The Weasleys only wandered around with Harry and Hermione for a little while before temporarily parting ways and heading to Barcelona's old town to visit a distant relative of theirs.
Meanwhile, Hermione and Harry stayed behind to continue browsing Boqueria Market.
"Wait for me!" As Ron was dragged away by Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, he looked as though he were on the verge of tears, clutching Harry with one hand and Hermione with the other as he spoke reluctantly.
"All right, we know. Go on, then. Hurry up and come back soon." Hermione waved him off impatiently, saying goodbye in a casual tone.
Harry was much the same—
In his view, visiting a relative they had barely contacted for decades was hardly pleasant, but he still could not understand Ron's exaggeratedly pained expression.
"Go on, go on." Hermione waved with a smile, looking as though she was delighted by the prospect.
Ron glanced at them and frowned slightly, but in the end, he let go and followed behind his parents with heavy steps.
His somewhat disappointed figure was left behind in the air, and his footsteps seemed rather heavy.
"Ron definitely wants us to plead for him," Harry suddenly said after watching Ron leave until he had disappeared from sight.
"One hundred percent," Hermione agreed. "I don't want to get involved in the Weasley family's private affairs."
"Mm-hm." Harry nodded in agreement.
Clearly, Mr. Weasley was now as fired up as though he had been injected with chicken blood. He took every task Tierra assigned him extremely seriously, even the most trivial tasks Tierra mentioned in passing.
That was why, while they were traveling, he had remembered that the Weasley family had such a distant relative in Spain and wanted to come persuade them while they had the chance.
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