Simple Admiration? Big Sister's Charm

"Your Reality Stone absolutely embarrassing," Hermione said, looking at Harry and Ron speechlessly. "I should have stood with Ginny; it was a mistake to stand with you."

"What did you say?" Fred asked with interest.

"Aaron is here to watch the Quidditch World Cup too."

"Gaius is here too?" George asked, somewhat surprised. "Should we go and say hello to him?"

"It wasn't just him who came; his sister came too."

"He has a sister?" The twin brothers exchanged a glance, as if they had understood something, and looked at Harry and his sister meaningfully. "His sister must be very beautiful, right?"

"I don't know." Harry shook his head, his face slightly flushed. "She was wearing half a mask, but... how should I put it?"

"That sense of mystery is what's most appealing," Ron said seriously.

"I don't deny that his sister makes a perfect first impression, but..." Hermione paused, then looked at the two of them with disdain, "But you two are too exaggerated. You can't take your eyes off her after just one meeting."

"We were appreciating it." ×2.

"Harry and Ron said in unison."

They have some sense of shame, what's wrong with simply appreciating it?

The Weasley twins exchanged glances, both becoming somewhat interested in Aaron's sister, whom they had never met before.

Harry and the other two brought enough water, and Weasley started cooking over a fire.

However, he didn't use magic; instead, he kept trying to light the Muggle, and it took him an hour to get the fire going.

Their tents were located close to the stadium, and members of the Ministry of Magic would greet Weasley whenever they passed by.

Harry and Hermione were quite impressed, getting to know many people in just one hour thanks to Weasley's introduction.

On the other side.

After walking around the venue, Aaron and the others returned to their tents.

Adrian spent hundreds of Galleon buying a lot of souvenirs for her two younger brothers. Although Aaron and Lyon both thought it was unnecessary, they couldn't refuse their older sister's offer.

Jeans prepared a sumptuous lunch and patiently explained the rules of the Quidditch World Cup and the game rules to the three of them while they ate.

The two teams playing tonight are Bulgaria and Irish team. Irish team is slightly weaker Bulgaria, but they have a top Seeker, Viktor Krum.

"Which team are you two rooting for?" Adrian asked.

"I don't know, and I don't really care about these things," Aaron said casually.

"I support Irish team," Lyon said thoughtfully. "While Krum is excellent and even capable of turning the tide, these big competitions are all about overall strength."

"I think so too," Adrian nodded in agreement.

Just then, a familiar voice came from outside the tent. Turning around, he saw that the person in the lead was Arthur Weasley, followed by Harry, Hermione, and his children.

There should have been three Weasley —Bill, Charlie, and Percy —but they had just Apparition and were starving, busy filling their stomachs.

"Excuse me, Aaron, should we be allowed to come in?"

"Of course." Aaron walked over and lifted the curtain. "Mr. Weasley, please come in and make yourself at home."

As soon as they entered the room, their eyes widened involuntarily.

Other people's tents were huge, with complete water and electricity, and even a separate room. The ceiling could even connect to the outside sky. But their tents were just old-fashioned three-bedroom apartments, and they also had some unpleasant odors that were hard to ignore.

The contrast is striking.

"This...is exactly like Muggle's dwelling." Arthur was full of interest, his eyes constantly scanning the tent. For a Warlock who liked Muggle, the tent in front of him was extremely attractive.

"No ordinary Muggle could afford a house like this," Hermione remarked, noting that the tent was much larger than her own home.

"You flatter me. Warlock must also keep up with the times."

"Gaius, this...is your sister?" Fred and George looked at Adrian, and only then did they understand why Ron and Harry had been so distracted.

They had met many people, but this was the first time they had ever seen a girl with such outstanding temperament; she was simply breathtaking.

A faint smile appeared on Adrian's lips as he nodded gently. "You all, Adrian."

"Fred Weasley, this is George, we are twin brothers, we currently attend Hogwarts and are Gryffindor House Team Beater ..."

"Sigh!" Hermione sighed helplessly. "They're really brothers, just like Ron."

"I understand," Ginny teased. "Or rather, this reaction is normal."

Upon hearing this, the two brothers stopped talking.

They glanced at each other, both able to see a hint of awkwardness in each other's eyes.

They were more thick- Harry and Ron, and couldn't really express simple admiration.

"And who is this?" Arthur asked Lyon curiously.

"Aaron's second brother, just call me Lyon," Lyon explained casually, then lowered his head to read his book silently.

After a brief introduction, the Weasley family immediately started talking about their knowledge of the Quidditch World Cup.

Arthur was, after all, a member of the Ministry of Magic and had extensive connections. He understood the Ministry of Magic's arrangements for this world-class event better than the average Warlock.

Aaron and Lyon didn't seem to care, but Adrian seemed to take it very seriously. She invited Arthur to sit by the window for a detailed discussion and took out a notebook to start taking notes.

"When did my sister become interested in this kind of thing?" Lyon asked, puzzled.

"You're asking me? Who should I ask?" Aaron rolled his eyes. "But my older sister never does anything meaningless; she must have her own reasons."

"Do you even need to tell me?"

"Aaron," George and Fred asked cautiously in low voices, "If I may ask, how old is your sister?"

"She's ten years old, she was born on Christmas," Aaron said, then looked at the two of them meaningfully, "Why are you asking this? You're not interested in my sister, are you?"

"No."

How could that be?

The two brothers immediately waved their hands, but seeing the other's amused look, they felt inexplicably uneasy.

"Okay! We'll compete fairly," Fred assured him.

"That's right."

"Pfft! Hahaha!" Lyon couldn't help but clutch his stomach and laugh. "Countless people like Adrian, but 99% of them only dare to think about it and then give up on themselves."

The remaining one percent only dared to harbor a secret crush, which is what is known as unrequited love.

"You two are quite refined and unconventional among these people."

"Do we have a chance?" Fred asked nervously.

"Since you had the courage to ask, I won't hide it from you anymore. I'll tell you the truth," Lyon said seriously. "No, you don't have a single chance."

It is one of the basic conditions for my sister to choose a mate. Note, I said "" is one of the basic conditions.

To defeat her when you're less than three years apart in age, so... you should probably just give up now!

"We've met the age requirement," George said thoughtfully. "As for strength... we might not be able to beat her."

"Do you believe it?" Lyon asked Aaron.

"I don't believe it," Aaron said bluntly. "I'm not trying to discourage you, but you're already considered excellent among your peers, but you're completely incomparable to her."

"That's too hurtful!" Fred said, somewhat indignantly.

"Even if you all put yourselves together, you might not be able to beat me." Lyon added, "Even Aaron and I, or rather, all of us brothers combined, can't beat her. Our eldest sister has always kept us under her thumb since we were little."

"Isn't it a bit too much?"

Hermione interjected, noting that Ron and Harry also expressed skepticism about Lyon's words.

They had a certain understanding of Aaron's strength. If Adrian was even more powerful than him, then ordinary people wouldn't even be qualified to pursue her.

"That's how exaggerated it is." Lyon got more and more excited as he spoke. "Dumbledore, the strongest wizard of this century, it's only a matter of time before Adrian surpasses him."

She's just too outstanding. My siblings and I will probably worry about her in the future. What if she can't get married and ends up alone...?

A purple beam of light suddenly struck Lyon on the back.

Adrian casually snapped his fingers, and a tornado swept Lyon into the air, making him spin wildly.

"Sis, I was wrong... I'll never do it again, please put me down..."

Adrian ignored Arthur pleas for mercy and acted Quidditch World Cup if nothing had happened.

"I saw it." Aaron shrugged. "I dare say even Professor X of Hogwarts might not be her match."

Gollum!

The group swallowed hard; if they weren't strong enough, they really couldn't afford to pursue a girl like that.

"Um..." Harry chuckled, looking at Lyon, who was practically rolling his eyes in mid-air, "Is this really appropriate?"

"Don't worry, it's nothing serious." Aaron seemed used to this. "This isn't the first time. My sister actually has a pretty good personality; it's just that some people are a bit sarcastic."

If he could learn from me, he wouldn't have been beaten so many times.

Harry opened his mouth, but the thought of him putting Aunt Marge up in the sky like a balloon made him speechless.

"Excuse me, is Weasley here?"

A Chinese man's voice came from outside the tent; he sounded particularly excited.

"It seems to be Ludo Bagman," Arthur said with an embarrassed smile. "He's the Director of the Department of Magical Games and Sports, he must be here to see me."

Adrian pondered for a moment, then snapped his fingers and placed Lyon on the sofa.

"Uncle Jeans, please let him in!"

"Yes."

Lyon took several deep breaths before he could barely catch his breath.

He gave Aaron a resentful look, as if to say, "We agreed to stand together through thick and thin."

Aaron shrugged. He had only himself to blame; it was his own fault for not being able to control his mouth!