Chapter 1305

Mrs. Weasley said in a very low voice.

Mr. Weasley finally laughed out loud, and he opened the door.

He might have intended to enter the door and hug Mrs. Weasley, but then he saw Harry.

He gave a dry laugh and abandoned the idea.

"Harry, I thought you wouldn't come until tomorrow!"

They stood up and hugged. Then Harry yawned.

He was sleepy, and also didn't want to disturb Mrs. Weasley and the others' little date anymore.

Mrs. Weasley thoughtfully noticed this.

She said with a smile: "Go on, Harry, your trunk has already been moved up.

You'll stay in Fred and George's room tonight; their business is booming, and they're living in Diagon Alley now!"

Harry felt as if he had only lain down for a second, and then a huge sound rang out.

A palm print was on his head.

"Brother, you're too rude..."

It was Ginny.

Harry opened his eyes and found that Ron and Ginny were both smiling at him.

However, the expression Ginny had while looking at him was a bit strange. It was as if he were some strange object.

"What's wrong with me?"

Harry asked strangely.

Ginny hurriedly turned her gaze away.

"What's wrong with her?"

Harry looked at Ron. Ron shrugged his shoulders.

"What else could it be? She's hesitating whether to tell you the news that Darren is still alive."

"I already know." Harry interrupted him.

Shocked expressions appeared on both Ron and Ginny's faces.

"You know?"

"How? Hermione?"

They both asked suspiciously. Harry said irritably.

"It was Dumbledore; he told me this fact last night. I still can't imagine you were keeping it from me!"

He looked at Ron accusingly. Ron guiltily avoided his gaze.

"They wouldn't let me tell you; Ginny threatened me, saying..."

If she told you, she would tell Mom that I was a prefect but knew Fred and George were going to run away and didn't stop them.

Harry snorted.

Then he forgave Ron.

Because he knew the reason Ginny and the others didn't tell him, and he wasn't qualified to blame them.

Fortunately, at this moment, Harry's bedroom door was knocked. It was Fleur.

She appeared in the room carrying a bowl of porridge. Ron became dazed.

Ginny jumped to the side. She glared at Fleur.

But Fleur didn't care at all.

She walked gently to Harry's side and put down the tray with the porridge.

"Oh, Harry, hurry and taste it!"

Harry looked at Fleur blankly. Fleur laughed and said.

"It doesn't matter, just treat this as me currying favor with you; I want to pursue Darren. He's already a sixteen-year-old young man, isn't he?"

Harry recognized every word of these, but when put together, he couldn't understand them.

"Don't you dream about it; Darren won't like an old woman like you who is so much older than him!"

Ginny said indignantly.

"But I'm pretty!"

Fleur spun around.

Harry couldn't help but think, she really was pretty.

But Ginny's twisted face made him turn his thoughts back. He knew Hermione and Ginny both liked Darren.

This was something he realized last year after he thought Darren was dead. He thought he had already thought about it quite a bit, but he didn't expect Fleur to like Darren too.

"But, but didn't you only spend a year together?"

"Oh, ever since I graduated, I've been working for the Order of the Phoenix; in fact, we haven't spent a short amount of time together."

Not to mention I'm still pursuing him now; I think, before this war is about to come, we can get married after he graduates!

Fleur said with a smile. Harry was dumbfounded.

He wanted to say Darren was still a child!

But immediately he realized Darren wasn't small anymore, but, but getting married right after graduation, that was too early, right?