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"I think you should still have the relationship between the two different time quantifiers of two days and five days in your brain."

Swallowing my saliva with difficulty, I tried to justify: "I'm sorry, Professor, we are in trouble. There is a house elf who wants to prevent us from going to school. He blocked all the passages that can come in and out of my house..."

"It's the first time I've heard such an excuse. It's very innovative." Snape's voice made me shudder involuntarily. "Slug. Sir, I guess I don't need to give another demonstration?"

"I... well, I mean I know."

...to be foolish enough to think of being rescued from Snape.

Carefully raised his middle finger at the back of him turning away, looked down at the big baskets of slugs, I was surprised that the relationship between myself and the slugs has become much more friendly now, never in this year They are the ones who accompany me intermittently, oh, my good brothers...

I had a vague feeling that I was hopeless.

"Dickas...Dickas, come out!" Fred pushed open the door and called me in a low voice, and George mouthed his head on top of him: "Is the old bat there?"

Shaking my head, I washed my hands with the clean water around me, and then ran out the door lightly.

"He's brewing potion, come to my house and say it." Responding in a low voice, I took my two brothers to the depths of the alley. The rent here was paid for a month at the beginning. After living for a long time, I felt reluctant to call again. He changed the owner, and after reconciling with Harry this time, I returned immediately with the money and paid the rent for the next year with the landlady—speaking of which, it was a loan?be it...

I haven't got my money out yet...

It's not good to always use the money that Harry's parents left him...

Shaking my head, I started to feel awkward again when I thought of this question, but the facts tell me that this question is also very important, and it is not suitable to procrastinate any longer.

"What are you thinking, come up with an idea." George slapped me.

I turned my attention away, and found that he and Fred had already brought the samples of screaming candy, and I chose the lemon flavor and threw it into my mouth... As soon as the sugar touched the tip of my tongue, it made a shrill sound, screaming in decibels It's clearly exceeded the standard, and my eardrums are almost shattered by the sound of this candy spraying out of my mouth.I guess the whole of Spinner's End heard me.The old lady Paris next door yelled at my house: "Dicas, what are you doing! You are going to deafen the old woman's ears! My grandson is still sleeping, turn off your TV!!"

Swallowing the last sip of candy until I could no longer make any sound that didn't belong to me, I opened the door and shouted sorry in the direction of Mrs. Paris's house.

Turning around, the two brothers laughed and rolled on the floor clutching their bellies.

In the past, I gave each of them a kick. I collapsed on the sofa and was out of breath, but I was very excited: "Is it ready for mass production?"

"Oh!" cried George.

"Can't..." Fred answered.

"This is already the best kind." Resting my chin, looking at the candy on the table, I frowned and worried about the first business in my life.

"All of our property can only make so much." The two brothers also threw themselves back on the sofa in frustration.I counted, and the candy on the table was only more than 20 yuan at most, not even enough for a group of spoof props at the Halloween banquet.

My brain was in a mess, and I was struggling between Gringotts and Gringotts for a sum of money. In the end, the charm of the first deal obviously overcame everything. I stood up with the attitude of a strong man going to death, and said solemnly: "Follow me Let's go, I have a solution."

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"Private money?"

"Harry knows?"

"No wonder I dare to use it."

"It's better to tell the truth in order to please your partner."

When the three of us stood together at the door of the vault, the twins surrounded me with gossiping faces and looked me up and down, and then smiled knowingly together.

"Fuck you!" I yelled at them both.

God knows how flustered I was when I used this money. The source of this money was unknown, and I never felt so aggrieved when I stole money to use it.But the self-contradiction is too strong. Compared with the two, I can only tell myself to grit my teeth, forget everything and quickly put the money in the purse.

Suddenly, I saw a watch from a pile of copper nuts in the corner - not a very expensive watch, I don't know why it also appeared in this vault, it looked more like it was accidentally put in by someone drop.

After hesitating for a moment, I walked over and carefully picked up the watch.

Wipe the body of the watch, the watch looks like it has been used for a long time, and there are many scratches on the back of the dial.

...The light here is too dark, I just feel that there seems to be some letters engraved on the dial, but I can't see it clearly. I wish secretly in my heart that this is the name of the owner of the watch. I hope to find A little clue.Maybe this will lead me to discover other people I can relate to.

After the Weasley brothers saw the vault, they began to imagine the future store. They planned to borrow start-up funds from me and then expand their own production scale. The prank products should not be limited to candy toys for children, they want to make a big ticket.

They don't have much energy for me.

...Of course, I just glanced at them subconsciously for help, and I knew that even if I said to them, "Oh, you see, there is an old broken watch in this vault of unknown origin", they would not express any surprise. Meaning, at most they will sigh with emotion, "Maybe it is an old antique from the family, keep it bro."

After staring at the watch for a while, I looked away and carefully stuffed it into my trouser pocket.

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"Someone learned to sneak away."

It was enough to tiptoe, but still startled when the door opened suddenly when passing the 19th house.I don't understand why the old bat has to grab me for everything. He took me as a slave for granted, and let me fall in love with and kill slugs all day long under his nose.

I silently complained in my heart, but the superficial work still needs to be done.

I looked at Snape with a guilty face: "Professor, never again."

"Your promise is as untrustworthy as Gryffindors saying they won't yell anymore." I felt that he was in a very weird mood when he sneered at me today, but I couldn't understand it, so I could only Keep listening.

The weirder thing is...

There is no follow-up?

How can it be!Which time did the old bat not scold me until he did his best to let me continue to be with the slugs! !

What happened to him today? !

"Maybe someone thought he could come back and beg for a cup of hot cocoa at his professor's house after he escaped to play all day."

"Ah no!" For fear that he would change his mind, I said goodbye quickly and ran back, "See you tomorrow, professor!"

Behind him is his cold snort.

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The accommodation conditions in Spider's End Lane were indeed not very good, and none of the light bulbs in the house could light up at night.

The one next to the bed in the bedroom was flickering, but it was still bright. Just now, when I was about to turn it on and use its light to study the watch, the room completely lost the last ray of light.

In the dark, I felt a little flustered.

Groping to open the first drawer, I remember that there were still candles and matches left by the previous owner.

The surrounding area is getting quieter and quieter.

I swallowed my saliva, swiped my hand in the wrong position twice, and managed to wipe out the flame the third time.

There was a sound of the match, and a light ignited, accompanied by the smell of burnt wood.Holding the firelight, I slowly approached the candle, ignited the wick, and then waited for the wax to be melted, carefully poured it on the table, and firmly stuck the candle on it.

When I took out the watch from my pocket, I was a little dazed.

It's just that his mind was blank, and he wiped his watch subconsciously to make it look a little cleaner.

The candlelight shone distortedly on the metal-reflecting dial, and the writing was still a little distorted. The light was too dim, and the characters were a little incomplete and small.

I bring myself closer...

W...e...a...

weasley

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I have been wandering outside the Burrow, looking at the dilapidated structure of Weasley's house, the dirt in the cracks in the bricks of his house, and the ants in the cracks in the ground of his house.

"George said you were looking for me?" Arthur Weasley smiled, he rubbed his hands in a very simple and honest way, and his red hair made him look a little childish and playful.

"Dickas?"

"Ah..." I came back to my senses, "Yes, I have something to think about..."

"What's the matter? Ah, I guess you must be worried about how Harry is doing at my house? Haha, I can't vouch for anything else, but he looks like he's having a great time, and it's a shame you can't come."

"No, no, I didn't mean that."

"That's it? Ah... I'm short of money, I know," the man smiled knowingly, "George and Fred are thinking about making some small products recently, I mean, I guess I can do it anyway Help, just ask if you have any difficulties, I don't care!" He patted his chest.

"No!" I was a little anxious.

"Then you..." Arthur finally showed a confused expression.

I have been holding the watch tightly in my pocket, and my palms are full of sweat. I hope this watch is waterproof, and it won't be broken because of me.

Do you want to give it to him...

I'm a bit messed up.

I couldn't sleep all night, I thought all night, I got up from bed, sat down and lay down and got out of bed and walked around the room.

There is no reason to connect Quirinus Quirrell with the Weasleys...

There is a consciousness that tells me that maybe, I have made a mistake.

"Son, what's the matter with you?" Arthur looked at me with some concern, reached out his hand and patted my shoulder.

He asked me, "Are you all right? You look terrible."

Taking my hand out of my pocket at a very slow speed, I spread my wet palm to him and showed him the somewhat old watch.

His face changed suddenly.

"I guess..." I said hesitantly, "This is yours."

The author has something to say:

The ownership of the treasury is not owned by Mr. Weasley alone. If his family has so much money, Ron, a hard-working kid, won’t break his wand “_”