.

Even she, who has a slight tendency towards yuri (lesbian) relationships, finds it a bit unbearable.

But other people seemed to think very differently from her; they were always unrestrained and loved being in large groups.

Sophie, in particular, is a terrible cook with a huge addiction.

They can't hold on for long, and they're always the first to step up.

Wouldn't it be better for her to find time to meet up with Basil and enjoy some time alone together?

At most, she can enjoy spending time with Basil and Zoe.

And then there's Sophie, the short-duration warrior.

More would be fine, but then she wouldn't be able to fully immerse herself in the pleasure.

"Are you coming too?" Bellatrix asked more boldly.

"I have a serious question," Madison said.

"Speak," another Basil appeared beside her.

Basil didn't like playing the clone game, even though it was all him, both in body and soul.

Actually, it can be said that multiple locations exist simultaneously.

But this doesn't fit his aesthetic, especially in a spatial context.

For example, right now.

However, this trick works if you're answering questions seriously or doing serious things.

"I feel," Madison frowned, his hand instinctively reaching down to Basil's stomach, "That something seems off about Rupert."

"We can't be so timid." Basil Ghosting.

Madison's search yielded nothing.

"Because it's not all Rupert Grint."

Basil's answer made Madison recover from the disappointment of not getting to touch the scalding hot liquid.

"An actor who has been in the entertainment industry for a long time, even if he played Ron, had a girlfriend early on, and has a fairly good reputation, is not qualified to have magic and travel through the world."

"Only someone who is the purest, truly yearns for this magical world, and wholeheartedly devotes himself to the role of Ron Weasley is barely qualified."

"Sweetheart, you mean," Madison thought of the answer after a moment, "A phantom manifested from the subconscious like Roan and Harley?"

Basil nodded and then shook his head. "Not entirely. He was indeed formed by splitting Rupert's yearning and love for the magical world of Harry Potter, and that's why he knows the details of the novels and movies so well, as if he were still on the Harry Potter set."

"He doesn't miss his family in the original world at all, and he's nostalgic for everything in the original world."

"But he has a real body, it's just that the [soul], or rather the operating system, comes from this part."

"So that means he's not even a year old?" Bellatrix concluded.

"If that's the case," Madison didn't say the name.

"Pretty much. I just created this body, and I only cut and mixed this [soul] together yesterday." Basil answered Bellatrix's question first, then S.P.E.W.. "Never mind, I like Hermione, but I have physical discomfort with Emma Watson."

He had no shortage of women, yet the big head still triumphed over the small head.

Big Head became the father, and Small Head became the son.

While the Hermione in the movie world still bears traces of Watson's portrayal, she is undoubtedly a witch. The real Hermione, who is an all-knowing woman, is more refined, beautiful, and has a greater presence.

Actually, Tom Felton, who played Draco Malfoy, would have been a better choice.

But he had already decided to choose Grint.

One more would be inappropriate.

"Any more would be inappropriate." Rupert of Diagon Alley refused Mrs. Weasley's offer to buy him another dress and fled from Madam Malkin's Clothing Store.

They clearly agreed that he would only buy necessities and pay for everything else.

But when he was ready to buy everyday clothes, shoes, socks, and other clothing besides his school uniform, Mrs. Weasley forced him to pay for them.

They say this is legitimate consumption.

After buying him two pairs of shoes, a bunch of socks, and three sets of wizard robes, it still wasn't enough.

She also wanted to take him to the Quidditch Emporium to buy the complete Chadley's Artillery Team uniform displayed in the window, saying he would definitely like it.

Fortunately, he escaped and ran straight into Flourish and Blotts, which was not far away.

It seems that because the other children were attending Hogwarts and Ron was taking online classes at home, Mrs. Weasley poured all her maternal love into him.

Rupert stood in front of the bookstore window, looking at himself in the mirror, and touched his beard. "I'm so mature, I don't look like a child at all."

"Young man—" The Flourish and Blotts clerk, seeing only the back and not Rupert's face, said instinctively, then saw his reflection in the glass. "Excuse me, sir, I must have been a bit overwhelmed. Are you...?"

Mrs. Weasley, who trotted into the bookstore, chimed in, "Buy this boy his first and second year books; today is his first day at Hogwarts."

As she spoke, she handed over the book list.

Rupert didn't think the child was calling him; he simply nodded and said, "Yes, I'll be starting school tonight."

The shop assistant's eyes instantly filled with pity. In his opinion, this child, who should be around 11 years old, must have been under some kind of evil curse to have such a mature face.

He might have just come out of a closed ward at St Mungo's's, which is why he only started school more than two months after the start of the semester.

But the next second, he remembered another piece of news.

Providing breaking news to the Daily Prophet will earn you 100 Galleons, subject to evaluation.

Two hours later.

"Ron, Ron!" Neville ran into the lounge waving a newspaper, panting. "Big news?"

"News?" Ron put down the chess piece that was complimenting his chess skills. "He quickly accepted it."

"What's wrong?" Harry asked, puzzled. Why did Ron freeze as soon as he took the letter?

[Shocking! Former member of the Order of the Order of the Phoenix suspected of infidelity!]

Harry quickly looked at the photo.

Mrs. Weasley walked intimately with a red-haired man on the cobblestone streets of Diagon Alley, and even tidied his hair.

Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley's wife, is a key member of the Order of the Order of the Phoenix, a righteous organization that protects the Wizarding World from the Dark Lord Death Eater. Today, this newspaper received news that Molly Weasley is suspected of having an affair.

To prevent the hero's reputation from being tarnished, our reporter Rita Skeeter conducted a special investigation.

Then another photo.

The red-haired man was buying books at Flourish and Blotts when a list accidentally fell to the ground and unfolded. A short distance away, Mrs. Weasley took a book from another shelf—it was titled * Standard Book of Spells (Level Two)*.

Finally, thanks to the meticulous investigation of our reporter Rita Skeeter, everything came to light. (omitting a long passage praising Rita Skeeter's professionalism) Molly Weasley did not cheat.

The boy in the photo looks mature and has a full beard, but he's actually only 12 years old.

His name is Rupert Grint, a relative of the Weasley family, and he's starting his second year at Hogwarts tonight.

My personal guess is that this boy may be under a curse that shortens lifespan, perhaps related to research conducted by the [Time Chamber] within the Department of Mysteries.

"If you only look at his back, he looks like a child," said a shop assistant who wished to remain anonymous.

"He's incredibly childish. When Mrs. Weasley bought him clothes, he threw a tantrum and ran out of the clothing store because she wouldn't buy him the complete Chadley's Artillery Team uniform," said a customer who was present at the clothing store.

In conclusion, we can deduce that Rupert Grint is indeed a boy who has just turned 12. Although we did not find his name on the patient list at St Mungo's's Hospital, patients in the intensive care unit, or closed ward, generally use aliases and may not even have a hospitalization record.

"Percy!" Ron suddenly stood up. "Are there any students enrolling today?"

Percy paused for a moment, "Yes, Professor McGonagall just informed me today that more students will be enrolling tonight for the Sorting Ceremony."

"That might be true." Ron slumped down. "We Weasley family have so many relatives, I don't even know them all."

"Wouldn't that be better?" Harry said. "Once this older boy enrolls, Mrs. Weasley's reputation can be cleared."

"Not good at all," Ron said. "You know Harry, I'm gifted in this area, and I know what these people who watch for fun are thinking. Most of them just read the headlines and only believe what they already know."

"In such a long article, the photos and text about the rumors are placed at the beginning, and the photos and text about the clarification are only placed in the last paragraph."

"I dare say that many people will say bad things about my mother because of this."

"Damn Rita Skeeter!"

"That Rupert Grint is no good either!"

As he spoke, he got up again.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"A rumor needs another rumor to stop it, and even if this isn't a rumor, it's still the same principle," Ron said. "I want the whole school to know and believe that tonight a cursed 12-year-old boy who looks like an adult will be enrolling, so that everyone's attention will be diverted from my mother to this stranger."

An hour later.

Harry looked at Ron, who was running back to the common room covered in sweat, and said, "Is everything done?"

Ron nodded. "I also got some information from the portrait."

"Two people with faces like this entered the school yesterday."

"The young one is named Lance Weasley. He was invited by Dumbledore to Hogwarts to explore the city and write his travelogue."

"So," Harry slapped the table, "That Rupert Grint is indeed a relative of yours. He looks just like Lance Weasley, it would be strange if he weren't!"