"Now there is nothing in the newspapers, nothing about the battle that night. "They're silent about it." ”

That night, everyone came, and the kitchen was crowded with people, and it was difficult to use knives and forks.

"The Ministry of Magic is withholding all the news?!" Hermione said in surprise, "There are a lot of Muggles who saw the battle between Aven, Sirius, and the Death Eaters. ”

"There were probably hundreds of Muggles, and I had to deal with the Death Eaters quickly, and I couldn't do anything else. Evan looked up as he slipped the chicken on his plate and asked, "So, the Ministry of Magic sent someone to modify the memories of all the Muggles present at the time?"

"I'm afraid not, the ministry got the news a little late, and there were a lot of Muggles who saw you fighting at the time, and the ministry didn't have that many people to deal with it. Mr. Weasley replied, "I've heard that Scrimgeour later went to the Muggle Prime Minister to ask the Muggle Aurors to help with the matter, but word still leaked out, but there was no news on the part of the wizarding world. He sent everyone out just to make sure of that. ”

"In fact, wizards don't even know as much now as Muggles. Ridiculous, isn't it?"

"Haven't they called a hearing on the underage magic I used to escape the Death Eaters?" Harry asked Mr. Weasley aloud across the table, and Mr. Weasley shook his head, and he pressed on, "Do they know they have no choice, or do they not want me to tell everyone that Voldemort attacked me?"

"I think it's the latter, Scrimgeour doesn't want to admit that Mysterio is so powerful, or that Azkaban is over. ”

"Well, why tell the truth to the public?" said Harry sarcastically, clutching the knife in his hand.

"There's probably nothing Scrimgeour can do about it, and there's nothing he can do about the current complicated situation. Sirius said objectively.

"Hmph, telling the public the truth is the best way to do it. ”

"He didn't dare, because if he did, the wizarding world would immediately be chaotic, and the Ministry would lose all control. Evan said that Scrimgeour was now faced with a similar choice as Fudge, who was afraid to tell the public that Voldemort had returned, and that Scrimgeour was afraid to tell everyone that the Ministry of Magic was powerless and that the war had begun.

"Isn't there anyone in the Ministry of Magic ready to resist him?" Ron asked.

"Of course there is, Ron, but people are scared. Mr. Weasley replied, "Whoever tells the truth and openly defies is now attacked, and people are afraid that they will be the next to disappear, that their children will be attacked next!" For example, I don't believe that the Muggle Studies teacher at Hogwarts has resigned, she has been missing for weeks, but I can't say it, and even if I did, it wouldn't be useful, and the ministry didn't care about it. During this time, Scrimgeour locked himself in his office all day, and to be honest, I wish he was working on a plan. ”

No one spoke, and Mrs. Weasley magically brought the empty plate to the workbench and brought out the apple pie.

"By the way, we'll have to decide what you're going to look like, Harry!" Fleur said after everyone had been divided the pie, and seeing Harry's confused expression, she added, "Going to the wedding, of course, we don't have Death Eaters among our guests, but there's no guarantee that they won't leak the news after drinking the champagne." ”

"What?"

"Evan needs makeup too, you two can't be spotted now, let me think about how I should dress up ......"

"Yes, that makes sense, you all need to disguise yourself. Without waiting for Evan to say no, he heard Mrs. Weasley, who was sitting at the head of the table, with her glasses on the tip of her nose, going through the long pile of work she had scribbled on a long piece of parchment, "I said, Ron, has your house been cleaned?"

"What are you doing?" Ron cried, putting down his spoon heavily, glaring at his mother angrily, "I don't understand, why does my house need to be cleaned? Aven, Harry, and I are so comfortable in there!"

"In a few days, we'll have your brother's wedding here, young man......"

"Are they getting married in my bedroom?" Ron asked angrily, "No......!

"Don't talk to your mom like that!" Mr. Weasley said unquestioningly, "Do as she says." ”

Ron glared angrily at his parents, then picked up the spoon and attacked him with a great deal of force.

"Ewen and I can help, there's ...... in it"

Before Harry could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Mrs. Weasley, "No, Harry, dear, I want you to help Arthur clean the chicken shed; Aven, can you go to the warehouse and take a look, Arthur has put too many Muggle stuff in it; Hermione, Gabrielle, please go change the sheets for the Delaculs, they will be there tomorrow morning at eleven; Ginny, Elaine, you two come with me to the kitchen, there are so many things to clean up." ”

Under her arrangement, several people had to go separately to their respective places to pack their things.

The warehouse was a mess, with all sorts of miscellaneous items piled up on one side, and a suspicious smell of gasoline in the air.

After a while, Mr. Weasley snuck in.

"Don't tell Jasmine, Aven!" he said, "just, well, Ted Tonks sent me most of the wreckage of Sirius's motorcycle, well, I hid it, I mean here, it's amazing: there's an exhaust cushion, I believe it's called, it's a powerful burst of shells, and it gives me a rare opportunity to figure out how the brakes work." While Molly isn't around, I mean I'm going to try to put it back together while I have time. ”

Evan watched as he expertly unpacked the box, pulled out a large pile of motorcycle parts from a broken couch, and excitedly bumped his wand across it.

Considering that Mr. Weasley had modified cars, a motorcycle should not be too difficult for him.

After watching it for a while, Evan didn't think it was interesting, so he went out first.

Harry wasn't in the chicken coop either, and he didn't see Mrs. Weasley when he got home.

Evan thought for a moment and walked towards Ron's room, just as the door opened on the second floor, Elaine walked out of it.

She seemed to be waiting here, having something to say to him.

Sure enough, her burgundy eyes looked at Evan and said in an unquestioning tone, "I'm going to talk to you, come in!"