Black-haired, red-eyed girl?
Harry almost immediately recalled the Melop from Draco's memories.
According to Lucius, the mark on Draco's arm should be Voldemort's exclusive Dark Mark.
So, from this we can deduce that the so-called "Melop" is Voldemort himself.
Thinking of this, Harry couldn't help but feel a wave of nausea.
You, Voldemort, a dignified Dark Demon King, actually disguise yourself as a young girl to deceive others?
Truly... without any bottom line!
But...
He recalled what the Muggles said about the "black-haired, red-eyed young man"...
Could this be Voldemort's male disguise?
Harry thought it was very likely him... but what was he doing going on a killing spree on the cruise?
"It seems Muggle technology can't be underestimated," Arthur was still talking, "like that 'surveillance,' which can clearly record the complete process of events, including sounds... Harry, you're from the Muggle world, so you should know what this thing does, right?"
"Sorry, Uncle Arthur." Harry sighed, "I've never seen this thing either... it seems to be a very advanced, very expensive item."
"I see." Mr. Weasley nodded knowingly, "No wonder... I think we should also get a batch of these things, and really think about them..."
"Arthur!" Mrs. Weasley glared at him: "Don't forget which department you work in!"
"Department of Prohibition of Misuse of Muggle Items—" the five children of the Weasley family said in unison.
"Alright, alright." Mr. Weasley sighed, "I do work in that department, but taking advantages of Muggle items to make up for the Magic World's shortcomings doesn't seem like misuse of Muggle items..."
"Better wait until you become Minister of Magic to say that." Percy muttered.
Mr. Weasley glared at Percy angrily, and then he suddenly realized what was standing beside Harry.
"A unicorn?!" He exclaimed belatedly, "Good heavens, when did our house gain a unicorn?"
"You just realized this?" Ron said somewhat helplessly, seeming to be used to his dad's slow reaction time.
"It's my friend, Uncle Arthur." Harry explained to Mr. Weasley.
"I see." Mr. Weasley nodded knowingly, "Heavens, it's my first time seeing such a sacred magical creature up close..."
"You'll be seeing it often over these days." Fred and George said in unison.
Harry had to admit, Mrs. Weasley cooked really well, not much inferior to Mrs. Granger.
After all, Mrs. Granger was of the middle upper class of Dai Ying, with plenty of spices at hand, really not holding back on her seasoning.
In comparison, it seemed Mrs. Weasley's cooking should even be a cut above—but Harry didn't want to compare, having someone cook for him was already quite nice.
Especially the stewed potato with diced meat, simmered until it's sticky and gooey, and eaten with bread, truly the happiest thing in the world.
After dinner, it was time to divide rooms, Harry and Ron shared a room—the same bed, as for Pabi, she returned to sleep in the wallet.
"Hope you don't get all handsy at night." Ron said seriously, "Otherwise, I'll definitely kick you off."
Luckily, both young men slept quite peacefully, and the next morning they were still distinct, neither had crossed the line separated by the blanket in the middle.
The Weasley family may be simple, not as grand as the Malfoy family, but this warm living environment is what Harry desired most.
The mirror on the kitchen's mantelpiece is what amused him the most; every time Ron passed by, the mirror would shout, reminding Ron to tuck in his shirt, or button up, or tell him he's sloppy.
But Harry was never scolded by this mirror, as he lived several years in Hogwarts under Black's watch, and had developed a subconscious habit regarding personal appearance.
He would never admit it was because of Cassandra.
What made Harry feel the deepest warmth was Mrs. Weasley's affection—Harry felt Mrs. Weasley would always call him to fill up his plate four or five times each meal, refusing to stop until he was stuffed to the throat.
Mr. Weasley liked to have Harry sit by his side, always asking about Muggle world products, he seemed especially interested in technological products like televisions and computers.
To Harry, computers felt too distant, the last time he played was more than six years ago... just before he went back a century, as long as the Dursley family was out, he would definitely sneak out to play with Dudley's computer.
If it were in the past, Harry would have secretly exchanged some British Pounds to buy a computer to take to school to play.
But now he's pursuing higher aspirations, entertainment doesn't seem so important anymore.
That reminded Harry, he was worrying about what gift to bring to Nicolas Flamel's home, now it seemed... a computer would be perfect.
Pabi has been living quite comfortably lately, with a grassland around the Weasley house, allowing her to run freely, snack on grass occasionally, seeming completely carefree.
"Sometimes, I wish I could be a unicorn." Ron said admiringly, watching Pabi frolicking joyfully, yearning.