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"Ah, summer mornings are always so pleasant, but I think sleeping more is better for your health." Silver yawned and took the drink from the house-elf Lanord, who smacked his lips in dissatisfaction. "The ancestors of the Silver family used to say that the early bird doesn't necessarily eat the bugs, because the bugs are sleeping."

"Jack!" Hermione frowned disapprehensively. "You know, whether it's wizards or Muggles, they think ......"

Silver hurriedly said, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not protesting against you dragging me out of bed, I'm just expounding on a certain point of view of the ancestors." “

"Anyway, what happened yesterday, Lanod, bring me today's Daily Prophet and let me see." ”

Lanoud quickly brought in a newspaper with the headline: "Horror at the Quidditch World Cup", accompanied by a glittering black-and-white photograph of the Black Devil logo hanging from the treetops.

"I'm willing to bet there's something to cover in the Daily Prophet this month." Silver muttered.

The Ministry of Magic panicked...... The offender was not caught...... Loose security...... The Dark Wizard is at large...... Bring shame on the country...... Who wrote this? It's a familiar routine, let me see, it's Rita Skeeter. ”

"The Ministry of Magic should be glad that Rita Skeeter doesn't know anything more." Silver raised an eyebrow, "I can swear in the name of my ancestors, the person who shot the Dark Mark last night will never have time to escape the Ministry of Magic's search, the Ministry of Magic has definitely found something, but out of some scruples, Rita Skeeter should be collecting information about this in the world at this time." ”

"I always feel that when you bring out the name of your ancestors, you are talking about some crooked reasoning that is out of tune." Hermione criticized mercilessly.

"Hermione, don't let suspicion blind your mind," Silver said in all seriousness. "Our Ancestors Taught Us ......"

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Harry wasn't the overwhelmed little wizard he used to be, he knew everything about how to get to the nine-and-three-quarters train station. He and Ron pretended to be chatting casually, then leaned sideways through the wall.

The Hogwarts Express was already parked there, a crimson steam locomotive that was belching out thick smoke, and through the smoke, many Hogwarts students and parents on the platform looked like black ghosts. There were many owls in the smoke, and Hedwig and the piglets squeaked in response, making more noise than before.

Harry and Ron carried their bags on, and they jumped back onto the platform to say goodbye to Mrs. Weasley, Bill, and Charlie.

"I may be able to see you all soon." Charlie smiled as he hugged Ginny and said goodbye.

"Why?" Fred asked eagerly.

"You'll know," said Charlie, "don't tell Percy about it...... You know, this is 'top secret information' and will not be released until the Ministry of Magic deems it appropriate.'" ”

"Ah, I wish I could go back to Hogwarts this year." Bill said. He put his hands in his pockets, his eyes looked at the train, and his expression was a little melancholy.

"Why?" George asked impatiently.

"You're going to have a really fun year," Bill said, his eyes shining, "and I might take time off work to watch some of the ......."

"Part of what?" Ron asked.

But just then, the whistle blew, and Mrs. Weasley drove them to the car door.

"Mom!" Ron said irritably, "What the hell is it that the three of you know about it, and you hide it from us?" ”

"I reckon you'll figure it out tonight," said Mrs. Weasley, smiling, "it's going to be exciting—sue you, I'm glad they changed the bylaws—"

"What charter?"

"I'm sure Professor Dumbledore will tell you...... Okay, the table is better, you know? Did you hear that, Fred? And you, George? ”

The piston of the motive hissed loudly, and the train started.

"Tell us what's going on at Hogwarts!" Fred yelled out the window—Mrs. Weasley, Bill, and Charlie were hurrying away, "What charter did they change?" ”

But Mrs. Weasley just smiled and waved at them. Before the train could turn, she, Bill, and Charlie were apparitioned.