"Hey, this is such a surprise. To be honest, I thought you were from a mysterious country in Africa or South America. I didn't expect you to come to the Quidditch World Cup. What's even more surprising is that you are so young. It inevitably reminds me of my youth. Oh, that is really a wonderful memory."
George Weiss came over and hugged Lynn with his mouth wide open.
"Oh, George Weisley, the boss of Weisley's Wizard Wheezes. I didn't expect that person to be you. No wonder you can always get those weird things. Hey, this must be the legendary Mrs. Molly Weisley. I heard about your heroic deeds in fighting the Death Eaters in Hogwarts when I was a child."
Lin En did not hide it. He hugged George Weiss openly, and then looked at Mrs. Weiss who was accompanying them.
After all, in this magical world, this family has the most extensive network of contacts and is warm and friendly.
"Oh, young man, are you from the East? I didn't expect my name to spread there... Speaking of Hogwarts, I wasn't very brave at that time. It was just my poor Fred. I just did what a mother would do when she was angry."
Molly Weiss was surprised at first, then she felt sad as she recalled the past.
On the other side, George Weiss, who was always smiling, fell silent for the first time.
"I am sorry, Mrs. Wesley, I did not mean to bring up your sad story, but even as far away as the East, the stories of the excellent children you taught, especially the heroic deeds of Mr. Fred Wesley, are widely circulated."
"It's okay, it's just that I, an old lady, am a little too sensitive. By the way, George, when did you meet such an outstanding young man?"
Molly Weiss quickly regained her smile. After all, what happened with Fred was a long time ago, and the family was gradually getting over it.
"It's a long story, so I suggest that we invite our children to sit in the tent and taste the tea of the Weiss family." George Weiss coughed dryly. He didn't dare tell his mother that this was a friend he met from the Vanishing Cabinet.
"That's great." Lynn smiled.
Mrs. Weislai smiled brightly in return, and when Lin En wasn't paying attention, she twisted George Weislai's arm and whispered, ""
"Hey, brat, I just heard you guys talking about some weird stuff, are you messing around with something dangerous again? Oh my god, you're already over 40 years old, why can't you change your temper?"
"Your whole family works in the Ministry of Magic. Your father is even the former director of the Department of Muggle Affairs. Your brother is the deputy director of the Administrative Department of the Ministry of Magic. Your brother and brother-in-law are the chief and deputy chiefs of the Auror Office. Your sister-in-law is even the most promising official in the Ministry of Magic. Do you want to send all of them to Azkaban?"
Mrs. Weasley listed the names and official titles of all the family members who worked in the Ministry of Magic as if she were reading out a menu.
Every time at this time, she would straighten her back, as if she was the most successful mother in the wizarding world, and the Weasley family had become the most glorious family under her leadership.
"I know, I know. I haven't done anything illegal. Also, because there are so many Ministry of Magic employees in my home, my magic shop has to undergo routine inspections twice a week. The owners of the surrounding shops dare not say anything to me, for fear that they will be investigated next time."
George Weiss came and quickly dodged, then complained.
"Hey, our tent is in front. Fortunately, there are many people coming to our house this year, so it is quite spacious. If it were previous years, you might have seen our traditional Wesley convertible." Then George Wesley quickly changed the subject.
"Is it a Burrow-style tent? I once heard about it in an interview between Mr. Harry Potter and Mr. Ron Weisley. It was a very heartwarming story about their happiest summer vacation." Lynn was a little excited.
"Hey, did you hear that, little brat? Look how well this young man speaks. And you really have good taste, my dear. When we lived in the Burrow, I was a full-time housewife and I took care of every detail. Although the place was very crowded at that time, every chair was given a unique meaning. Oh, I still remember that the chair at the very corner of the table was reserved for their father, because he always got off work very late, so he could sit directly on it to eat when he came back."
Mrs. Wesley began to reminisce again.
“Hey, kids nowadays are not like kids in Harry’s time. Besides, Harry used to live with his aunt and had never seen a magical family. That’s why he finds it novel…” George Weiss held a different opinion.
He and Fred were both birds yearning for freedom, so they would not be attached to a narrow and shabby old house.
"If you ask me, the reed meadow outside the Burrow, the woods further away, and those silly migratory birds and even goblins are more interesting. Oh, and there's also the Muggle village nearby. You can always see new things there." George Weiss recalled the unruly time of his childhood.
"Oh my god, you really have been to that Muggle village, right? For all these years I thought we hid it well and didn't cause any trouble to the Muggles. Merlin's beard, you actually just told me the truth now!"
Mrs. Wesley was furious.
"Don't be angry, my dear mother. You once said that you should not lose your temper when there are guests."
"Oh, look at my useless old brain. I almost made a fool of myself in front of the guests. Come on, Lynn, try my best sandwich. When Harry first came to my house, this was his favorite."
After arriving at the tent in the camp, Mrs. Wesley warmly welcomed Lynn.
She is a home economics expert with excellent cooking skills and is also good at various practical and rare household magic. She is also an outstanding anti-prank master.
"Thank you, Mrs. Wesley, the corned beef here is excellent." Lynn took it and gave it a high evaluation.
"Oh, I told you you were an appreciative boy, unlike my troublesome Ronald who always complained about the taste of corned beef."
"Ronald? Is that Mr. Ron Weissley? One of the famous three."
"Yes, our youngest son Ron, he may not be as talented as his brothers, but he is a sweet little cookie who always makes those around him feel at ease."