The situation suddenly became awkward.
But it's not really Neville's fault, after all, even Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Weasley sometimes can't tell who is George and who is Fred.
But that doesn't stop George and Fred from capitalizing on it.
After all, teasing an honest kid like Neville is just too much fun.
They used to enjoy teasing Ron, but now that Ron is older, he's not so easy to tease anymore.
As the saying goes, the older the person, the craftier they become—this is the truth.
"Sorry," Neville said awkwardly, "I don't see very well."
"Oh, it's nothing," George said casually, "After all, we're used to it, used to being mistaken, aren't we, Fred?"
"Yeah, George." Fred said, winking playfully.
"Alright, you two." Ginny couldn't stand it anymore, stepping in to help, "Stop bullying Neville... Neville, listen to me, you don't need to feel guilty, they're always like this—in fact, they're used to being mistaken for each other, you know? Even our mom and dad can't tell them apart."
"Oh, that just makes us so sad," Fred complained.
"Look at this, she's our sister?" George followed with, "Not considering our feelings at all!"
By this point, Neville realized Fred and George were teasing him, and his sense of guilt had long been forgotten.
Being an honest person is really a disadvantage!
Meanwhile, Sedina's song continued to play melodiously.
"We danced to this music when we were eighteen!" Mrs. Weasley wiped her eyes with her knitting, "Do you remember, Arthur?"
"Huh?" Mr. Weasley, who was dozing off while peeling a tangerine, said, "Oh, yes... what a great tune..."
He tried to sit up a bit straighter and turned to look at Lupin sitting next to him.
"Sorry," he nodded towards the radio, as Sedina was singing a refrain, "It's almost done."
Lupin smiled gently at Mr. Weasley, not minding it—listening to the seniors' love stories was actually quite interesting.
At this moment, Cassandra came in, holding Harry's arm.
Meanwhile, on the radio, Sedina ended her performance with a long high note, and loud applause erupted from the radio, with Mrs. Weasley clapping enthusiastically.
"All done?" Fleur exclaimed, "Thank heavens, so awful—"
Bill seemed to have given up trying to mend the relationship between his girlfriend and his mom, as he turned his face to look out the window—in fact, he had tried many times but to no avail.
Mrs. Weasley, of course, heard Fleur's words, and her expression immediately darkened.
"She really is..." Cassandra whispered into Harry's ear, "I feel like she's asking for trouble, why always going against her boyfriend's mom?"
"Maybe the two of them are naturally at odds." Harry glanced at Mrs. Weasley's unpleasant expression and said, "But speaking of which, I don't think you are someone who would get along well with a boyfriend's mom either."
"Oh, I don't have to worry about that." Cassandra said lightly, glancing at Harry again, "Why are you looking at me like that? You're the one who brought it up first, okay?"
Harry whispered in her ear: "I'll let it go for now, but wait for tonight!"
Having said that, he walked over to Mr. Weasley and Lupin and sat on the sofa.
"See." Mr. Weasley ladled a bowl of eggnog for Harry, "In-law relationships, huh? They've been the biggest problem since ancient times."
Harry scratched his chin, the biggest problem?
Wasn't my mom on good terms with Vivi?
"A mother believes her son still belongs to her, and the daughter-in-law is the challenger to her ownership." Mr. Weasley continued to ramble, "I read this in a psychology book, recommended to me by Mr. Granger."
Next to him, Mr. Granger, who was drinking eggnog, spat it out all over the place.
He coughed a couple of times, wiped his face, and pretended nothing happened as he picked up a gingerbread.
"Makes sense," Harry nodded, then turned to Lupin and asked, "By the way, Remus, do you know anyone called the Half-Blood Prince?"
Lupin appeared to be lost in thought earlier, but when he heard Harry's words, his eyes refocused.
"Sorry, the Half what?"
"The Half-Blood Prince." Harry repeated.
"What Prince?" Lupin asked again.
"The Half-Blood Prince." Harry repeated once more, "Half-Blood, Prince!"
"Oh, I heard you, Harry." Lupin smiled, "I just needed to confirm that word... Prince? No, Harry, there are no princes among wizards..."
"Really?" Harry raised an eyebrow, "That's strange then, the Half-Blood Prince used to be at Hogwarts, Ron is using his old Magic Potion Textbook, and it's filled with spells he invented—one of them is the Inverted Golden Bell..."
"Oh, this spell was very popular when I was at Hogwarts." Lupin said nostalgically, "During my fifth year, for several months, people were often suspended upside down by their ankles, unable to move."
"My dad used it." Harry said, "I saw it in the Meditation Basin—from my mom's memory, he used it on Professor Snape."