The Ruined Trip to Egypt

Getting married in second grade?

Upon hearing this, most people would assume that it must have happened in a backward region of India.

After all, if you count the grades, second graders are only seven years old.

If we were to actually get married, that would be a real ordeal.

But the second year in the wizarding world is different; they start school at age 11.

Moreover, Ron had completely misheard; he was engaged.

In the Wizarding World, getting engaged at age 12, especially among Pure-blood wizards, is perfectly normal.

Ron thought this was normal.

But he never expected that Fred and George would find this group of burly witches.

Witches of this size are extremely rare even at Hogwarts.

After a difficult escape from the Gryffindor Common Room, two red figures caught his attention.

"Die!" Ron lunged at the figure whose hair was even more disheveled, which must be Fred.

He knew it must have been Fred's idea!

However, when his fist touched the back of the figure's head, he felt a soft touch.

Then, boom—shrimp karakka, a wave of heat swept across Ron's cheeks.

It's an explosion!

Ron touched his cheek; he was unharmed.

He tried to open his eyes; a card lay at the center of the explosion.

Dear Ron

Ron, you must be lonely. We know you're the only one among your close friends who's still single, and it's not because you're incapable. It's just that your taste is unusual, as you can tell from the picture of Aunt Muriel under your pillow. After some effort, we found 30 contestants and persuaded them to sign up. Don't be touched, it's just what we should do.

Love you Fred and George

"You bastards! You're even worse than Goblin!" A shrill roar came from the corridor on the Seventh Floor. A wizard with a black and red afro and a dark face leaned against the wall.

Twenty minutes later, after washing his face, Ron, with his frizzy hair still sticking out, returned to the dormitory, panting heavily.

"Ginny! What are you doing?!" Ron couldn't believe his eyes.

"Ugh—it's so noisy!"

Ginny yawned and nudged Harry, who was standing next to her, to signal that someone had arrived.

"Ron, what's wrong with you?" Ginny perked up.

"You do not know?"

"It's Fred and George!"

"Where did they go?" Ron asked Ginny suspiciously.

"What kind of prank was this time?"

"Their new products?"

"Wake up! Harry, look—" Ginny nudged Harry's shoulder.

"What's wrong?"

"Ron, what's with your new hairstyle?" Harry was startled and instinctively jumped off the bed.

"Okay, I'll tell you," Ron said, his face contorted with humiliation, recounting his recent experience in Gryffindor.

"Wait, you didn't find them?"

"What about Percy?" Ginny sensed something was wrong.

"Percy?"

"I didn't see it."

"They're probably hiding in their dorm rooms."

"But you can understand why I'm afraid to go back to the Gryffindor Common Room on the Seventh Floor." Ron clenched his fists.

"Fred and the others have gone too far!" Harry said.

Ron was about to nod, but Harry's next words—

"Those ladies came to meet people for real, but—" Harry frowned.

"Yeah, Fred and the others are really outrageous." Ginny looked at Harry, her face flushed red.

"You two—"

"It's me!"

"I'm the one who suffered a loss!"

"They pinched my butt several times!"

"Harry, are you my friend?!"

"And you too— Ginny, I'm your brother! Your brother's innocence was almost ruined!"

"If I hadn't been physically strong and managed to escape in time, I might have lost my first kiss—" Ron said indignantly, not daring to think any further.

"Maybe." Harry shrugged and put his arm around Ginny, who was standing next to him.

"However, this also shows that you are very popular with witches."

"This might be a good thing," Harry said to Ron, after calming himself down by absorbing Ginny's energy.

"What's popular!"

"Most of it is because I am Arthur Weasley's son, Harry Potter's friend, and Fred and George's brother."

"Only one person complimented my muscular physique."

Ron's expression grew even more gloomy.

"I think they might not be at Hogwarts anymore." Just as Harry was comforting Ron by saying he was in good shape, Ginny suddenly said something completely out of the blue.

"Them?"

"Fred and George?"

"Didn't I tell you? They should be in the dormitories in the Gryffindor Common Room, because I'm too scared to go in." Ron scratched the back of his head in confusion.

"No, I mean Fred, George, Percy, the three of them."

"I just realized now that their clothes and the things they were carrying were all very strange." Ginny touched her chin, as if deep in thought.

"Something's not right?" Harry looked at Ginny curiously.

Ron was also preparing to take a shower, put on Harry's Invisibility Cloak, and go to the portrait of the Fat Lady on the Seventh Floor to keep watch.

If Fred and George are gone, then all the suffering he just endured was for nothing!

"First, they weren't wearing Weasley sweaters. Fred and George always changed into them immediately."

"Secondly, there was Percy, who was carrying a lot of stuff on his back. I asked him— Fred and George answered before I could—that it was snow."

"They're planning to use this to play a trick on you."

"But now that I think about it, if it had been snow, there would have been water stains on the ground."

"And it wouldn't be those two mannequins either—their outlines are wrong."

"Then there's only one answer—they went back!" Ginny had barely finished speaking.

Ron couldn't help but scream.

The sound of firecrackers exploding came from his left pocket.

"Scabbers!" Ron pulled out a plump rat.

Just like Ron before, it was unharmed, but its fur was bristling and looked like a ball of fluff, and its color had turned black.

"Poor thing!" Under Ron's caresses and kisses, Scabbers finally calmed down.

"What just exploded?" Harry looked at Ron's pocket.

"It's that letter, from after the dummy exploded." Ron took out the letter.

He was surprised to find that the letter's color had changed.

No, there's also its content.

Dear Ron, Ginny, and Harry

Ron, you must have already realized we're no longer at Hogwarts. But there's something we're curious about: when did you find out? It would be interesting if you found out late at night from the Fat Lady. There's something we need to tell you. Percy and I are going to Egypt to see Bill. Mom and Dad actually considered having you come along, but don't thank us, George and I declined on your behalf. After all, Ron, you have a blind date. Ginny, you have to spend time with Harry.

Your beloved Fred and George, and your hated Percy.

"We were supposed to go to Egypt!" Ron's face twisted in pain.