Mrs. Weasley came out of the kitchen carrying food, rescuing Ron from his ordeal.
"George, Fred, Ronnie, what are you doing over there?! Hurry up and help."
"Don't call me Ronnie, Mum!" Ron complained indignantly, but Mrs. Weasley had already hurried outside with the food.
"In Mum's eyes, you'll always be her little darling, Little Ronnie," Fred said in a peculiar voice. Without even looking at Ron's flushed face, he hurried into the kitchen to carry out dishes.
"Pfft." Harry could not help laughing, though there was a faint trace of envy in his eyes.
Ron glared at him in embarrassment and annoyance. Harry immediately wiped the smile off his face and said to Su Er with perfect seriousness,
"I think we'd better help in the kitchen too. With so many people here today, Mrs. Weasley must have prepared loads of food."
Since arriving at the Burrow, this was Su Er's first time stepping into the yard and seeing the house in its entirety.
From the outside, it looked at least four stories tall. It was clear that it had not originally been a multistory house, because the colors of the second, third, and fourth floors contrasted sharply with the first.
The first floor was the original house. The floors above had been erected against its roof, supported by a few thin, frail-looking tree trunks. Mr. Weasley had added several floors on top of those poles to accommodate his growing family.
Those extra floors leaned crookedly, as though they might topple at any moment, yet they were extraordinarily sturdy. It was hardly in keeping with gravity, but very much in keeping with magic.
"Clink, clink-clink, clink!" The strange noise drew Su Er's attention back.
A tent had already been set up in the yard. An ugly, dull-yellow creature with a