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"You're like Ron," she sighed, looking him up and down. "You're all like you've been under an elongation spell. I can swear Ron is four inches longer than the last time I bought him a robe. Are you hungry, Harry? ”

"Yes, it's kind of ......," Harry suddenly realized how hungry he was.

"Then sit down, my dear, and I'll get something to eat." Mrs. Weasley hummed a little tune and turned to go to the kitchen.

Harry was sitting when a cat with ginger hair and a large flat face jumped on his knees, curling up and purring.

"Hermione is here, too?" He happily scratched behind the ears of Crookshan.

"Yes, she arrived the day before yesterday," Mrs. Weasley tapped with her wand, striking a large tin can: it jumped onto the stove with a clatter, and immediately began to bubble. "Of course, everyone is asleep, and we didn't expect you to be there in a few hours. Take—" She tapped the jar softly; It rose into the air and flew to Harry's side and leaned over; Mrs. Weasley shoved a bowl just in time to catch the thick onion soup poured out of the jar, still steaming hot.

"Do you want bread, darling?"

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley."

She raised her wand and waved; A loaf of bread and a knife gracefully fell to the table.

The bread cut automatically, the jar returned to the stove, and Mrs. Weasley sat down across from Harry.

"So you convinced Horace Slavhorn to take the job?"

Harry's mouth was full of hot soup, so he just nodded.

"He taught Arthur and me," Mrs. Weasley said. "He used to teach at Hogwarts for a long time, I think he probably went to Hogwarts with Dumbledore. What do you think of him? ”

Harry's mouth was now full of bread again, so he shrugged his shoulders and moved his head uncertainly.

"I know what you mean," Mrs. Weasley nodded shrewdly. Of course, he could still be attractive if he wanted to, but Arthur never liked him. The ministry is full of Slavhorn's protégés, who are always good at helping, but never have time to help Arthur - he doesn't seem to think Arthur is an aspirant. That only shows that even Slavhorn makes mistakes, though. I don't know if Ron told you in his letter - what just happened - that Arthur was promoted! ”

It couldn't be clearer that Mrs. Weasley had been in a hurry to say this.

Harry swallowed a large mouthful of the hot soup and felt like his throat was going to be blistered.

"That's great!" He gasped.

"You're so nice," Mrs. Weasley looked pleased, wiping her moist eyes. "Yes, Rufus Scrimgeour has created several new departments in response to the current situation, and Arthur now heads the Office of Detection and Seizure of Counterfeit Defensive Spells and Protective Items. That's a lot of work, and he's got ten of them now! ”

"What is that?"

"Well, you know, due to the panic of the Mysteries, strange objects that claim to defend against the Mysteries and Death Eaters are constantly being put up for sale. You can imagine what kind of stuff it is - the so-called protective potions, which are actually broth with the pus of the Babo tubers, and the tutorials of defensive evil spells, which will actually only knock your ears off...... Well, the criminals are mostly people like Mundungus Fletsch, who have never done a day of serious business in their lives, and only take advantage of people's fears to swindle and deceive. Every now and then, though, there are really serious things going on. The other day, Arthur had also seized a batch of speculums that had probably been spelled, almost certainly placed by some Death Eater. Obviously, this was a very important job, and I told him not to be foolish enough to let go of checking spark plugs, toasters, and all that kind of Muggle waste. ”

Mrs. Weasley gave Harry a grim look, as if Harry had advised Mr. Weasley to let go of the spark plug.

"Is Mr. Weasley still at work?"

"yes. In fact, it's a bit late...... He said he would be back around midnight......" she turned her head to look at the big clock, which was clumsily stacked on top of a laundry basket full of sheets at the end of the table.

Harry recognized it immediately: there were nine hands, each with the name of a family member engraved on it, and it was usually hung on the wall of the Weasley's living room, and its current location indicated that Mrs. Weasley had been with him tonight. Each pointer points to "life-threatening".

"It's been like that for a while," Mrs. Weasley said in a less convincing lighthearted tone, "since the mystery man returned." I think maybe everyone's life is in danger...... I don't think it's the only ones in our family...... But I don't know anyone else with one like this, so I can't verify it, oh! ”

She let out a sudden exclamation and pointed to the clock face.

Mr. Weasley's pointer turned to "on the road."

"He's coming back!"

After a while, there was a knock on the back door.

Mrs. Weasley jumped up and hurried over; She put one hand on the doorknob, pressed her face to the wooden door, and asked softly, "Arthur, is that you?" ”

"Yes," was Mr. Weasley's tired voice. "But if I were a Death Eater, I would have answered, my dear. Ask questions! ”

"Oh, frankly......"

"Molly!"

"Okay, okay...... What is your greatest ambition? ”

"Figure out why planes can fly in the sky."

Mrs. Weasley nodded and turned the doorknob, but Mr. Weasley apparently held it tightly on the other side of the door, as it was still tightly closed.

"Molly! I have to ask you questions first! ”

"But Arthur, it's going to be stupid......"

Mrs. Weasley also glanced at Harry, who had to turn his head away to signal that he wasn't eavesdropping.

"What do you like me to call you when we're alone?"

Even in such dim light, Harry could see Mrs. Weasley's face flushed; He himself suddenly felt red, so he hurriedly swallowed a mouthful of the soup, and slashed the spoon in the bowl as loudly as he could.

"Molly baby," Mrs. Weasley said in a voice that couldn't be quieter into the crack in the door.

"Correct," Mr. Weasley said. "Now you can let me in."

Mrs. Weasley opened the door, and her husband, a thin, dying wizard, was standing outside, with a handful of red hair on his head, a pair of horn-framed glasses, and a long, dusty travel cloak.

"I still don't understand why you have to come back that every time you come home," said Mrs. Weasley, her face flushed as she helped her husband take off his cloak. "I mean, a Death Eater might have tortured him out before he pretended to be you."

"I know, my dear, but this is a procedure required by the Ministry, and I have to set an example. It's so fragrant - is it onion soup? Mr. Weasley turned his face to the table expectantly.

"Harry! I thought you would come in the morning! He shook Harry's hand, pulled out a chair next to him and sat down, and Mrs. Weasley served him a bowl of onion soup.

"Thanks, Molly. Tonight was tough. Some idiots started selling disguise badges. As long as you hang it around your neck, you can change your appearance at will. It is claimed that with only ten Galleons, you can get thousands of disguises! ”

"And what actually happens when you hang them around your neck?"

"Most people just turn a nasty orange, but a few have tentacles. It seems that St. Mungo's is too busy. ”

"Sounds like the kind of thing Fred and George liked," Mrs. Weasley said hesitantly. "Are you sure it's—"

"Of course I'm sure!" Mr. Weasley said. "Neither of them would do this kind of thing when people are all busy seeking protection!"

"So that's why you're back late, Disguise Badge?"

"No, we've gotten word that someone has put a backfire spell on the Elephant Castle, and luckily we found it out when we got there......

Harry blocked his yawning mouth with his hand.

"Honey, it's time to sleep," Mrs. Weasley said at once. "I've cleaned up Fred and George's room for you, go up and sleep by yourself."

"Why, where did they go?"

"Oh, they were in Diagon Alley, sleeping on the floor of their joke shop because it was so busy," Mrs. Weasley said. "I must say, I didn't agree at first, but they do have a set of ways to do business! Come on, honey, your suitcase has been taken. ”

"Good night, Mr. Weasley," Harry pushed his chair back. Crookshank gently dropped off Harry's knees and jumped out of the room.

"Good night, Harry," said Mr. Weasley.

Harry glanced at the big clock in the laundry basket as he saw Mrs. Weasley walk out of the kitchen. Once again, all the pointers point to "life is in danger".

Fred and George's bedroom is on the third floor. Mrs. Weasley pointed her wand at the bedside lamp, and it came on immediately, illuminating the room with a delightful golden light. Although a large vase of flowers was already placed on the table in front of the small window, their fragrance could not hide the residual smell of black powder. A considerable portion of the floor was used to stack the many unmarked sealed cartons, and in the middle of them lay Harry's boxes.

This room looks like a temporary warehouse.

Hedwig yelled happily at Harry from the top of the closet, and then flew out of the window; Harry knew it had been waiting to see him before going out to feed. Harry said goodnight to Mrs. Weasley, changed into his pajamas and slipped into one of the beds. There's something hard in the pillowcase. He fumbled for a while, pulling out a piece of candy that was purple on one end and yellow on the other, which he recognized as spitting candy.

So he smiled, turned over, and fell asleep in a short time.

It had only been a few seconds - at least that was what Harry felt - and he was woken up by the sound of a cannon banging on the door.

Harry sat up straight and heard the curtains open: the glare of sunlight piercing his eyes.

So he covered his eyes with one hand and groped with his glasses in despair with the other.

"What happened?"

"We didn't know you were here!" A loud, excited voice said, and then there was a sudden smack on the top of his head.

"Ron, don't hit him!" A girl's voice said reproachfully.

Harry's hand found the glasses and put them on, but he couldn't see anything in the bright light. A vague shadow lingered in front of my eyes for a while; Then he blinked, and Ron Weasley jumped into his sight, grinning at him.

"Are you alright?"

"It couldn't be better." Harry rubbed the top of his head and poured it back into the pillow. "What about you?"

"Not bad," Ron said, pulling over a cardboard box and sitting down. "When did you arrive? Mom just told us. ”

"It's about one o'clock in the morning."

"How's the Muggles? How are you okay? ”

"Not the same as before," Harry said, as Hermione sat down on the edge of his bed, "They don't talk to me much, but I think it's better." How are you, Hermione? ”

"Oh, I'm fine," Hermione looked at Harry as if he was sick.

He knew what Hermione meant. But he didn't want to talk about Duten at this time, because once he did, it would never end.

So he said, "What time is it?" Did I miss breakfast? ”

"Don't worry, Mommy will bring you a plate later; She thinks you're not getting enough to eat," Ron said, rolling his eyes, "So, what's going on?" ”

"It's nothing, I've been at my aunt and uncle's house, haven't I?"

"Less!" Ron said. "You walked with Dumbledore and Duten, we all know it!"

"Nothing exciting. He just wanted me to help him convince an old professor to come back to the mountain. His name was Horace Slahorn. ”

"Oh," Ron said disappointedly. "We thought—"

Hermione quickly threw a warning look at Ron, who immediately shifted his words.

"-We thought it was like that......"

"Really?" Harry thought it was funny.

"Yes...... Yes, now that Umbridge is gone, it's clear that we need a new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher again, aren't we? So, uh, what does he look like? ”

"He's a bit like a walrus, he's been the head of Slytherin," Harry said, "what's wrong, Hermione?" ”

Hermione kept an eye on Harry, as if something strange was going to pop up at any moment. Harry turned to ask her, and she hurriedly squeezed out a not-so-convincing smile.

"I just want to know, where the hell did Duten go?"

"I'm sorry, I really don't know," Harry shrugged, "After we met the new teacher, Duten left alone, he only said he would be back soon, who knows how long it will take?"