"Father! Mother! We're here!" Fred and George answered in unison, their faces still wearing their usual cheeky grins.
Their robes had been burned full of holes, and their faces were smeared with ash. They waved their arms exaggeratedly as they slowly descended.
"Fred! George!" The Weasley children all cried out, their faces full of disbelief.
"We're here!" Fred and George landed steadily. Noticing the expressions on their brothers' and sister's faces, they raised their eyebrows and asked, "What kind of faces are those? Don't want us back? Shall we leave, then?"
"Fred! George!" Mrs. Weasley's familiar scolding rang out. "How can you talk like that?"
Seeing Mrs. Weasley rushing over, still looking as fierce as ever, Fred and George panicked slightly. They waved their hands, trying to patch things up. "Mother, we were only jok—"
Before they could finish, Mrs. Weasley had already pulled them into her arms, her voice carrying an undisguised sob. "You little brats! You scared me to death!"
Mr. Weasley stepped forward as well, opening his arms and gathering all three of them into an embrace.
"Father... Mother..." Feeling their parents' embrace and hearing the sob in Mrs. Weasley's voice, Fred and George's voices trembled slightly.
They looked up at the same time and saw each other's reddened eyes.
"Ow!" They immediately began teasing each other in unison. "You're actually crying! That's hilarious!"
The Weasley children all crowded closer. Hearing their identical movements and voices, they could not help laughing.
Voldemort had not yet been defeated, but after confirming Fred and George's safety, everyone managed to pull themselves together.
Percy could not help asking, "What exactly happened just now?"
Before Fred and George could speak, Mrs. Weasley seemed to anticipate something. She raised one finger and emphasized, "No joking! Tell me properly! Tell me seriously!"
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