Molly has a very low alcohol tolerance.
So she rarely drinks alcohol, but she was really happy today, so she had a few extra beers.
As expected, he drank too much.
"Silan... my child... you've suffered so much..."
"Don't blame your father..."
"He loves you... really..."
Molly lay on the table, muttering to herself.
"Darling, you've had too much to drink." Arthur Weasley gently nudged Molly's elbow, then turned to George and Fred, "Come on, help your mother to her room."
George and Fred walked around the dining table to Molly's side and helped her up.
"Okay, Mom, it's time for you to go to sleep."
The three of them staggered upstairs.
Arthur Weasley looked away and turned to Ginny, saying, "You should go back to your room and rest too."
After saying that, Arthur Weasley waved to Silan again. "We've prepared a new room for you. It's not big, but your aunt has kept it very clean."
"Go take a look, I'll tidy up here." Arthur Weasley got up, preparing to take the dishes from the table to the kitchen.
"I'll do it, Uncle Arthur Weasley."
Silan smiled at him, waved her wand, and used the Levitation Charm to transport all the dishes on the table to the kitchen, then used Scourgify Charm to clean them thoroughly.
Arthur Weasley was somewhat surprised.
Could a first-grader really use these Spells so skillfully?
However, since he is Fabian's child, it's not surprising, given that his father is an excellent wizard.
"Good boy, your aunt will be so proud of you."
Silan, led by Arthur Weasley, arrived at her room.
The Burrow was also enchanted with Undetectable Extension Charm, making the space much larger than it appeared from the outside.
Otherwise, there wouldn't be enough room for the children alone.
The room was about the same size as Slytherin's bedroom, with a simple single bed and a box at the head of the bed for storing clothes.
A desk and a chair were placed by the window, with a shelf next to them.
"Though it's a bit simple, all these things are new." Arthur Weasley used his wand to guide Silan's luggage into the room and placed it beside the bed. "I hope you like it."
Although it was simple, Silan was very satisfied.
Hearing the words "all new" in the Weasley family is as daunting as hearing that Merlin has a room full of Barbie pink lace pajamas.
Putting everything else aside, if Ron were here, he'd definitely be drooling with envy.
Everything is brand new!
"Thank you," Silan nodded in thanks. "I really like it here."
"That's good, that's good."
Arthur Weasley nodded repeatedly, moved around the room, quietly closed the door, and mysteriously took out something.
"Silan, could you please take a look at this? It seems like it's broken. I can't fix it even with the Reparo."
"Oh? Let me see."
Silan took the item from Arthur Weasley's hand, examined it, and saw that it was a flashlight.
After pressing the switch, the flashlight did not respond at all.
"It must be out of power." Silan turned the flashlight upside down, unscrewed the back cover, took out the battery, pressed it down on the edge of the table, and then put the slightly Transfiguration battery back in.
"Try opening it," Silan said.
Arthur Weasley took the flashlight, pressed the switch, and the flashlight bulb emitted a beam of light, illuminating the ceiling.
"Oh, that's amazing." Arthur Weasley clicked his tongue in amazement as he fiddled with the flashlight. "A clever Muggle, able to cast a glow -Lumos without a wand."
These were items he had just taken from the office and destroyed.
It's called destruction, but actually it's just being kept at home and tinkered with.
He really liked this Muggle item and couldn't bear to throw it away.
"The batteries are almost dead," Silan gestured with her hand. "We need to buy some new ones."
"This is a bit troublesome."
Arthur Weasley scratched his head; he had no idea where he could buy the Muggle batteries Silan had mentioned.
Silan suggested to him, "I can send you some when I get back."
"Oh! Good boy, thank you!" Arthur Weasley reached up and touched his head, deferring to his non-existent hat. "I'm so looking forward to it."
Arthur Weasley Weasley works in the Office for the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts, yet he has a passion for everything about Muggle.
This is truly a strange thing.
"You should get some rest. We'll talk about this later."
Arthur Weasley put away the flashlight and walked briskly out of the room.
Silan lay in bed feeling sleepy and drifted off to sleep without realizing it.
The next morning.
George and Fred sneaked out of their rooms, walked quietly down the corridor, and headed toward Silan's room.
"Shh, keep your voice down."
Fred gestured for George to be quiet.
Two people tiptoed in through the crack in the door, their footsteps barely touching the floor, and slowly walked toward Silan on the bed.
They stood on either side of the bed, each holding a corner of the blanket and suddenly pulling it off.
Good morning, Silan!
When the blanket was pulled back, George and Fred both froze on the spot.
There's no one in bed?
Just as the two were wondering where Silan had gone, they suddenly heard Molly's voice.
"Well, you two! How dare you play tricks on your brother!"
George immediately said in what he thought was a cute tone, "Sorry, Mom, it was just a little joke."
"Yes, it's not cold in our house." Fred nodded repeatedly.
The two obediently lowered their heads and turned around, but only saw Silan's figure.
It was obvious that he was imitating Molly's voice just now; no wonder they found it a bit strange.
George and Fred were at a disadvantage; it wasn't easy for them to trick Silan.
"Hey, Silan, good morning," George greeted her, pretending nothing had happened.
Silan glanced out the window; it was just beginning to get light.
He found it a little strange; why were George and Fred getting up so early in this freezing weather?
"Would you like to go to Diagon Alley?" Fred whispered in Silan's ear. "Christmas is coming up, and they open early. We can go buy some things."
"How do I get there?" Silan, somewhat intrigued.
George and Fred exchanged a glance, both confirming that they hadn't made a mistake in choosing the wrong person.
"We'll use Floo Powder to get there." Fred walked to the door and beckoned to the two of them. "Keep your voices down, I remember Mom hid it downstairs."
The three of them lined up in a row, crouching low with a strong sense of urgency, and walked down the stairs to the living room.
The wall clock with only one hand is pointing to "Sleep".
This means it's still Molly's bedtime.
When the pointer points to "feed the chickens," it means Molly needs to get up and go outside to feed the chickens.
Fred picked up a flowerpot from the kitchen mantel. "Come on, everyone grab a handful."
"Floo Powder is very simple, Silan. Watch me make it first."
George plucked a pinch of the glittering powder from the flowerpot, walked to the stove in the kitchen, and tossed the powder in.
The fire instantly turned green, casting a greenish glow on George's face.
He walked straight into the fire, shouted "Diagon Alley," and vanished in the blink of an eye.
"Your turn, Silan."