Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 465 It’s hard to say anything
Now Bill just wanted to dig a hole and bury himself in it, because he really couldn't stand the gazes of the people around him and the photos in front of him.

It all started ten minutes ago, when he was yawning as he walked downstairs.

Because of what happened last night, he was so depressed that he couldn't sleep.

I could only frown and think of taking a walk in the garden while it was just dawn and no one was around.

Let the steam from the fountain moisten his skin, which had become rough due to the harsh environment of Egypt.

Then, he was hit by several silent spells from behind.

His eyes went dark and he appeared in this room.

His father, his two younger brothers Charlie and Percy, and Sirius were all sitting around him.

And the table in front of him was filled with a row of photos.

The photos were placed so that he could see them directly when he woke up.

These photos show a large number of wizards posing in a coquettish manner.

Most of these wizards have black hair, and some have green eyes.

"Bill, Molly should have talked everything out with you last night. I didn't intend to do this."

"But Sirius thinks that as long as you don't find a boyfriend, you are a potential threat to Harry." Bill said this while looking at his father speechlessly.

"Yes."

“I think it’s necessary.”

"Look at the wizards in these pictures."

"They are all wizards who like men and are similar to Harry, whom I asked my newspaper to collect overnight."

"You can see, they all have black hair. Some even have green eyes!" A cold voice sounded in Bill's ears.

Bill rolled his only movable eye.

It's Sirius.

His expression was very interesting at this moment, three parts disgust, two parts anger, and five parts alienation.

"Bill, what's wrong with you--" His favorite brother Charlie was so sad that he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

"Dad, should we ask Bill? Maybe we made a mistake?" Percy said in a tentative tone.

Bill's eyes were filled with tears when he heard this.

He had never found his younger brother so adorable.

He couldn't stop complaining again, wondering why his father and Charlie didn't believe in him.

And mom, didn’t she tell dad?
But now he could do nothing but roll his eyes.

And Sirius was still introducing him to the wizards in these photos one by one.

And on the other side-

"Percy, Percy, we have solid evidence."

"That's right. Among the four of us, you were the only one who didn't see that because you were locked in the bathroom." Bill heard his father say this.

You can hear his father's loss and pain from his tone.

"What's that?" Bill was overjoyed. Just as he was about to ask, Percy asked for him.

"You know Ron invented the mist bottle."

“Fred and George always wanted to do a replica.”

“But it keeps failing.”

"But it cannot be said that their research has not made any progress. Although they cannot create the mist that only Ron can create to store the information of Ron's own feelings."

"But they also figured out how to get their message into that mist."

"Except Dumbledore, McGonagall, Moody, and Kingsley, who didn't know because they went back. Charlie, Sirius, and Hagrid all knew about the conversation between your mother and Bill through the smoke bottle that Fred and George processed for the second time."

Percy: "Oh, I see, Dad. Bill, how could you do this?"

Bill couldn't help feeling sad when he heard that his last supporter also began to doubt him.

Before he could turn this sadness into a complaint against Fred and George, Sirius' voice rang out.

"Oh, you like this?" "What a coincidence!"

"He also lives in Devon, England."

"You can meet each other often and get closer in the future."

"And he's a classmate of Tonks'!"

"He's also really good at Quidditch."

Sirius mistook the delight in Bill's eyes when he had just heard Percy ask the question for him as affection for the wizard in the picture that had just been placed before him.

"Bill finally has something he likes?"

"I want to see it."

"Is it because Bill is good at Quidditch, or because he has black hair and green eyes?" When Bill couldn't help but feel about to go crazy, his father and two brothers said separately.

After an unknown amount of time, when Sirius had already started talking about what time the wizard got up and what he didn't like to eat, Bill finally heard a voice that sounded like heavenly music to him.

"Why don't we let Bill go and let him give us his opinions."

Still Percy.

Bill almost couldn't help but swear at this moment - if this was solved, his favorite brother in the future would be Percy.

As for Charlie?

Where did this little bastard come from!

So, with Bill's eyes almost popping out of his head, his father finally pulled out his wand.

There was a flash of blue light, and Bill began to breathe heavily.

"Bill, what do you think of this young man, Jest?"

"If you think it's okay."

"I'll arrange for you to meet him this afternoon," Sirius almost shouted.

He was too anxious and showed no sign of his previous coldness.

"Can I take a look at that mist bottle that Fred and George gave you?" Bill took a deep breath and said, suppressing his anger.

"Here." Mr. Weasley took out a glass bottle surrounded by mist that was shimmering with tiny dots of light from his arms.

Bill unscrewed the bottle cap and inhaled. His consciousness instantly returned to last night.

'He' followed his mother with a swagger.

Although he walked very loudly, his footsteps did not make any sound.

After my mother entered the room, he took out a hose and stuffed it into the crack of the door.

His mother's voice followed, and he himself was hesitating.

When the him in his memory shouted out the anti-disturbance spell, the scene changed again.

He appeared at the table,
"Ha! The next scene is Ron eating." Bill shook his head and woke up from his dream.

"Didn't you notice?"

"I clearly didn't say a word in there." Bill said speechlessly.

"Don't you like Harry?"

"Then why did you agree, keep humming and humming, and finally use an anti-interference charm to prevent others from eavesdropping? This doesn't make sense."

"If you really don't like it."

"The rest should be your explanation. Why is it necessary to block it?" Sirius looked doubtful.

That's Harry who looks just like James!
Would Bill not be tempted?

You know, even he back then - ahem!
Sirius quickly slapped himself.

"I was so surprised!" Bill rolled his eyes.

Then he talked about the content of his subsequent communication with Mrs. Weasley.

"So you asked Harry about his size after all." Sirius said, stroking his chin after listening.

(End of this chapter)