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He magically put the tent away and put it in his backpack, then led Duten and them out of the camp as fast as they could. On the way back, I saw Mr. Roberts, who was standing at the door of his little stone house, looking a little strange and dazed, waving goodbye to them and saying "Merry Christmas" in a vague way.

"He'll be fine," said Mr. Weasley as they strode toward the swamp, "and sometimes, when a man's memory is altered, he is momentarily confused...... Besides, what they wanted him to forget was such a big thing. ”

As they approached the place where the key was kept, they heard a great crowd shouting eagerly; A little further on, they found that a large group of wizards had surrounded Basil, the keeper of the portkey, clamoring to get out of the camp as soon as possible.

Mr. Weasley and Basil discussed it in a few words, and they all stood in the line, and finally received an old tire before the sun had risen, and it was time to return to Weasel Mountain. In the twilight of dawn, they walked through the village of Autrie-St. Kachpol and along the wet path towards the Burrow. Along the way, everyone rarely spoke, because they were all so tired that they only wanted to eat breakfast quickly. They turned a corner, and the Burrow appeared in front of them, along with a shout from the path.

"Oh, thank goodness, thank goodness!"

Mrs. Weasley had apparently been waiting for them in the front yard when she ran towards them, wearing the slippers she wore in her bedroom. Her face was pale and nervous, and she clutched a rolled-up copy of the Daily Prophet in her hand.

"Arthur - I'm so worried- I'm so worried—"

She threw her arms around Mr. Weasley's neck, and The Daily Prophet slipped from her feeble hands to the ground. It was written with a big caption: "Horror at the Quidditch World Cup", along with a glittering black and white photo of the Black Devil mark hanging from the treetops.

"You're all alright," Mrs. Weasley muttered in shock, letting go of Mr. Weasley, looking at them one by one with red eyes, "you're all alive...... Oh my son......"

To everyone's surprise, she grabbed Fred and George and hugged them fiercely. She used it so hard that the twins' heads slammed together.

"Ouch! Mom-you're going to strangle us-"

"I'm yelling at you before you leave!" Mrs. Weasley said, crying, "I've been thinking about this! What if the mystery man takes you away, and the last thing I say to you is that you don't do well o.w.ls exams? Oh, Fred...... George ......"

"Alright, alright, Molly, we're all safe." Mr. Weasley comforted her, pulled the twins out of her arms, and led her towards the house.

"Bill," he said, in a low voice, "pick up that newspaper, I want to see what it says......"

The group entered the house, and then they all crowded into the small kitchen, Hermione made Mrs. Weasley a strong cup of tea, Mr. Weasley insisted on pouring a little Ogden Aged Strong Whiskey into it, and Bill handed the newspaper to his father.

Mr. Weasley hurried through the first edition, and Percy looked over his shoulder.

"I knew it was going to be like this," Mr. Weasley said heavily, "the Ministry of Magic is panicked, the criminals are not caught, the law and order is lax, the dark wizards are at large, and the country is disgraced...... Who wrote this? I should have guessed it was her, Rita Skeeter. ”

Of course, Mr. Weasley was mentioned in the newspapers, and although he was not named, he did not say anything good.

"No one was hurt. What should I say? Rumors of several bodies being carried out of the woods...... Well, now that she writes something like this, there will definitely be rumors. He sighed deeply. Molly, I need to go to the office, this matter needs to be clarified. ”

"I'll go with you, Daddy," Percy said proudly, "Mr. Crouch must have everyone in place, and I can give him my crucible report myself." ”

With that, he rushed out of the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley looked very sad. "Arthur, it stands to reason that you're on vacation! This has nothing to do with your office; They can handle it without you, can they? ”

"I must go, Molly," said Mr. Weasley, "I made things worse." I'm going to change into my robes and go......"

With that, Mr. Weasley hurried away, Percy following him like a heel.

For the next week, both Mr. Weasley and Percy were rarely home. Every morning, before the rest of the family was up, the two of them left the house and did not return until long after dinner.

"What a mess," Percy told them in a matter-of-fact manner, that it was a Sunday evening, and that they were going back to Hogwarts the next day, "and that I had been fighting a fire all week." 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 all over my desk, and the best quills had turned into a pile of cinders. ”

"Why do they all send howling letters?" Ginny asked. She was sitting on the carpet in front of the living room fire, tinkering with her copy of A Thousand Magical Herbs and Herbs with clear magic tape.

"Complaining about the safety of the World Cup." Percy said, "They want compensation for their damaged property." Mundungus Fletch made a claim for a tent with twelve bedrooms and a jacuzzi, but I got to the bottom of it. I know he actually spent the night under a cloak propped up with sticks. ”

Mrs. Weasley glanced at the old man's clock in the corner.

This clock is magical, if you want to know the time, it is 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", and at twelve o'clock on the ordinary clock, it is marked "life is in danger".

At this moment, the eight needles all point to the location of "home", and Mr. Weasley's, the longest of the nine needles, still points to "work".

They've been really busy lately, and people like Mr. Weasley, who have jobs in the Ministry of Magic, are so busy that they've lost a lot of weight, and they look weirdly pitiful. It's a pity that Du Teng can't help much, and can only watch Mr. Weasley go out early and return late every day, exhausted.

A few more days like this have passed, and the day has finally come to return to Hogwarts.

A group of people woke up early in the morning, Mr. Weasley had a new job to attend to, and his life seemed a hundredfold fuller at once.

By the time they reached the train station, the Hogwarts Express had stopped. Harry, Ron, and Hermione began to look for seats, and Duten was with them, of course. After a few minutes before and after, they found a car with no one and moved their luggage into a compartment on the train. They then jump back onto the platform and say goodbye to Mrs. Weasley, Bill, and Charlie.

"I may be able to see you all soon." Charlie said with a smile as he hugged Ginny to say goodbye to her.

"Why?" Fred asked eagerly.

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

"Ah, I wish I could go back to Hogwarts this year." Bill said too.

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.

"Thank you for keeping us, Mrs. Weasley." Hermione said. By this time they had boarded the train, closed the door, and she leaned out of the window to talk to Mrs. Weasley.

"yes, thank you for everything you've done for me, Mrs. Weasley." Harry said.

"Oh, I'd love to, my dear," said Mrs. Weasley, "I want to invite you over for Christmas, but...... I reckon you'd rather stay at Hogwarts because ...... For one reason or another. ”

"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," Mrs. Weasley said with a smile, "it's going to be exciting—tell you, I'm glad they changed the bylaws—"

"What charter?" Harry, Ron, Fred, and George asked at the same time.

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

The engine's pistons 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.

Only Ron was left to stomp his feet in the carriage in anger, making Du Teng on the side look happy.

Harry noticed Duten's smile.

"Duten, you must know what Mrs. Weasley is talking about? Isn't it? What do they mean? What charters have been amended? What is going to happen? ”

A series of questions were asked, and the tone was quite eager.

"Of course I ...... I don't know, but you've probably heard Mrs. Weasley, and everything will be clear by night, so wouldn't you be able to leave some surprises? ”

"Oh no!"

Ron, Harry, and the twin brothers shouted in unison.

……

When the group arrived at Hogwarts, it was raining heavily, and everyone hurriedly ran towards the Great Hall, inevitably getting wet. There are even mischievous Peeves who throw water balloons, causing everyone to scold angrily.

The auditorium is still as splendid and magnificent, and it has been specially decorated for the banquet of the new semester. Hundreds of candles float above the table, illuminating golden plates and goblets. The four long college tables were already filled with twittering students. At the top of the auditorium there is a fifth table, where faculty members sit one by one, facing their students.

It's much warmer here than outside.

The sorting ceremony as always, then everyone ate and drank, and when everyone was almost finished, Dumbledore stood up again. The buzzing in the hall suddenly stopped, and only the howling of the wind and the pounding of the rain could be heard.

"That's it!" Dumbledore looked at everyone with a smile and said, "Now that we're all well fed and drunk, I must ask for everyone's attention once again to make a few announcements." Mr. Filch, the janitor, wanted me to tell you that this year, several more items were added to the castle's forbidden use, namely screaming balls, toothed saucers, and combo darts. The whole list of about four hundred and thirty-seven items can be seen in Mr. Filch's office, and those interested can check it out. ”

As he said this, Duten visibly saw the corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitch a few times.

After a pause, as if adjusting his mentality, he continued: "As before, I would like to remind everyone that the Forbidden Forest on the other side of the field is not accessible to students, and Hogsmeade Village, no students below the third grade are allowed to visit. I would also like to regret to inform you that there will be no House Cup Quidditch this year. ”

"What?" Harry was stunned, and the others were not much better than him, except for Duten, who already knew the plot, and the professors present, everyone else's eyes widened.

Look at the twin brothers again, they stared at Dumbledore with their mouths wide open, speechless in surprise.

Dumbledore continued, "This is because a big event will start in October and will continue throughout the school year, taking up a lot of the teachers' time and energy - but I'm sure you'll all have a lot of fun with it. It is my great pleasure to announce that this year at Hogwarts—"

Just then, there was a deafening thunderclap, and the door to the auditorium was slammed open. A man stood in the doorway, leaning on a long cane and wrapped in a black travel cloak.

Everyone in the auditorium turned their heads to look at the stranger, and suddenly a fork of lightning streaked across the ceiling, illuminating the stranger. He took off his hood, shook out his long gray hair, and began to walk towards the faculty desk.

"Blind Man—Moody."

Du Teng chuckled and read out the other party's name. (To be continued.) )