According to an ancient saying in the magic world, twins are connected in their souls, and sometimes they can even feel each other's existence far away from each other, and share each other's joys and sorrows...

But if one party leaves, then the soul of the other party will never be complete.

Fred and George are sturdy twins, born April 1, 1978, as everyone knows.

It was April Fool's Day, and Ms. Molly, who was making breakfast, didn't have time to put down the pan in her hand, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in her stomach.

'No way,' Ms. Molly frowned, 'this is a hundred and eighty thousand miles away from the due date given by St. Mungo's! Could it be the first surprise on April Fools' Day? '

The magpies outside the window jumped on the tree branches and chatted as if they were not lively enough. Seven-year-old Bill hid five-year-old Charlie's dragon doll. Five-year-old Charlie was screaming and searching all over the house. Percy, more than one year old. With his thumb in his mouth, he stared at the magpie outside the window, then threw the bottle next to him, hitting Bill rightly.

There was never a time when the morning at the Weasleys was not lively.

"呲呲!" The kettle with boiling water made a sound, and the steam rushed towards Arthur, who was tossing Muggle coffee, and messed up the glasses he was wearing while reading the newspaper.

In the chaos, Arthur suddenly heard what his dear wife said—

"I think I'm about to give birth!" Molly yelled while covering her stomach, her expression was a little grim, but she was still very calm, after all, she had already given birth to three children.

Glasses fogged up, and Arthur, who still had coffee powder on his face, was stunned for a second, today? But this is 108,000 miles away from the expected date of birth given by St. Mungo—

Arthur suddenly remembered that today was April Fool's Day.

So he did the first stupid thing of the day, patted Molly on the shoulder, naughty scraped the coffee grounds up Molly's nose, and laughed and yelled, "Oh dear, you almost lied. It's my turn! Happy April Fool's Day!"

Poor Arthur really thought Molly was joking—

Until Molly smashes the pan on his head.

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"Congratulations! Two healthy boys!"

Along with the crying of the baby, the nurse with a bright smile came out.

Arthur, with a big bag on his head, was standing in the hallway of St. Mungo's in embarrassment. His thin beige coat was turned upside down, and his trousers were the silk pajama pants he wore at home. Happy, happy to the point where your lips are shaking—

The Weasleys have a new member!

Bill stood beside Arthur with one-year-old Percy in his arms, pretending to be mature and calm, but was actually trying to stand on tiptoe and try to see the two meat **** in the nurse's hands.

Charlie, with a runny nose, didn't care about the image, and jumped wildly on the chair to take a serious look at what his new brother looked like.

"Not pretty, about as Percy used to be, wrinkled, like an overcooked tomato," says baby connoisseur Charlie.

Arthur approached the child tremblingly.

The two wrinkled babies cried louder after their father approached, really loud, the nurse's smile was a little stiff, she was holding the baby in both hands, so she couldn't cover her ears like a disgusting Charlie - Merlin It was the first time in all these years that she had heard a baby crying so vigorously.

"These two children are crying so loudly, they will definitely have a career in the future," the nurse said with her blessing, and couldn't wait to put the baby into Arthur's arms.

"Yeah! They're going to be great people!" Arthur laughed.

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"I don't know how they do it! St Mungo's got my due date wrong, they got my report wrong with another lady's!"

Molly lying on the hospital bed touched the heads of the twins lying next to her, while chatting to Arthur who was sitting next to her, "The report said I was pregnant with a little girl, but I didn't expect to have two boys now! "

Ms. Molly, who had just given birth, quickly regained her energy and seemed to be able to rush out of bed in the next second to catch and beat the therapist who made the wrong report.

"What a **** joke," Arthur stared at Molly and smirked, "It's a pity that the names we prepared before don't work anymore, Freddie, Georgia, we've been discussing it for a long time, but it's a pity that these The names are pretty good…”

"Then my brother's name is Fred, and my brother's name is George." Molly clapped her hands and decided on the twins' names. "Fred, George, are also two very good names."

Arthur smiled and kissed Molly's forehead. "Honey, I can't think of a better idea."

Molly lowered her head and looked at the two children in her arms softly.

"Surprise from God," she called Fred and George's names softly.

"I hope you can bring happiness and hope to those around you."

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George has been trapped in the illusion for a while, long enough for him to realize that he is trapped, which is not easy, at least two minutes ago he was still invading this past scene.

"Freddy?" George laughed cheerfully, thinking in his heart how to use this girl's name to tease Fred, completely forgetting that he almost had the delicate name Georgia.

"George—"

George heard someone calling him, with a heart-piercing male voice. The very familiar voice made George's hair stand up. He never imagined that under any circumstances, his male acquaintance would make the tone of Ms. Molly's swearing.

He turned around and found a man in a white robe standing behind him at some point.

George couldn't see his face clearly.

"Stop—George!" The sharp male voice appeared again, not from the man in the white robe, but from the black fog on the left, where a familiar face with glasses appeared, which surprised George—

"Harry?"

This is the mature version of Harry, many things have changed, such as growing taller and fatter, the mustache on the chin is dense, and the glasses have been replaced with more serious silver-framed glasses, but there are also many unchanged, the forehead The scars on his face, his messy hair, and those green eyes.

There was so much emotion in those green eyes, anger, fear, and more, sadness.

"Hey, Big Harry! I didn't do anything!" Little George was startled by Harry, he even raised his hands, and then he realized that Big Harry didn't notice him at all.

Big Harry's eyes locked on the man in the white robe, "George, stop, it's too late to go now, the Ministry of Magic hasn't noticed this, and it's too late when the meeting is over!"

"What the **** are you going to do? What are you planning to take away your relatives and friends?" Harry squeezed the wand in his hand, "The Aurors have been preparing for this meeting for a long time, no matter what you want. What are you doing, absolutely unwise!"

You could see he was trying to persuade, "While nothing happens, we can go back to the way we were before, Ginny, Ron...everyone is waiting for you, and your wife Angelina! Think about it! Your...daughter!"

The face of the man in the white robe became clearer and clearer with the words of Big Harry, and little George could finally see it clearly. The man in the white robe was himself when he grew up.

Numbness, George could use one word to describe his grown-up self, the lifeless numbness like a puppet without a knob.

"Why is an ear missing?" Little George couldn't help touching his healthy ears, feeling a little uncomfortable. "What's the situation now? What have I done?"

"Nothing happened?" The white-robed George finally gave Harry his eyes, the Harry who ran out of the dark fog panting.

"Savior," the name George White used made Harry look even sadder, "everything has happened, and after losing my family again, I've found it hard to deceive myself lately."

"George, listen, I'm really sorry about your son..." Harry wanted to say something, but was quickly interrupted by the white-robed George.

George in the white robe pointed to his ears, "After defeating Voldemort, we forced our smiles to meet the future life, pretending to gain more than we lost, pretending that everything is worth it, pretending that precious things remain forever in my heart..."

"Hey, do you have a question? The savior Harry Potter," the white robe George tilted his head, "We defeated Voldemort, we saved the British wizarding world, but did we really win?"

Harry's eyes flickered, but he answered George firmly, "We won, George, we won."

Did it really win? There was a constant voice in Harry's head asking himself, like a whisper of a demon.

George in the white robe smiled. It was a familiar smile that Harry hadn't seen for a long time. It was the kind of smile after a successful prank. Often at this time, Fred would come out and pat the prankster on the shoulder enthusiastically, and then everyone laughed together. A mass - sadly, Fred is dead.

"Oh, maybe it's a win, Voldemort is dead, the second Voldemort appears again, and then there will be a third and a fourth..." George in white robes counted with his fingers, and his smile changed. Disgusted expression, "How many people do we have to die, and what precious things do we have to lose to achieve real victory?"

"Savior, after a long time, no matter how interesting the game will become, it will become boring, annoying, and disgusting." George in white robe took out a golden egg. "It's time to end this farce of lying to yourself."

"The source of everything is those terrifying bloodlines. Some people often say that problems should be solved from the source, right?" George in white robe showed a relieved expression, and UU read www.uukanshu.com heaved a sigh of relief.

"Finally made up my mind."

"No!" Harry and little George called out at the same time, but to no avail, George in the white robe opened the golden egg.

Everything seemed to stop.

A harsh hum followed.

Harry felt that his internal organs were shaking. He barely raised his head and saw George, who was holding the golden egg tightly, was bleeding from his nose. "Quick...shut it up!" Harry struggled to approach.

Seventy seconds.

The golden egg was closed, and the savior Harry once again saved the world. He trembled and took the golden egg out of the arms of George in the white robe, and then watched George in the white robe fall softly to the ground with a satisfied smile on his face, Poured into a pool of blood.

Soon, a shrill scream came from a distance, and the rally was dead, more than one person died.

Little George stood beside Harry, staring blankly at the man lying on the ground, "Is he dead?" Little George asked Harry, although he knew that Harry could not see or hear him, but at this time he really I really want to talk to someone.

Harry lowered his head and knelt in front of the pool of blood, his wand dropped, and then he covered his face.

"No..." Harry muttered, unable to accept the fact that his friend had left.

It was also difficult for little George to accept everything in front of him. Anyone who saw his future self dying in front of him would feel very uncomfortable. He could only numb himself that everything was an illusion, and he kept urging himself to wake up quickly.

But his head was full of the picture of George in white robe holding the golden egg just now. Little George didn't hear the harsh buzzing sound. He kept staring at George in white robe. For a moment, he felt that George in white robe saw He did, and then said something.

"George, you're not the stronger one."

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