Chapter 138

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Arriving in the back garden I saw that Potter and Ronald - who I decided to call by name because there are many Weasleys in the house and it's easy to confuse - were sitting on the grass playing wizard chess.

"Hey" I said, causing them to stop the game and look at me.

"Oh, the twins' friend" Ronald said tactlessly.

'Why can't he call me by my name?' I mentally sighed.

"You know I have a name, right?" I asked rhetorically.

"Err, sorry Night," he said, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment.

"Sigh, you can call me Ethan, you know?" I said.

"Well, in that case you can call me Ron, that's what most everyone calls me." Ron said with a shrug.

"And you can call me Harry too, it's kind of weird when they call me Mr. Potter or Potter" Potter, now Harry, said scratching his head.

"Okay Harry and Ron" I said with a soft smile on my face. I then looked at the chessboard between them, "Well what are you guys doing?" I asked.

"Oh, Harry has been trying to beat Ron at chess ever since they woke up" Fred was the one who replied.

"And so far there are 12 victories..."

"16" Ron said, interrupting George.

"16 wins for Ron" George continued without missing a beat.

"And how many wins for Harry?" I asked.

"""Zero""" the three Weasleys in the room replied, and I looked pityingly at Harry, who ducked his head in embarrassment.

"I'm still learning," he muttered under his breath.

"I see," I commented sarcastically, watching him lose his queen.

"Checkmate" Ron said after one more move, making Harry sigh in defeat.

"One more round?" Ron asked.

"Nah, let's play something else" Harry said, tired of losing.

"Like?" Ron asked.

"Hmm, I know! Let's play a friendly Quidditch match!" Fred exclaimed, which immediately cheered Harry up.

"But here there are an odd number of people," George recalled.

"Why don't you call your sister?" I asked, earning thoughtful looks from the twins and an odd look from Ron.

"Call Ginny?" Ron asked.

"Yeah, she must at least know how to ride a broomstick, right?" I asked back.

"Yes, but... Are you sure?" Ron continued.

"Why not? So then we can play a full game" Fred said excitedly.

"But we don't have enough brooms," Ron said, making the twins realize that there was a slight flaw in their idea.

"Don't worry about it, I brought my broom and some extra brooms" I said, pulling the string with my suitcase around my neck.

I then put the suitcase on the floor and with a flick of my wand it returned to its normal size. From the suitcase I took my Nimbus 2000 and 5 of the 9 Cleansweep Seven I had.

'It's always good to be prepared' I thought, enjoying Ron's shocked look.

"How many brooms do you have?" George asked me also surprised.

"Some" I replied with a shrug, "I plan to collect brooms as a hobby, and I'm starting with the newer ones, and then I'll look for the older ones," I said.

"If you want old brooms you can keep ours" Fred commented playfully.

"Well I accept, but to be fair, you can have these Cleansweeps in exchange," I said, but I was met with silence.

Turning around I saw that the twins, Ron, and even Harry were staring at me with their mouths open.

"What's it?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Are you serious?" Ron asked.

'At these moments Sirius is missed, since I can't use the joke... Yet' I sighed mentally.

"Yes, I'm serious" I shrugged.

"But these are Cleansweep Seven, and not just one, but 5!" he exclaimed.

"It's not that big of a deal, I have another Cleansweep Seven in my suitcase," I said, and I could have sworn Ron was about to pass out.

""Well, in that case, we accept"" the twins said, since they knew they wouldn't beat me in an argument, and that when I put something in my mind, I would go all the way to complete it.

I was already planning on giving the twins a broom as a gift, and this was a good opportunity since I'm really looking forward to collecting brooms.

But I don't want to collect just brooms, but several magical objects, since I think it will be nice to set up a private museum with all these items.

"Well, in that case since the broom problem is solved, so we just need someone to call Ginny in her room" George said next, and immediately he, Fred and Ron who had recovered from his ecstatic state, raised the hand.

"""I pass"""

""Huh?"" Harry and I looked at them confused, before we understood what they were doing.

"Sigh... Very smart guys... Very smart" I said, looking at them with narrowed eyes.

"Well, looks like there's only you left, Ethan" Fred told me.

"Wait, Harry didn't say anything either," I said indignantly.

"Yeah, but I doubt he'll be able to talk to Ginny without her running off to hide from him" Ron said.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"You have a point," I said. I then sighed and looked up the stairs leading to the upper floors, "Where's her room?" I asked.

"First floor, second door on the left" George said, pushing me towards the house.

'What got into you guys today to keep pushing me to places?' I asked in my mind.

Entering the house, I headed straight for the stairs, and going up to the first floor, I looked for Ginny feeling her magic signature, and arriving in front of her bedroom door I knocked twice.

The bedroom door then opened and Ginny appeared in my vision.

"Hey" I said with a smile as I searched the room for any sign of dark magic from Riddle's diary.

"H-hey" Ginny answered back, surprised that I was the one knocking on her door.

"Well, the boys and I are looking to play a game of Quidditch, but we need one more person to complete the team, sooo... Would you like to play with us?" I asked.

"What? Really?!" as soon as she heard what i said, Ginny immediately asked excitedly, looking at me with hopeful eyes.

"Of course" I nodded.

"Fine! Just wait a minute, I'm coming down soon" she said, going to put the books that were on your bed in your bag, and in the middle of those books I saw Riddle's diary.

"Ready, shall we?" she asked with an excited smile on her face, which brought a smile to my own face.

"Yeah, the boys should be waiting for us," I said, and then we started down the stairs, not before I took one last look at her room.

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After a few quick Quidditch matches, we all headed back inside the house, as Mrs. Weasley called us to lunch.

After a hearty and very tasty lunch, I saw Mrs. Weasley going to wash the dishes, and I, like a good person, got up from my chair and walked over to her.

"Let me do the dishes Ms. Weasley, it's the least I can do," I said, rolling up my sleeves.

"Don't worry about it dear, I can do it myself, go play with the boys" she said shooing me away with a gentle smile on her face.

"I can't let you do everything on your own, I would feel guilty. And besides, my mother would be disappointed if she knew I abused her hospitality" I said with a sad look.

"Well... In that case, fine" Mrs. Weasley said uncertainly, "But wouldn't you rather play with the boys?" she asked.

"Oh, don't worry, the boys will help me too, right?" I said, with the last part being addressed to the boys who planned to refuse but met my menacing gaze.

"Hehe, of course"

"Doing the dishes is so much fun"

"As a good friend I can't let him do it all alone, hehe"

"Well, I'm glad to see you guys want to help that much," Mrs. Weasley said, looking at the twins and Ron proudly, but they only smiled nervously.

'''Damn Night!''' they thought.

And meanwhile, Harry and Ginny were sweating looking at the scene.

After we cleaned up the kitchen, Ginny went upstairs to her room saying that she wanted to read the Hogwarts books, but we all knew she wanted to run away from Harry, and meanwhile the boys and I sat on the couch in the living room, with the boys, except Harry, plopping wearily into their seats.

"First you managed to get our mom to accept your VIP card from the bookstore, and now you managed to manipulate her into letting you do the dishes while making us help you against our will? I'm impressed," Fred said, bowing slightly to me.

"I try," I said, brushing imaginary dust off my shoulder.

"I'm most impressed by the fact that even with all the necessary traits, you still haven't been chosen for Slytherin." George commented.

"Oh, the Sorting Hat was not sure which house I would be placed in, so he let me decide"

"What were the options?" Harry asked, since the same thing happened to him.

"The four houses," I replied, earning a surprised look from Harry and an unimpressed look from the twins.

"And why did you choose Ravenclaw?" Ron asked curiously.

End.

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(End AN: As I said in the last AN, I think that many original works are better than their adaptations such as movies, series and anime, but there is a specific work that I liked the adaptation more than the original work.

The work in question is the anime Kimetsu no Yaiba also known as Demon Slayer.

I finished reading the manga, and even though I think it's amazing and wonderful, the anime is much better.

The manga isn't bad, but what makes the anime better is the animation and fight scenes, which are one of the best I've ever seen, even matching Fate.

So, what do you guys think of Demon Slayer?

Hope you enjoyed the chapters!)