The Burrow’s kitchen was his favorite part of the house, other than his bedroom. The reason was the food. He loved to eat. When he was a kid, his parents always indulged him with candies, meats, and juices. He looked through the cupboards when he heard a voice behind him. It was one of his best friends. The legendary Harry Potter, the boy who lived.
“Hey Harry,” Ron greeted him back. He turned around to see Harry. He gave him some food that he found inside among the cupboards; some bread (croissants), his favorite candies, and some fruits. “Sorry, it’s all we have.” He moved towards the cooler, fetching his friends some drink. “Butterbeer? Pumpkin Juice? Or water?” He bent down, looking for the three pitchers.
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