I Really Like This Cousin!

"Hello."

The Weasley twins greeted him at the same time, then took turns introducing themselves.

"I'm Fred Weasley."

"I'm George Weasley."

After introducing themselves, they paused, then spoke in perfect unison again.

"Nice to meet you."

"Uh... you two talk. I'll be going, Silan."

Seeing that they seemed to have something to discuss, Neville left first.

He and the Weasley twins were all from Gryffindor House and had known each other for a long time. There was no need for another round of introductions. Besides, they had clearly come for Silan.

"Hello." Silan held out his hand and introduced himself. "I'm Silan Prewett. Nice to meet you."

The Weasley twins shook his hand, nodding with broad smiles.

"Yes, yes, we've known about you for a while. There have been quite a few rumors about you lately. Well done."

Silan asked, "May I ask why you came looking for me?"

"Oh, I nearly forgot." Fred took out the letter Molly had sent them. "You should understand after reading this."

Though the contents of the letter were simple, it clearly explained the protagonist's background and his relationship with the Weasley family. It also instructed the twins to take good care of their younger cousin.

While Silan lowered his head to read the letter, George spoke beside him.

"You might not be able to accept this right away. Suddenly gaining a whole new set of relatives is always a little strange. But it's all right. You'll get used to it gradually."

Fred winked at Silan. "I'd wager Mum really wanted to come see you herself, but she was afraid of frightening you. That's why she sent us to look after you."

Perhaps knowing that the two of them had quite a reputation, and afraid Silan might think they were pulling a prank on him, Fred added another sentence.

"This isn't a prank. We never joke about things like this."

Although they were usually mischievous and loved playing pranks on Ron, the Weasley twins also loved their family dearly.

There was no way they would joke about something like this just to prank an orphan who had no grievance with them.

Silan was not particularly surprised. After all, he could say that he had expected this for quite some time.

Ever since meeting Molly at the station, he had known this day would come.

He just had not expected it to come so soon.

School had not even been in session for two weeks, and they had already figured out his identity?

They moved fast.

Since Silan had been reborn into this body from the womb, he had not taken over someone else's body or memories.

So whether by blood or by the family tree, the Weasleys really were his blood relatives.

"This... I really don't know what to say." Silan put on an overwhelmed expression.

He did not want to reject this family connection.

For one thing, he did not dislike the Weasley family. For another, the Weasley family would provide considerable convenience for his future plans.

Besides, his mother should rightfully be known and accepted by the Weasley family, then buried alongside the man she loved.

Instead of lying alone as she did now, in a crowded cemetery on the outskirts of London.

Still, if a normal person suddenly learned that they had gained a whole new branch of relatives, they would not happily accept it right away.

Unless that relative was the richest person in the world and had thirty billion Galleons for you to inherit.

But the Weasleys obviously had nothing to do with that.

That was why he had put on this hesitant act.

"Don't worry. You can take your time getting used to it. And you don't have to call us cousins. Just call us by our names." George pointed at himself. "I'm George."

"I'm Fred. Make sure you can tell us apart." Fred pointed at himself as well.

Looking at the two people before him, who seemed as though they had been copied and pasted, Silan thought, Telling you two apart really won't be easy.

And why did twins in this world always wear exactly the same clothes?

Could it be because the second outfit was half-price?

"Oh, right, Fred. Give Silan his money back." George called Silan by name with ease.

It seemed he had adapted rather quickly to having an extra cousin.

Fred took out the money Silan had paid for the Dungbombs last time. "Silan, here's your money back. Consider the Dungbombs a gift from us."

Silan looked at the six silver Sickles lying in Fred's palm and shook his head.

Money was meant to be spent after it was earned.

In his eyes, being a miser was the most boring thing in the world.

Seeing Silan refuse, Fred and George scratched their heads anxiously.

They regretted it a little. If they had known, they would not have taken their cousin's money in the first place.

"You should take the money back." George looked troubled. "If our mum finds out, she'll probably send us a Howler."

"You two! How dare you take money from your own cousin!"

Fred tightened his face and imitated their mother's tone. Then he spread his hands. "If Mum finds out, we'll definitely get an earful. Just help us out and take the money back."

"I don't want the money." Silan still shook his head firmly.

George and Fred exchanged a glance, sharing the same thought: this cousin looked gentle, but he was unexpectedly stubborn.

Silan smiled at them and kept them in suspense. "Not only do I not want these six Sickles, I'm also going to give you another Galleon."

This left Fred and George even more confused.

Even their usually clever, quick little minds could not figure out what this Prewett cousin of theirs meant.

A great many questions fluttered around their heads like pixies. For example, where had he gotten a Galleon? Their own family only had one gold Galleon in their vault at Gringotts.

And why was he giving them this Galleon for no reason at all?

Forget a poor family like the Weasleys; for most young wizards, a Galleon was already rare pocket money.

Fortunately, Silan did not keep them waiting any longer and directly stated his purpose.

"I want to hire you to plan a prank for me. This is money for buying the materials."

Without the right tools, one should not take on the job.

If anyone at Hogwarts was best at pulling off pranks, it was definitely the Weasley twins.

Following the principle of leaving professional work to professionals, Silan planned to outsource this matter to them.

And they were his cousins too. The money was merely passing from one hand to the other—what a profit!

George and Fred's eyes lit up. After calling each other's names, they said in unison,

"I really like this cousin!"

"Who's the target of the prank?" The two immediately entered work mode, asking excitedly, "Tell us whatever you need."

Now that was professionalism.

Silan nodded in satisfaction.

"The target is Professor Quirrell."

"As for requirements... I only have one: make sure the prank targets the back of his head viciously!"