Harry Potter and the Hidden Treasure (Volume 3)

Chapter 449 The Early Morning In The Burrow

Tonight was destined to be a sleepless one; Evan didn't know if Hermione was also suffering from insomnia, but he was definitely tossing and turning in bed for a long time unable to fall asleep.

All he could think about was Hermione and the feeling of having just been lying with her and embraced in her arms.

Furthermore, her image in those adorable pink pajamas, along with the cute touch of crimson on her lovely face, haunted his mind.

Evan had only one thought, that Hermione at that moment seemed particularly attractive.

He had all kinds of impulses; if only time had stopped at that second, as he had hoped...

In short, Evan felt as if he had just laid down to sleep when he was shaken by Mrs. Weasley to wake him up.

"It's time to get up, Evan, dear," she whispered, moving away to wake Harry and Ron.

Evan sat up and rubbed his eyes.

It was still dark outside, and Ron mumbled unintelligibly as his mother woke him up.

At the foot of the bed, Harry was also confused, searching for his glasses.

Near the door, two large and disheveled figures emerged from tangles of blankets.

"Already time?" asked sleepy Fred.

"Get up!" George replied.

They dressed in silence, too drowsy to speak. Then, yawning and stretching, the five made their way to the kitchen.

Mrs. Weasley was preparing breakfast, constantly stirring the contents of a large pot on the stove. Mr. Weasley was sitting at the table, poring over a bundle of large parchment tickets.

As the boys entered the kitchen, he looked up and spread his arms so they could get a better look at his outfit.

He was wearing what appeared to be a golf sweater and a very old pair of jeans, slightly large for him and held up with a thick leather belt.

"What do you think?" he asked eagerly. "We're supposed to be incognito at the Quidditch World Cup. Do I look muggle enough?"

"Not bad," Evan said with annoyance.

"Very well," Harry said with a smile. "Your muggle outfit is very convincing."

Mr. Weasley looked very pleased to hear from both.

"Where are Bill, Charlie, and Per-Per-Percy?" George said, unable to stifle a big yawn.

"Well, they'll be showing up, won't they?" Mrs. Weasley said, bringing the large pot to the table and starting to serve porridge into bowls. "So they can sleep a bit longer. Besides, the three don't have to go see Sirius."

That's right, everyone remembered.

In addition to going to the Quidditch World Cup today, they had to visit Sirius at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.

"He sent a letter this morning and he's already expecting us!" Mr. Weasley said with a smile. "He's recovering well."

"Professor Black wrote a letter so early?!" Fred looked at the dark sky and clicked his tongue in disappointment.

As he used to call Sirius 'Professor Black' because he was the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Fred remembered at that moment that Sirius was no longer a professor.

"Well, to be so energetic, it seems he has truly recovered. So Percy and the others are still in bed?!" Fred continued. "Why can't we show up as well?"

"Because they are not of age and haven't passed their test," Mrs. Weasley replied.

"And where have those girls gone?" She hurried out of the kitchen, and they heard her footsteps going up the stairs and calling for Hermione and Ginny.

Evan ate in silence and listened to Harry and Mr. Weasley discussing Apparition.

Mr. Weasley used an example of a physical separation caused by a failed Apparition process.

The poor fellow left half his body in one place and the other half went to his destination.

Fortunately, the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad arrived in time to save his life.

He received a hefty fine but at least didn't lose his life.

Then they chuckled about Percy's first Apparition mishap, veering off course and landing on a Muggle's head.

Mrs. Weasley descended the stairs, and behind her, footsteps were heard in the hallway.

Hermione and Ginny entered the kitchen, both looking pale and drowsy.

Upon seeing Evan, who was sipping oatmeal, Hermione's face suddenly turned rosy.

She was like Ginny when she saw Harry, very shy. But for Hermione, it was the first time she felt so nervous.

Obviously, she remembered what had happened with Evan the night before.

Hermione tried to keep her composure. Seated next to Evan and seeing the smile on his face, she couldn't help but give him a strong kick.

Evan coughed and buried his face in the bowl.

"Why do we have to get up so early?" Ginny said, rubbing her eyes and sitting at the table.

"Because you have to go see Black, then go to the Quidditch World Cup," Mr. Weasley said, "There is still a long way to go, it's not early!"

"Where are we going to watch the World Cup?" Harry asked.

"At the edge of a forest. It's very challenging for a large number of wizards to gather without attracting muggle attention. We must be very careful in how we travel at key times on such an important occasion as the Quidditch World Cup."

"George!" Mrs. Weasley said in a stern tone, and everyone jumped.

"What?" George said, with an innocent tone that fooled no one.

"What's in your pocket?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"Nothing!"

"Don't lie to me!" Mrs. Weasley pointed her wand at George's pocket and said, "Accio!"

Several small, brightly colored objects flew out of George's pocket. They were all products from the Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes company that he and Fred had shown Evan, Harry, and Ron the night before.

Fred and George tried to snatch them back, but failed. They spun in the air and headed straight for Mrs. Weasley's outstretched hand.

"Oh, I told you yesterday to get rid of these!" Mrs. Weasley said furiously, picking up the items in her hand, "I want these things burned. Empty your pockets, both of you!"

Fred and George had apparently been trying to sneak those things out of the house secretly, but everything was discovered.

On the table, the various Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes products piled up more and more.

Everyone looked in amazement at those objects and could not believe it.

Evan sighed. He knew Fred and George were going to have a rough day!