Fiery Phoebe

"I just foresaw these things."

"Besides, Ron deserved it."

"We all know that Phoebe's personality isn't as good as she looks." Ryan shrugged.

As Half-Veela, Phoebe cannot transform into a winged bird-headed human form with scales on its wings and the ability to unleash fireballs when angry.

But she seems to have transformed this form into a aspect of her personality.

If Phoebe hadn't known that Ryan knew Ron, Ron's fate wouldn't have been so pleasant.

Is something wrong?

"Ron's words were all fine, except for the part about insulting Beauxbatons." Kate blinked her big eyes.

The same goes for Penelope.

Ryan initially thought they were united against Phoebe, but he immediately understood why.

Britain and France have always been countries that don't get along.

This is true in terms of language.

For example, syphilis in French means "the disease of Britain".

In English, it is a France disease.

In French, a condom is a Britain overcoat. In English, it's a France letter.

The derogatory term "leaving without saying goodbye" in French means leaving like Britain, while in English it means leaving like a France.

This is true in language, let alone in other aspects.

In short, Britain and France were subtly discrediting each other in every aspect.

Wait, so in the original timeline, Mrs. Weasley hated Phoebe so much, but there was this kind of relationship between them?

"I remember you're Phoebe's friend." Ryan understood immediately, but still looked at Penelope with a strange expression.

Did she notice something? — Hiss!

"Phoebe is indeed my friend."

"I love her very much."

"And there is no prejudice against the France."

"I like how they always make little sounds between each word, like—" Penelope paused, clearing her throat, "I want a croissant, geese..."

She had just transformed her voice into Phoebe's tone.

If Ryan had closed his eyes, he probably would have thought Phoebe was there.

"Yeah, those France people seem afraid of being interrupted while they're talking. We're not going to yell, 'I want some toast!'" Kate mimicked Phoebe in a very convincing way.

"Kate, Penelope, is this how you both see me?" A hoarse voice suddenly rang out.

It's Phoebe!

Penelope and Kate were initially taken aback, but then they were completely stunned by the woman before them.

Even though they were women, they had to admit that Phoebe was stunningly beautiful.

The once spacious courtyard suddenly felt suffocating.

Phoebe had a tall and slender figure, with long golden hair and a faint silver glow emanating from her body.

Moreover, she was carrying a stack of books.

To Kate and Penelope of Ravenclaw, this made the whole scene even more perfect.

Fortunately, there was another spotlight in this courtyard— Ryan.

This woke them up quickly, and they exchanged a complicated look before staring intently at Ryan.

"This damn phlegm!" Kate couldn't help but think. (Phoebe's name sounds similar to phlegm in English in French.)

"Phoebe's charm is getting more and more exaggerated." Penelope couldn't help but think this for a moment.

However, the two quickly regained their composure and put on welcoming smiles.

During the moment they were both lost in thought—"Hello, Ryan." Phoebe warmly tiptoed and kissed Ryan on both cheeks.

Ryan felt a burning sensation where he had been kissed.

Before transmigrating, Ryan, a native of Chongqing, had three words that came to mind. "Spicy girl!"

The fake "hot girl" personality is fiery and can eat spicy food.

A real hot girl, she'll make you feel hot right away!

"Hey! Stay away from the brat!" Kate appeared between Ryan and Phoebe, wiping Ryan's face with a look of disgust.

"Ryan, is that you?" Penelope didn't seem to care much about Phoebe's actions.

In her view, this was merely France social etiquette.

So the moment she regained consciousness, she understood one thing.

That means it must be Ryan's fault that Phoebe suddenly arrived here at such a crucial moment.

Only he could bring over the ephemeral Phoebe of London's Diagon Alley.

After all, no one except Ryan can Apparition from Smith Castle.

Kate's teleportation was achieved through the movement of her shadow.

"Ryan just wanted to give you a surprise."

"After all, it's been almost a year since we last met." Phoebe tossed her hair, her eyes sparkling.

"Of course that's true."

"Am I supposed to just read Ron and Harry's boring ordeal again?" Ryan then nodded.

"Let's just pretend it's true!" Kate puffed out her cheeks and buried her head in Ryan's arms.

Ryan waved his hand, and the surrounding scenery began to change.

The next second they appeared in the lounge on the second floor.

On the bookshelf in the lounge, a hamster is running on a spinning wheel inside a transparent box.

However, Harry and Ron on the other side weren't as lucky as Ryan.

They don't have Hamster Wheel PhD, who can absorb the negative emotions of those around them and force them into a calm state.

Harry and Ron stood uneasily beside the Burrow, which had become incredibly spacious and even had several long, fiery red sofas.

The two of them, or rather Ron, were being scolded by Mrs. Weasley as they walked toward the fireplace with the Floo Network.

So much so that the commotion on Ryan's side had barely subsided when the two of them were already back at the Burrow.

Harry felt extremely ashamed.

In particular, Mrs. Weasley hardly ever got angry with him the whole way.

The only sign of his displeasure was that he stopped calling him Harry affectionately.

To be honest, Harry's heart sank when Harry heard the familiar trill at the end of Mrs. Weasley's name.

Worse still, perhaps he and Ron had been out for too long.

The Weasley family, except for Mr. Weasley, all sat on the sofa in front of the fireplace waiting for them to return.

This also puzzled Harry a bit, as they all seemed certain that Mrs. Weasley could catch them in Diagon Alley.

That means they appeared behind Diagon Alley. Someone saw them and relayed the news back to the Weasley family.

"Harry, sit down."

"We all know you're a good kid."

"This must be Ron's doing again." Mrs. Weasley's calm tone brought Harry back to his senses.

Only then did he notice the gaze fixed intently on him.

It's Ginny and Bill.

Ginny's eyes seemed to speak volumes; the instant Harry looked at her, Harry knew she didn't care about any of that.

But Bill's eyes were full of schadenfreude.

"Mom, how did you know Harry and I were in Diagon Alley?" Ron couldn't help but ask.

Being punished by standing in the corner didn't seem to affect his mood at all.

So much so that his tone was filled with a sense of complete indifference.

"Ron Weasley!"

"How can you have no shame? Look at Harry, I didn't say anything, and he's already standing with you as punishment. I don't think you'll get any dinner tonight!" Mrs. Weasley roared.