The Weasley Family

"Th-thanks. W-we should look around the Old Goods Shop. M-maybe we'll find a treasure!"

Hermione finished speaking between ragged breaths, then turned toward the entrance to the alley. She walked so quickly that even Robin barely caught the unnatural pink flush on her earlobes.

Probably the heat. Robin thought no more of it and strode after her. They walked in silence until they reached the Old Goods Shop.

The shop was small, but it was crammed with goods.

There were at least a hundred dented Wands, their tips or ends broken off. Misshapen Cauldrons with chipped rims were stacked one inside another. Hole-riddled Wizarding Robes and cloaks hung from flower-shaped racks like rags. No, they were rags.

"Percy Weasley, what are you doing here?" Hermione asked in surprise.

Percy stared at her like a startled rabbit, clutching an old copy of How to Gain Power as a Prefect tightly to his chest.

"I... was just looking around. Ron hasn't caused any trouble, has he?"

He was plainly trying to change the subject. The Weasley family had never cared much for power; otherwise, they would not have lived in such poverty. But among the seven children of this generation, one stood apart—Percy Weasley!

He was obsessed with power and would later make a serious mistake. In the end, though, he would make amends.

"Oh, Ron's fine. His mouth gets him into trouble sometimes, but he's a good person. It was Fred and George who caused trouble. They played a prank and made me..."

After listening, Percy Weasley stood up. He straightened his back, raised his chin, and put on the air of a Prefect. "Miss Hermione Granger, I've received your complaint. Children who misbehave should be held responsible for their actions!"

He nodded to Hermione, then marched out of the shop