Half a Month Later

Bill's matter was not resolved for almost half a month.

Probably.

For at least two weeks Harry stopped seeing Bill receiving love letters from all over Europe.

As for why Harry could tell at a glance that they were love letters, it was because of the kiss marks, ribbons, heart-shaped markings, and other things on the surface of the letters.

Ron came over carrying a pot of hot milk and casually placed it on a corner of the dining table.

"Harry, do you really think Bill's matter is settled?" He glanced at Bill, who was still frowning, and whispered.

"I haven't seen a letter in ages," Harry shrugged.

He glanced at the kitchen and then at the old clock in the corner.

Harry really likes this clock.

If you want to know the time, it's completely useless, but it can provide you with many other things.

It has nine gold needles, each engraved with the name of a member of the Weasley family.

The clock face has no numbers, but it lists the places where each family member might be.

There are "home", "school" and "work", as well as "on the road", "missing", "hospital" and "prison". At the twelve o'clock position on an ordinary clock, there is a sign that reads "life in danger".

At this moment, all seven hands are pointing to "home," while Mr. Weasley's hand—the longest of the nine—is still pointing to "going to work."

Ginny's stick, the shortest of the nine, still points to "the road".

Hey bro, I'm here!

"You didn't come to our house just for Ginny, did you?"

"I thought it was because of me!" Ron stepped aside, blocking Harry's view, clearly displeased.

"You—what gives you the right to ask this question?"

"Ginny is my fiancée."

"Of course it's because of her."

"Be careful Fred and George don't hear you say that," Harry rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"I'm not Bill. He's the student council president, has a great job, and dresses really cool."

"In addition, Fred and George were locked up for ten days because of this, and were only recently released. They wouldn't dare to do this again."

"Besides, didn't Rita Skeeter say that there was something between you, me, Neville when I was in first grade?" Ron said, picking up a sandwich and eating it as he spoke.

He wasn't nervous at all because of what Harry said.

"And this matter actually has little to do with Fred and George."

"It was clearly Sirius's high-profile use of the resources of the Daily Prophet, Britain's largest newspaper, to find a man for Bill that caused the aftermath," Ron said, taking a sip of milk.

"That's not the point. The point is, where do you get the confidence to compare yourself to Ginny?"

"In other words, if you had to choose to go to my and Lavender's house, you would choose—"

"Your house! It's definitely your house!" Ron replied decisively before Harry could finish speaking.

"Yio! Stay away from my fiancé, you hypocrite!" Ginny's voice came from the doorway.

The shortest hand on the grandfather clock has also reached the "home" position.

"When you were at Hogwarts, you always shamelessly sought every possible opportunity to get intimate with Lavender."

"And now you're saying this."

"I seriously doubt if you're the Bill Fred and George are talking about!" Ginny sat directly in Harry's lap, blocking Harry and Ron.

"I'm not stupid, I'm just Lavender's boyfriend."

"When I went to their house, I guess her parents were just as wary of me as Professor Trelawney and Parvati."

"Maybe even the same as Bill," Ron said, lowering his voice and glancing at Bill.

"Going to Harry's house will be different."

"Sirius's house is a lot of fun. Lupin and Tonks are still there."

"It is said that Regulus has recently been able to speak."

"And that portrait of the crazy old woman, sometimes it's quite fun to tease her."

"Yes, and that umbrella made from the Troll's foot, it's back to like new now."

"There we can also get advance notice of what's in the Daily Prophet," Ron said, recounting everything about Sirius's house as if it were his own treasure.

"How about we go to Sirius's house again this summer?" Harry asked tentatively.

"Never mind."

"Draco's not here, he's with Pansy. How are we going to have fun with just the two of us?" Ron shook his head decisively.

"You forgot? I'm still here, aren't I?" Ginny patted the table, indicating that she was right there.

"You?" Ron shook his head dismissively.

"Let's forget about it. Your parents support your engagement, but we won't let you go to Sirius's house."

"After all, it's just you and Harry there, with no adults to supervise you. Sirius doesn't act like an adult. The only reliable one Lupin, is always with Tonks and not at home."

"Mom and Dad won't be at ease," Ron said, then sighed helplessly.

"Our family is doing very well too."

"We recently renovated our house, and now we have a lot more space."

"There are four more bedrooms now."

"Now Charlie and Bill have moved back, and there are extra rooms available."

"This is even with Fred and George each having their own room," Ginny said, bringing up the recent changes in the house.

"It makes me angry just thinking about it."

"Why should Fred and George have two rooms?"

"They eat, sleep, and go to the toilet together; they've never been apart."

"This just gave them more rooms to conduct experiments."

"This can't go on!"

"They've almost cracked my Smoke Bomb lately."

"They've invented a spell to add information to it." Ron frowned. "If this continues..."

"If this continues, Fred and George will be able to ditch you and go it alone?"

"I knew it, that's what you really care about," Ginny sneered.

"No, that's not true!"

"I just think the Triwizard Tournament next semester is very important."

"Every student participates, and the Ministry of Magic even allows us to use magic at home for this purpose."

"It is clear that this is not only about our college and school, but also about the reputation of our country."

"Under these circumstances, Fred and George were doing all sorts of crooked things all day, wasting the precious opportunity to practice magic!" Ron said with a straight face, but his words were not what they really meant.

He spoke more and more seriously, and finally even stood on the bench, looking like he was giving a speech at a conference.

"Engorgement Charm!" A flash of blue light appeared.

Ron covered his neck; he seemed to want to speak, but no sound came out.

He's gotten arrogant!

His eyes bulged outwards, each finger swollen to the thickness of a sausage, and his robe ripped open with a thud, slamming against the wall—he was swollen, like a frighteningly large balloon!

"Yes, we really shouldn't waste this opportunity!"

"Ron, you'll definitely help us, right?" Fred and George emerged from behind the balloon with mischievous grins, blew on the tips of their wands, and struck a victory pose.