On the last night, Percy made a rare early return to the Burrow. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He looked tired, but he was extraordinarily energetic.

"It's a mess. Percy told the group matter-of-factly, "For a whole week, I was like fighting a fire." People keep sending yelling letters, and of course, if you don't open them right away, they're going to explode. There were burnt marks everywhere on my desk, and the best quills had turned into a pile of cinders. ”

"Why do they all send howling letters?" asked Ginny.

She was sitting on the carpet in front of the fire in her living room, tinkering with her copy of A Thousand Magical Herbs and Mushrooms with clear magic tape.

"Needless to say, of course, complaining about the safety of the World Cup. "They wanted compensation, and Mundungus Fletch filed a list of five hundred gold galleons for medical expenses, and said that his tent had been damaged, and that we had asked him for a tent with twelve bedrooms and a jacuzzi." But I found out what he was doing, and he wasn't hurt at all, and he had actually spent the night under a cloak supported by a stick. ”

That night, at the same time that the vampires attacked the stadium, the camping area was also attacked.

Many people's lives have suffered, especially the tent near Crouch's home, which is the hardest hit area.

The vampires probably thought Barty Crouch Jr. was hiding in a tent, so they raided the area.

Of course, they didn't find anything, but they cost a lot of wizards a lot.

You know, in order to show off at the World Cup, the wizards took a lot of good things and put them in their tents.

Mrs. Weasley brought them a few drinks, glancing at the old clock in the corner.

It's a magic clock, and if you want to know the time, it's completely useless, but it can provide you with many other information.

It had nine gold needles, each with the name of a member of the Weasley family engraved on it.

There are no numbers on the face of the clock, but it is written where each member of the family may be.

There are "home", "school" and "work", as well as "on the road", "missing", "hospital", "prison", etc.

At twelve o'clock on the ordinary clock, it is marked "Life Danger".

Although this clock does not look very good, it is very high-level of production and is a very rare magic item.

It was inherited from the Weasleys, and no matter how down, the pure-blood wizard family had some treasures at the bottom of the box.

This magic clock is one such thing, and it can be used by simply placing a hand representing a member of the family.

Like the live map, it involves the "magic of name science" in the process of making and using it.

This is a very unpopular, very advanced branch of magic, which only powerful and knowledgeable wizards can dabble in.

For example, Voldemort, he cast a spell on his name, as long as the area of the person who mentioned this name was located, it would be perceived, and destroy the simple defensive magic around it, and the Death Eaters would rush over as soon as possible, so everyone was very afraid, afraid to mention this name, and called Voldemort by a mysterious person.

This is another extreme use of the magic of namesmithing, and probably only a truly powerful dark wizard would do it.

All in all, this aspect is too rare for Evan to get much from a spellbook.

Every time he saw the clock, he felt the urge to open it up and take a look at its inner workings.

At this moment, the eight needles on the clock all point to the location of "home".

Mr. Weasley's, the longest of the nine needles, still pointed "to work."

Mrs. Weasley sighed and said sadly, "Arthur hasn't had to work overtime on weekends since the day the mystery man lost power. Now they are going to wear him out, and if he doesn't come back quickly, his supper will be ruined. ”

"Hey, Daddy thinks he has to make up for the mistakes he made on the day of the finals, right?" Percy said, "Honestly, it's a bit unwise for him to speak in public without asking his department head......"

"It's all Skeeter's nasty woman's letters, how dare you blame your father for that!" said Mrs. Weasley, who was angry at once.

"If Daddy doesn't say anything, Rita's old fellow will comment that the people in the Ministry of Magic don't say a word and lose their identity. Bill, who was playing chess with Ron, said, "Rita Skeeter never writes nice things about people, remember, she interviewed all the spell solvers at Gringotts and called me the Hairy Ghost!"

"Your hair is a little long, darling!" said Mrs. Weasley gently, "you just have to make me ......"

"No, Mom. ”

Raindrops crackled down on the living room window, and Aven sat by the fire studying the ancient magic in front of him.

Not far from him, Hermione was reading the Standard Spell, Level 4 intently.

Charlie was knitting a fireproof hood, Harry was wiping his fire bolts, and the Broomstick Care Manual, the gift Hermione had given him on his thirteenth birthday, was now open and placed at his feet.

Fred and George sat in a corner over there, quill in hand, heads on a piece of parchment, talking in a whisper, as if they were sneaky and wouldn't let anyone else know.

"What are you two doing?" asked Mrs. Weasley sternly, staring at the twins with her eyes.

"Do your homework. Fred replied vaguely.

"Don't be ashamed, it's a holiday. Mrs. Weasley said.

"yes, we're a bit of a drag. George said.

"You're not thinking about any more Weasley magic tricks, are you?" said Mrs. Weasley.

"Oh, Mom," Fred looked up at her, a pained expression on his face, "If the Hogwarts Express is crashed tomorrow and George and I are both dead, how would you feel when you think that the last thing we heard from you was a baseless accusation?"

Everyone laughed, and Mrs. Weasley couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh, your dad is back!" she said suddenly, looking up at the clock again.

Mr. Weasley's needle suddenly jumped from "going to work" to "on the road".

After a clock, it trembled and stopped at the position of "home" along with other needles.

At this moment, everyone heard Mr. Weasley's shouting from the kitchen.

"Here it is, Arthur!" said Mrs. Weasley, hurrying out of the room.

A moment later, Mr. Weasley walked into the warm living room with his dinner on a tray.

He looked exhausted, and his expression was extremely tired.

"Well, things are getting out of hand," he said to Mrs. Weasley, sitting in an armchair by the fireplace, listlessly fiddling with the crumpled cauliflower on his plate, "Rita Skeeter has been camping around all week, looking for more chaos to report on at the Ministry of Magic. Now that she had discovered the disappearance of poor old Bertha, it seemed that this was the headline of the Daily Prophet tomorrow. I told Ludo that he should have sent someone to find her a long time ago. ”

The other day, the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet sent a letter to Aven.

The letter said that Rita Skeeter wanted to interview him, but Evan didn't give her a chance at all and refused directly.

He didn't want to portray himself as some little monster with a bad habits, or a dark wizard.

This woman has been creating rumors to attract the public's attention, and it would be better for Evan to stay away from her.

Of course, if Rita Skeeter provokes him, Evan will not be polite, he knows what the other party is up to. (To be continued.) )