Potter Head's Nirvana [ ON HOLD ]

ch.14.Tedious Taxes

Life at the Burrow (as a golem) was as different as possible from my everyday life.I liked everything neat and ordered; the Weasleys‘ house burst with the strange and unexpected.

I got a shock the first time I looked in the mirror over the kitchen mantelpiece and it shouted "Looking nice, lad!"

The ghoul in the attic howled and dropped pipes whenever he felt things were getting too quiet, and small explosions from Fred and George‘s bedroom were considered
perfectly normal, I'd learned all that just within a day.

What I found most exciting about life at Ron‘s, however, wasn‘t the talking mirror or the clanking ghoul: It was the fact that everybody there seemed to like me.

Apart from her little selfish plots about marriage between Ginny and me,Mrs. Weasley was the best mother one could ask for.

Mrs. Weasley fussed over the state of my socks and tried to force me to eat
fourth helpings at every meal. Mr. Weasley liked me to sit next to him at the
dinner table so that he could bombard me with questions about life with Muggles,
asking me to explain how things like plugs and the postal service worked.

I explained electricity as a form of energy not unlike magic to him and how mechanical things worked.

"Fascinating!“ he would say as I talked him through using a telephone.

"Ingenious, really, how many ways Muggles have found of getting along without magic.“

I heard from Hogwarts one sunny morning about a week after I had
arrived at the Burrow.

I and Ron went down to breakfast to find Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and Ginny already sitting at the kitchen table. The moment she saw me, Ginny accidentally knocked her porridge bowl to the floor with a loud clatter. Ginny seemed very prone to knocking things over whenever I entered
a room.

She dived under the table to retrieve the bowl and emerged with her face glowing like the setting sun. Pretending I hadn‘t noticed this, I sat downand took the toast Mrs. Weasley offered me.

"Letters from school,“ said Mr. Weasley, passing me and Ron identical
envelopes of yellowish parchment, addressed in green ink. „Dumbledore already knows you‘re here, Harry—doesn‘t miss a trick, that man. You two‘ve got them,too,“ he added, as Fred and George ambled in, still in their pajamas.

For a few minutes there was silence as they all read their letters. Mine told
him to catch the Hogwarts Express as usual from King‘s Cross station on
September first. There was also a list of the new books he‘d need for the coming
year.

SECOND-YEAR STUDENTS WILL REQUIRE:
The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2 by Miranda Goshawk
Break with a Banshee by Gilderoy Lockhart
Gadding with Ghouls by Gilderoy Lockhart
Holidays with Hags by Gilderoy Lockhart
Travels with Trolls by Gilderoy Lockhart
Voyages with Vampires by Gilderoy Lockhart
Wanderings with Werewolves by Gilderoy Lockhart
Year with the Yeti by Gilderoy Lockhart.

"Merde" I accidentally said as i read the list.

"What?" Ron raised a brow
"nothing!" I said embarrassed, thank goodness he dosney know French, i cursed infront of a kid dammit!

Fred, who had finished his own list, peered over at mine.

"You‘ve been told to get all Lockhart‘s books, too!“ he said. "The new Defense
Against the Dark Arts teacher must be a fan—bet it‘s a witch.“

At this point, Fred caught his mother‘s eye and quickly busied himself with the
marmalade.

"That lot won‘t come cheap,“ said George, with a quick look at his parents.