The Dursleys' living room wasn't very big, and the children were all very fast.
Vincent hung the last Little Lions ornament on the ceiling, finally completing all the decorations.
Next is Harry's room.
Fred and George were the first to go in.
Perhaps the inside was beyond their expectations, for they both stood blankly at the doorway.
Completely different from the dark little attic last year, the expanded room is now large and bright.
The air is fresh, without any sour or musty smell.
The bed is new, everything is new.
The unwrapped gifts on the floor were neatly arranged, without a trace of mess.
Hedwig wasn't in the cage; she's probably out playing with Gu Gu.
Percy pushed past the twins, equally astonished.
His brother's room was filthy and messy, even worse than the school dormitory.
Although it's new, you can tell at a glance that it's been regularly maintained.
He said sternly, "Fred, George, you two need to learn from Harry how to tidy up your rooms."
"Hehehe~" The twins stuck out their tongues and hopped over to sit down on the edge of the bed.
Ron seemed to sense something and moved to the side, letting Bill's tall figure cover him as much as possible.
Percy did indeed turn around and look at him. "And you, Ron."
The Head Boy is different; every gesture exudes leadership qualities.
Bill, who had also been a chairman, turned to the side, smiled, and patted Ron on the back. "No one is perfect."
We can only do our best, but it's okay if we can't.
Serious criticism may not be helpful, but sincere encouragement is the most heartwarming.
"Thank you, Bill." Ron straightened his back slightly, no longer shrinking back.
Percy looked down, forgetting the student council president badge pinned to his chest, and then turned his attention to Fred and George.
The youngest brother can still be saved.
The two twin brothers were beyond even their parents' ability to cure.
As he came to the bedside and began his incessant lecture, everyone went into the room to start setting things up.
"Beep beep beep—"
Vincent looked toward the desk with a puzzled expression.
The sound is very rhythmic; it must be an alarm clock.
"Harry, your alarm clock is ringing."
"An alarm clock?" Harry looked even more puzzled. "I don't have any other alarm clocks."
He walked to the desk, puzzled, opened the drawer, and picked up a small glass top that was flashing red light frantically.
This was a birthday gift from Ron: Pocket Sneakoscope that would light up and spin when suspicious people appeared around him.
Bill covered half his face with one hand. "Harry, this is just a shoddy product sold to wizard tourists. Don't take it too seriously."
Fred and George, who were lying in bed looking utterly hopeless, suddenly jumped off the bed, knocking Percy's mouth shut.
"No, no, no, this thing discovered that we put beetles in your soup."
Bill smirked, "But it kept ringing from time to time after that."
The twins nodded in sudden understanding, then seized the opportunity to run out of the room... Vincent noticed that George's right hand seemed to be tightly gripping something.
I glanced at Percy instinctively, and sure enough, the student council president badge was gone.
He turned his head and stared at the Sneakoscope in Harry's hand with a look of curiosity.
It's not exactly exquisite, but it's really tiny.
Unfortunately, it's a counterfeit product.
"Harry, may I take a look at this?"
"Sure."
It doesn't make a sound when held in your hand, but it will spin on its own when placed on a table.
The lighting and sound effects are also passable, and it looks quite realistic.
Suspicious person spotted...
Vincent suddenly looked out the window.
Normally, he would also consider it a counterfeit product.
But these are extraordinary times, and who knows if Sirius Black has already arrived nearby.
"What's wrong?" Harry waved his hand gently in front of him.
"This could be a genuine Sneakoscope."
Everyone stopped what they were doing.
The Sneakoscope is a Dark Magic Detector invented by the 18th-century wizard Edgar Strauger.
Its principle is to use the monitoring function of a special glass surface to filter out all anomalies in the surrounding environment at all times.
Whenever it detects hostility or the presence of Dark Magic, it spins like a top and issues a warning with light and sound effects.
It can be considered a semi- Alchemical Item, which happens to fall within Vincent's area of expertise.
Bill frowned as he watched him carefully examine the Sneakoscope.
It's not that I don't believe in his abilities, but rather that this thing might actually be real.
Egypt does have many shops that rip off tourists, but there are also quite a few that operate with integrity.
Vincent rotated a small protrusion on the side of the Sneakoscope, and both the light and sound effects decreased simultaneously.
It will grow larger when rotated in the opposite direction.
This is a switch used to control the detection range; pressing it will also turn off all functions.
The maximum size wasn't measured, but the minimum size should be the area of the entire house.
With a serious expression, he took the Sneakoscope to the window, trying to find any suspicious people nearby.
There seemed to be nothing unusual, and there were only two fathers downstairs.
Could it be a problem with the sensitivity?
Even with the monitoring range already at its minimum, the Sneakoscope is still issuing alarms.
"It's true." Vincent tried to relax.
He handed the switched-off Sneakoscope back to Harry, "But it has a little problem, something must be broken."
The children breathed a sigh of relief.
However, Bill and Charlie both seemed to have sensed something.
It may be bad, but it's real nonetheless.
Based on Eric and Arthur's conversation about the suspicious person...
"Harry, our present is in the car. I'll go down and get it for you now."
They exchanged a glance. "Vincent, do you need our help?"
Vincent hesitated for a moment as he stepped out of the room. "Of course, I can't move all this stuff."
Bill and Charlie are adults and can understand the seriousness of the situation.
He walked down the stairs and looked at the beautifully decorated living room.
Even if the probability of the suspect being Sirius Black is very low, this is still important information that should be reported to the Ministry of Magic.
He went out of the house and came to Eric and Arthur.
"Mr. Weasley, I have some very important news to tell you."
The two fathers' expressions turned serious.
Arthur looked at his two sons who had followed him, and saw them shake their heads slightly before quickly glancing around.
After confirming that no one else was around, he lowered his head slightly and whispered:
"Alright, just say what you have to say."
Vincent's voice was so soft that even Eric next to him could barely hear it.
Are you sure that Sneakoscope is real?
"The sensitivity issue will only affect the monitoring range, not the final result."
"And I didn't open it up to check it carefully, so maybe its sensitivity is fine."
Arthur, his face grave, whispered, "I'll go tell them now. Anything important should be left until after the party."
Vincent nodded solemnly, "I understand, so only Bill and Charlie noticed something was wrong."
"Well done." Arthur patted his shoulder lightly, then looked into his two sons' eyes.
There was no time for reflection; if the Sneakoscope's sensitivity was fine, Sirius Black might have been hiding in the Dursleys.
Even if it wasn't him, he was still a hostile and bad person.