Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 130 The night is quiet, there are no goblins

There were only two days left until the last day of July, and after staying at Nicolas May's house for nearly a week, Ron finally embarked on his journey home after gaining a preliminary understanding of alchemy.

But this time without Floo powder, Mr. Flamel arranged a very comfortable return trip for Ron.

Boarding LeMay's private jet from Paris airport, Ron enjoyed the return to London in a not-so-fast but comfortable way.

An exclusive luxury car picked up Ron from the airport. The driver who didn't say a word didn't say a word, and he sent Ron to the vicinity of Ottery-Sankage Village.

Walking on the familiar old road, although he hasn't returned home for half a month, Ron always feels that after a long time, he can't wait.

When I was in Hogwarts, I had Fred George Percy and my friends to accompany me. I didn’t feel anything else, but this time when I went out, I found out that I really felt less in my heart when I was away from home. What.

Before I had time to push open the courtyard door and shout: I'm back!

A sand-gray figure instantly swooped down from the crooked roof of the Burrow.

Luxy threw himself into Ron's arms, and his electronic voice was full of joy and longing.

"Wow~~Wow~~"

The call was not low at all, and it caused a crackling sound from the Burrow's door.

Fred and George poked their heads out of the window, and behind the opened wooden door, Mrs. Weasley's figure appeared there, Percy stood behind her, Ginny ran out the door bouncing, Then he was held high by Ron, turned around and then put down.

"I'm back!"

Ron, who was refreshed, yelled, and showed a bright smile on his waist.

"Just come back, just come back."

Mrs. Weasley held Ron's face up and down and looked him up and down. Seeing that his son was not missing arms or legs, or more parts, she patted his chest reassuringly, and then kissed him on the cheek.

"I didn't know how to write a letter after being out for so long. Fortunately, Professor Dumbledore wrote it. Don't do this in the future!"

There was a trace of reproach on her smiling face, but this did not prevent Mrs. Weasley from pulling Ron into the house, and then happily watching her little son eat a lot of snacks and throw them into his mouth .

While picking out the gift that Bully prepared for him, while bragging about the carefully revised adventure story and them, Ron, who was like being surrounded by stars, was bubbling with joy in his heart. This is the feeling of home and family.

Ron, who drank five or six glasses of water to soothe his throat, finally played the role of adventure, and he put the invitation letter on the table.

"How about it, it's amazing!"

"I thought Dad was joking with us before!"

Fred grabbed the invitation letter and looked through it carefully.

"Wuhu takes off~ Should we call you 'Dear Sir Ron, the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin?'"

George pressed his chest and shook his head as he spoke, as if saying a tribute, but your smirking eyes revealed what he was thinking.

"Okay, I promise you the honor of kissing my toes every day, come on, George, you go first."

Seeing the shameless big feet stretched out in front of him, the twins pinched their own necks and vomited sideways, Fred hurriedly slipped the invitation letter to his mother, and pulled Percy in front of him as a shield.

"Congratulations Ron!"

Percy, whose eyes were shining, held Ron's hand tightly. As Percy, who had the deepest pursuit of honor in the Weasley family, he could hardly restrain his trembling heart.

"The winner of the Merlin Medal is actually my younger brother!"

He flicked his hair with his chin held high, and the pride from the bottom of his heart was already written on his face.

"No! I have to tell Penello about this right away!"

"Sign it, Ron!"

"Maybe she'll want it!"

Ron, who was a little speechless, drew his hand back.

"Forgive me, Percy, if you hadn't given me Scabbers, maybe the Merlin Medal would have been awarded to you."

"That's right!" Percy raised his eyebrows excitedly, "However, I haven't found out for so many years, which means I'm still a little bit behind."

"But." Percy put his mouth close to Ron's ear and whispered to him: "When the time comes, can you lend me the medal."

"It's no problem for you to wear it."

"Then we've made a deal!"

Humming an out-of-tune tune, Percy, who walked towards his room with his head held high, was in a hurry. He couldn't wait to share these things.

Mrs. Weasley didn't say anything, she just smiled softly and proudly, but also quietly looked at Ron with worried eyes.

"Don't cry, mother"

Ron stepped forward and hugged Mrs. Weasley, quietly listening to her rambling words.

Mrs. Weasley is happy to have such an excellent son, but at the same time, she also has a long-term fear in her heart. A murderer who killed an entire street of Muggles ten years ago actually stayed in their house for ten years. Year!
This in itself is a frightening thing, but fortunately, nothing too regretful happened.

When she had regained her composure, Ron spoke to Mrs. Weasley.

"When Professor Dumbledore told me about this, he said that I can bring some friends over there. I would like to invite Hermione, Harry, Neville, Seid and Cho. I am writing to them now How about it?"

"Hermione and Harry both live in a Muggle community. They think it will be very troublesome to come to participate that day. I plan to let them come to our house for a while. What do you think?"

"Of course, of course."

Mrs. Weasley nodded repeatedly, "Then I'm going to tidy up the room now, there are spare rooms, I'll go up and see if there's anything missing."

"Gigs."

"Yes ma'am, I am here."

"Go and buy more ingredients and come back. Buy more. Ron's friends are here, so we can't treat them badly."

"This is a memorable day, I remember you like vanilla ice cream scoops, get yourself some."

"Really?" Giggs looked at Mrs. Weasley with his big bright eyes, "Thank you for your generosity, Madam, and thank you, Master Ron."

"Master, why does it sound weird?"

Ron touched his chin with some indescribable feeling, but it seemed quite interesting?

Originally, the owl 'Errol' in the family was too old, and he had already lived the days of retirement. Mr. Weasley built a warm owl shed for him in the backyard. Although there was one before, this one is even more impressive now. He is comfortable.

The old courier who is enjoying his old age naturally does not need to be dispatched. A big black owl named Elon is the courier who delivers the letter to Ron's family.

Today is the day for Elon to show his skills. He took five letters into the sky and flew high with flapping wings.

Today is the first night after returning home, the night is quiet and there are no goblins.

(End of this chapter)