Surprisingly, the next morning, when they had set up their tents and left the camp, the Ministry of Magic official in charge of the portkey quietly visited, "It will take effect in five minutes, Arthur," the official said tiredly, keeping an eye on the crowd around him, "Don't let too many people see it, the whole camp is now waiting in line for the portkey." "I think it's because of our relationship?" After the official left, Percy speculated, "My dad and I both work at the Ministry of Magic." "Oh, of course, Weatherby." Fred bowed to Percy, who kept his mouth shut, "Kids, if we move faster," Mr. Weasley said, looking at the empty bottle-shaped portkey in his hand, "and still have time to find the Diggory and Lovegoods." Five minutes later, when everyone was struggling to touch the empty bottle, the portkey was activated on time, and they returned to the hill where they had set off, the three families left in different directions, and when they pushed open the kitchen door, Mrs. Weasley and Sirius, who were sitting in their chairs, stood up at the same time, "Merlin, I'm glad you're okay." Mr. and Mrs. Weasley hugged each other, "Sirius, I knew it was you," Mr. Weasley said, and Mrs. Weasley turned to care for the children, "You gave us at least an hour ahead." "It's a small matter, Arthur," Sirius said solemnly, handing the newspaper to Mr. Weasley, "I think my words will have some effect after my charges are cleared." "The Ministry of Magic made a big mistake - the prisoner wasn't arrested? Security breach?" Mr. Weasley frowned, and Percy looked at the contents of the newspaper from the sidelines, "Dark Wizard March, Shame on the Nation - Who Wrote It?" Oh, of course, Rita. Skeeter's report." "The next paragraph, Arthur," Sirius said, "I think the Ministry of Magic will have a headache." "Merlin, I suppose this is writing about me," said Mr. Weasley, angrily throwing the newspaper on the table, "Listen to this," ...... It remains to be seen whether a Ministry of Magic official who has appeared once after the appearance of the Dark Mark and refused to divulge any information claiming that no one was injured will be able to dispel the rumors that many people were being carried out of the woods an hour later." If she writes like this, of course there will be rumors." "This woman has been spreading rumors about the Ministry of Magic," Percy said indignantly, and he began to babble, "Last week she was—" "Percy, we'd appreciate it if you could stop talking about your work." Bill sighed, "I think I'll have to go back to the Ministry, Jasmine." Mr. Weasley hurried, "I'll go with you, Dad," Percy said, "I'm going to give Mr. Crouch the report of the crucible leaking—" "But Arthur, you're still on vacation." Mrs. Weasley said, "I must go, Molly," Mr. Wesley replied, "I am the one who made things worse, and I must go now—" Harry, I think you have something to do with me?" Sirius turned his head and asked, "Well, Ron, Hermione, that's about last question." Harry winked at Hermione and Ron, "Oh, homework huh? I guess we'll ask Lawrence as well?" Hermione understood, she saw Ron's confused expression, and quickly kicked him to stop talking, "That's good." Harry nodded, and Lawrence frowned, but followed along, "I didn't tell you anything," Harry spoke when they closed the door to Ron's room, "Last Sunday, my scar hurt again." "Actually, Harry, I agree with Hermione," Sirius interrupted Hermione as he began to mention a series of books and people, "I believe that this kind of thing, telling Dunburydo is the best way to solve it." "Hurting again?" Lawrence asked keenly, "Was the last time we fought Voldemort in front of the Philosopher's Stone?" "That's just one of them." Harry replied, "But, in first year, 'that man' was in Hogwarts, right?" Ron asked in alarm, "I'm sure it's not on Privet Road," Harry said, "I dreamed that he and Peter were planning to kill someone." "Oh, Harry, it's just a dream—" Hermione said worriedly, and although Harry didn't say who anyone was, everyone knew that the person Voldemort wanted to kill most was Harry. Potter, "I'm just worried," Harry frowned, "Professor Trelawney said something strange when I was studying divination on the day Peter escaped." "You're not going to take that liar's words seriously, are you?" Hermione asked incredulously, "I'm sorry, I think Lawrence is as confused as I am," Sirius glanced at Lawrence, and he said, "What are you talking about?" "Professor Trelawney made a prophecy—" Harry explained, telling Sirius and Lawrence what had happened in the divination exam, "her tone and expression were different from her usual expression, Professor Dunburydo said—" Professor McGonagall also said that divination is the most inaccurate subject—" Hermione said in a high-pitched tone, Lawrence and Ron looked at each other, they almost couldn't hold back their laughter, and both Hermione and Professor McGonagall sniffed when they were angry, "Let's talk about scars," Sirius said, " Your scar was hurting a few days ago, and the Death Eaters showed up last night, and then Voldemort's mark was flying in the air again, you think it's connected, don't you, Harry?" "yes, that's it." Harry replied, "Can you please don't name it?" Ron grumbled that he only now realized that there were only a few people in this room who didn't dare to name names, "but if Voldemort does come back to life—" Harry said to himself, "Isn't that bad?" I thought—" "Dumblido will stop him," Sirius said calmly, "We've heard a lot of rumors, and Dumburido hired Alastor this year. Moody's appointment as a professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts is supposed to be in anticipation of the events that are going to take place at Hogwarts this year, and all the circumstances." "Alasto. Moody, the famous Auror?" Lawrence asked with interest, and Sirius nodded, "I'd like to know, what the hell is going on at Hogwarts?" Ron complained, "Everybody's mysterious." "All I can say is that this is an event that has been out of action for more than a century." Sirius smiled, "If it goes well, there might be a chance to continue in five years." "Oh—I see," Lawrence suddenly realized, "you must be upset that it didn't happen—this event back then, right?" "Of course, Jaime has been complaining to me, and you're lucky, though the age limit has been added this year," Sirius laughed, "but as far as I know, it was chosen on Halloween night—and you'll be seventeen that day." "Why do you know Lawrence again?" Ron asked, confused, "Percy's words aren't all nonsense," Lawrence replied, "He said that this event had something to do with the International Department of Magical Cooperation." "I thought it was just him showing off?" Ron replied with a bitter face, Harry was a little absent-minded, and Hermione was looking at Harry worriedly, at this time, the window of the room made a "bump" sound, Harry opened the window, and Bill, Charlie, Fred and George stood in the garden, they were all holding broomsticks, "Ron, Harry, do you want to come and fight Quidditch?" Bill yelled, "That's it, let's go—Harry," Ron said, hearing Quidditch, and Ron put the matter behind him, "Hey, Ron, Harry doesn't want to fight Quidditch right now—" Hermione retorted, "No, let's go—" Harry replied, Hermione frowned, muttering something like "boys," and both Sirius and Lawrence laughed, "Go on, go," Sirius said, "I should go too, I'll have to go to the Ministry of Magic later." "Is Professor Lupin okay?" At the door of the Burrow, Lawrence asked, "I think we're all bad," Sirius said with a bitter face, "We've been busy these months, and Dunburydo asked him to help me, and we're going to find out how much of the Black family's fortune I've inherited, and we're going to tidy up the mansion, and the magic contracts are too complicated, and we're not very good at cleaning spells—I'm leaving." ─────── the following week, the sky was very gloomy, the only difference was heavy rain or drizzle, Mr. Weasley and Percy went out early every morning, but neither came home until a few minutes before dinner. Skeeter wrote a lot of stories, causing a lot of trouble for the Ministry of Magic, "Fudge is glad now," Mr. Weasley sat wearily in his armchair by the fire that night, and he served his dinner, "Sirius didn't tell the news that he was almost kissed to death." On the morning of their return to Hogwarts, Mr. Weasley had to attend to an emergency, and they gathered around the table discussing the man called Mad-Eye, "Sirius said he was coming to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts." Harry said, "Who is he?" "He used to work for the Ministry of Magic as an Auror, and he was the best one," Charlie said, looking at Harry blankly, adding, "The Auror is the one responsible for arresting the Dark Wizards, and more than half of the criminals in Azkaban he caught, which made him make a lot of enemies - mainly the families of those people." "I heard he's a weirdo?" George said, "And there's something wrong with your head?" "Your dad thinks very well of him." Mrs. Weasley said, "Daddy always says nice things about people, doesn't he?" Fred laughed, "And dad isn't too normal - I mean, he collects plugs and batteries, right?" "Moody is a powerful magician." Bill said, "And he's an old friend of Dunbury, isn't he?" Charlie said, "Deng Buliduo is not a normal person, is he?" George laughed, "We all know he's a genius—" Fred said, "I have to go," Percy said, dressed neatly and holding a slice of toast, "Aren't you going to see them off at the train station, Percy?" Bill asked, "Charlie and I will go." "No, I'm really sorry, I can't walk away during the busiest hours of the Ministry," Percy said regretfully, but a little smugly, "I think Mr. Crouch has been relying on me lately." "yes, I think he'll remember your name soon, Weatherby." "Boys, I think we're going to move fast," called Mrs. Weasley, who looked out the window worriedly, the raindrops were falling on the window, "I'll call a few taxis, Arthur said the cars in the ministry were borrowed." ───────

Author's Note: Good morning, I took a moment to change the previous "Death Eater" to "Death Eater", and Peter Pettigrew to Peter. Pediru, above.