Bill Weasley

The usually peaceful Ottery St Catchpole has recently become bustling with activity, with people coming and going.

Some oddly dressed people began to gather in the village, as if there was a costume party going on nearby.

Curious residents inquired, but all they received were nonsensical ramblings.

The Chosen One was to get engaged to a girl from the village.

That's utter nonsense!

Isn't there only one the Chosen One?

This also led many villagers to spontaneously distance themselves from these strangely dressed individuals.

They may be cult members.

Moreover, everyone appeared in a very strange way. Even though no vehicles were seen, they emerged from behind a tree, a fence, or a bush.

I strongly suspect that they dug some kind of tunnel in the village.

Of all the villagers, Old Jack particularly disliked those dressed in strange clothes.

According to him, it was because of these guys that his old hen stopped laying eggs.

So much so that he would squat under the oak tree at the village entrance every day, using his cane to chase away all the strange people he saw.

Today, in the afterglow of the setting sun, he set his sights on a strange-looking fellow.

He was clearly a man, but he had long hair tied in a ponytail and wore an earring with a small fan-like object hanging from it.

His attire seemed even stranger to Old Jack than any of the previous guys.

Despite the sweltering summer heat, he was dressed in a black leather jacket with unidentified metal zippers, and his boots seemed to be covered in strange scales.

"You're not welcome in our village!" Old Jack waved his cane at the man.

"It's me." The man turned his head.

"Wait, is that you? Red-haired brat?" Old Jack put down his cane.

Old Jack knew this man.

His name is Bill, Bill Weasley.

Bill's family lived outside the village. For some reason, although they got along fairly well with the villagers, no one in the village ever thought of visiting them.

They have seven children.

The eldest son, Bill, along with the two twins, the fourth and fifth sons, and their father, often come to the village.

Although Bill's family lived outside the village, in Old Jack's eyes they were true villagers.

"It's you, Bill!"

"You'd better be careful, some strange fellows have come to the village recently," Old Jack said kindly.

He started exchanging pleasantries with Bill about where he had been all these years.

Upon learning that Bill was working at a bank in Egypt, Old Jack couldn't help but lecture him. "I suggest you choose a job closer to home."

Look at you! Those Egypt have ruined your clothes!"

"I'm not planning to leave again this time. I was on assignment abroad before, but now I've been transferred back to the Britain headquarters as a clerk," Bill greeted Old Jack familiarly.

"Then you should pay attention to your attire. Now that you're back in Britain, you should have the taste and manners of a British gentleman." Old Jack looked at the young man in front of him with a mixture of disdain and pity.

He used to be such a great young man, and now look at him like this.

Old Jack, who believed in Britain supremacy, reaffirmed his belief that the outside world was full of demons and monsters, and decided to break his grandson's legs if he was to go abroad to work.

Bill, even though he had been away from the village for so long, was still very skilled at translating everything in the wizarding world into information that Muggle could understand and communicating with Old Jack.

He grew up here, and this unexpected exchange actually made him feel more relaxed.

Because he returned to Britain for one thing: to postpone Harry and Ginny's engagement.

He felt it was too early.

But he also knew that his parents would definitely object, and he felt a little anxious about it.

Fortunately, his conversation with Old Jack made him realize something.

That means he might be wrong.

Because his parents and Ginny all agreed to it.

He might do this because of prejudice.

Just like how Old Jack inexplicably assumed that the wizards who came to the village were bad people.

But seeing his even stranger attire, Old Jack felt relieved.

Because Old Jack had practically watched him grow up.

Perhaps he'll agree once he spends some time with Harry and gets to know him better.

That's what Bill thought.

But this idea only lasted until 8:30 p. m.

Because, as he hurriedly returned to the Burrow and stood before Ginny, who had tried on dress after dress and was now in her bedroom, someone appeared out of the mirror and snatched her away.

The figure was too easy to recognize, even for Bill, who hadn't been back to his original place for a long time.

He is Harry Potter!

Because of the news about Harry and Ginny, Bill, who had collected all the Daily Prophet copies with Harry's picture attached, swore he was absolutely not mistaken.

He's determined to stop this wedding!

Even Merlin couldn't stop him!

On the other hand, after exchanging ideas with Ginny...

"So, Bill just saw me?" Harry said.

"We're doomed. Bill already had a prejudice against you."

"This time you took Ginny away before the engagement party again, Bill— " Ron wiped away his cold sweat.

In his mind, he could already picture his Bill in a room, sternly interrogating Harry for information.

Ginny also looked melancholy.

She hopes that this engagement will be blessed by everyone in her family.

Bill was no exception.

"Is he like the old Percy?" Harry looked at Ron and Ginny.

"It's different. Bill is like a combination of George and Percy. He's academically excellent, but also very popular."

"He is not as conventional as the old Percy."

On the contrary, he's very adventurous. Ron shook his head.

"Then why would he object to me and Ginny?" Harry was completely puzzled.

"Ginny is our only younger sister, and we all love her very much."

"Percy, Fred, and George all know what kind of person you are."

"Charlie respected Ginny's wishes more."

"But Bill, he's more like my mother in how he treats Ginny."

"Ginny, saying things like 'I'm doing this for your own good' was Bill's old catchphrase," Ron said, pursing his lips.

In his eyes, Bill was perfect in every way, but Bill became a completely different person when it came to his sister.

"Really?" Harry couldn't help but swallow hard, looking at Ginny.

"Mmm." Ginny nodded with a bitter expression.

"Alohomora!" a strange male voice suddenly rang out, and the door opened.

"I already told you, Harry is a little nervous and uncomfortable."

"There's only Ron in this room. Your claim that Harry popped out of the mirror and kidnapped Ginny is utter nonsense!"

"If Ginny were here, I would eat my shoes—" This is Sirius.

He blocked Bill with his body, looking extremely annoyed, as if he thought Bill was being unreasonable.

But as he turned his head, he caught a glimpse of another fiery red-haired figure in Harry's arms out of the corner of his eye.

"How could it be so fast!" Ron seemed startled.

"Have you forgotten about the Floo Network?" Bill shoved Sirius off him and turned around. "You're the Harry tricked my sister, aren't you, Harry Potter!"