The atmosphere was very awkward for a while......

So much so that even Van Lin, who was standing behind Ron, felt a little restless.

Ron's face flushed, and Hermione took two steps back, but it didn't work.

Harry almost wanted to slap the door on the faces of a few of them, but as the door opened, he calmed down, and the scene shattered like a soap bubble.

For a moment, it was like going back to Dumbledore's funeral.

He said something to Ginny, and all the reasons why he couldn't be with Ginny came flooding back.

Now, he simply doesn't have the time or energy...... If you take Ginny with you...... Something had happened, and Harry would have gone absolutely insane.

Moreover, Ron also has Mrs. Weasley......

Harry's head raced as he looked at Ginny, trying to say something, but he didn't know what to say, but Ginny turned her back to him.

He thought maybe she couldn't hold back her tears this time. But in front of Ron, Harry couldn't comfort Ginny at all.

"I'll see you later. Harry said helplessly, and then followed Vanlin out of the house.

Ron strode down the stride in front of him, through the still-crowded kitchen into the courtyard, Harry following him briskly, while Van Lin and Hermione trotted behind them, which to be honest, made the two of them feel a little panicked.

Ron was acting too unusually, especially with Harry and Ginny.

Once behind the freshly mowed lawn, Ron couldn't wait to start circling Harry.

"You've hurt her, what are you doing now, wasting her youth?" Ron said loudly, looking a little indignant.

It was his sister, and Ron happened to know Harry Potter and, of course, what they were going to do.

Ten years, twenty years, so to speak?

This is something that no one can know for sure.

"I'm not wasting her youth," Harry said, opening his mouth as Hermione caught up.

"Ron......

But Ron held up his hand and told her not to speak.

"She was really sad when you brought it up to break up......"

"Me too, you know why I broke up, that's not what I wanted. Harry said angrily.

"That's right, but now you're teasing her again, and you're giving her hope......"

"She's not stupid, she knows it's impossible, she didn't expect the two of us to be able to ...... Can we get married, or ......," Harry said, and the image of Ginny in a white wedding dress was being married to a tall, nasty unknown man. At that moment, he suddenly realized: there was no obstacle to her future freedom, and his was ...... There was nothing in front of him except Voldemort.

"If you tease her every time you get the chance, then ......" Ron opened his mouth, but was eventually discouraged.

"Not next time," Harry said bitterly, and although the weather was cloudless, he felt that he could not see the slightest ray of sunshine. "Okay, right?"

"But have you ever asked Ginny what she thinks, and she knows what she wants to do......

"So what?" Ron asked, "can we do nothing? you don't care, because ...... Well, I ......"

"Maybe we'll try a little harder...... "it's not impossible," Van Lynn tried. ”

"Is it really impossible?" Harry repeated, not knowing whether it was a question or an affirmation in his words, but in short, the birthday made Harry feel a little bad.

Ginny never tried to be alone with Harry that day, and she didn't show any deviant behavior in her bedroom.

However, Charlie's arrival gave Harry relief.

Mrs. Weasley distracted Charlie and pinned him down in a chair, threatening to wave her wand and tell him it was time for a haircut.

Harry's birthday dinner was so big that it would have filled the Burrow's kitchen, and several tables had been set up in the garden before Charlie, Lupin, Tonks, Hagrid, and Sirius arrived.

Fred and George magically burned large "7's" on several purple lanterns and hung them above the guests' heads.

Thanks to Mrs. Weasley's care, George's wounds were now cleaned, but Harry was still not used to the black hole on the side of his head, and the twins were not less than joking about it.

Hermione used her wand to conjure up bands of purple and gold, which hung in an emotional way from the branches and bushes.

"Maybe you'd like to design your own ......," Van Lin said with emotion, and with the last stroke of her wand, Hermione turned the leaves of the hawthorn tree golden.

"Say it again!" Hermione said nonchalantly, though she seemed a little pleased.

"Hey, what do you mean, what do you want to do?"

"You take care of me, if you have time to circle around me here, you might as well help me!"

"Delightfully, ma'am!" said Van Lin, with the wave of his wand, a little bit of crystal clear ice crystals like diamonds adorning his sumptuous garments.

"You look at the two of them?" Ron muttered, "like his own ......"

"Oh, I think it's good, and I don't mind. It dawned on Harry that he knew what Ron was trying to say, and that he ......

Harry met Ginny's gaze, and immediately, Harry smiled at her, and then remembered his promise to Ron, and hurriedly began to talk to Mr. Delacour.

"Borrowed, borrowed!" exclaimed Mrs. Weasley, as she stepped into the garden, where a huge golden snitch the size of a beach ball floated in front of her. Soon Harry realizes that it was his birthday cake.

Mrs. Weasley used her wand to levitate it in the air, much safer than holding it across uneven ground. When the cake landed safely in the center of the table, Harry said, "This is amazing, Mrs. Weasley. ”

"Oh, that's nothing, my dear," Mrs. Weasley said with a smile on her face. Ron gave Harry a thumbs up over her shoulder, his mouth shaped as if to say "Good job!"

At seven o'clock, when all the guests arrived, Fred and George stood at the end of the path waiting to greet them and bring them into the house.

Hagrid, in order to look solemn, put on his best terrible brown coat.

This has always left Van Lin with a question, is it difficult that Hagrid is not hot?

Then Hagrid walked over and gave him some ice cubes, much to Hagrid's delight.

However, compared to Hagrid, Lupin made Harry a little concerned, and even though he kept smiling as he shook hands with Harry, Harry still felt that he was not very happy.

It's so strange that Tonks, who is standing next to Lupin, is instead full of spring breeze, which becomes a stark contrast.

"Happy birthday, Harry!" she said as she gave Harry a tight hug.

"Seventeen, hey!" Hagrid said, taking the barrel-sized glass of wine Fred had handed him. "It's been six years since we recognise, Harry, do you remember?"

"Almost," Harry looked up at him and smiled, "Didn't you just smash the front door so that Dudley grew a pig's tail and tell me I was a wizard?"

"Oh, I've forgotten the details," Hagrid smirked, "how are you, Vanlin Hermione, and Ron?"

"We're fine," said Hermione, "how are you?"

"Ah, not bad. We've been busy, and we've got a couple of newborn unicorns. I'll show you when you get back......"

Well......

This sentence was destined to disappoint Hagrid, and the Van Lin and the others had already determined that they would not return to school, at least, until Dumbledore returned......

Speaking of which, Van Lin remembered the dream he had before.

In fact, Vanlin dreams very little, and mental fatigue can easily cause wizards to fall asleep, of course, given his age, some other dreams are also present, but there are about reality......

Pilgrimage, and Dumbledore......

It was so strange that it made Van Lin feel a little uneasy.

"Here, Harry......" Hagrid interrupted, "Actually, I can't think of anything to send you, but I remember this. ”

As he spoke, Hagrid pulled out a small pocket tied with fluffy string, to which was tied a cord that had evidently been worn around his neck for a long time.

"A small bag made of donkey skin. No one wants to take anything but the owner himself. It's rare!"

"Hagrid, thank you so much!"

"You're welcome!" Hagrid shook his hand the size of a trash can. "Charlie is here, too! I've always liked him...... Hey, Charlie!"

Charlie walked over and ran his hand over his terrible new hairstyle in annoyance.

Mrs. Weasley's Bespoke ......

Limited worldwide, only available for those present......

Charlie is shorter than Ron, with a short stature of five and a muscular arm with a lot of burns and scratches.

"Hey, Hagrid, how are you doing?"

"It's been a long time since I've seen him, how is Noble?" Hagrid asked, "You must already be taking care of it, I just sent him there some time ago, but I haven't seen you, you know, school isn't very convenient now." ”

"Nobo?" laughed Charlie, "the Norwegian Ridgeback? ”

"So...... Noble is actually a female dragon?"

"Oh yes. Charlie said.

"How do you know?" asked Hermione, puzzled, in fact, oviparous...... Hermione had seen Noble a few times, but couldn't tell the difference, Noble was too young at the time.

"Because the mother is more fierce. Charlie said pointedly.

He turned his head to look back and lowered his voice: "I hope Dad will come back soon, Mom is in a hurry!"

Everybody went to see Mrs. Weasley. She was glancing at the door as she tried to talk to Madame Delacour.

"I guess we'd better get started, not yet, Arthur. Weasley said after looking at it a few more times. "He must have been delayed...... Oh!"

Everyone saw it: a ray of light flew from the courtyard and landed on the table, then transformed into a silver weasel, stood back, and said in Mr. Weasley's voice, "The Minister of Magic is coming back with me." ”

Instantly, the Patronus vanished into thin air, and the Fleurs family stared in shock at the place where it had disappeared.

"We can't stay here," Lupin said at once, "Harry...... I'm sorry...... I'll explain it to you when I have time......"

He grabbed Tonks by the hand and pulled her away, and they climbed over the fence and disappeared from view. Mrs. Weasley was a little confused.

"Minister, but why?...... I don't understand......" but there was no time to discuss it, and a second later, Mr. Weasley appeared out of thin air outside the gate, followed by Rufus Scrangeauer, with a symbolic head of gray hair.

What did Dumbledore confess?

Van Lin remembered that Dumbledore had told him that some of Dumbledore's belongings were in Scrimgeour and that he would hand them over.

Perhaps, Scrimgeoour knew that Dumbledore's time was short, but no one expected that Dumbledore was a man of action.

The two newcomers strode across the courtyard toward the lantern-lit table in the garden.

Everyone sat there without saying a word, watching them get closer and closer.

When Scrimgeour stepped into the aperture of the lantern, Harry found that he looked much older than the last time they had met, and his dry face was covered in frost.

"Sorry to disturb you," Scranger limped over to an empty seat at the table, "especially when I knew I was an uninvited guest. His gaze lingered for a moment on the giant Golden Snitch cake. "Best wishes from the bottom of my heart. ”

"Thank you. Harry said. "I want to say a word to you alone. Scranger continued, "And Mr. Ronald Weasley, Miss Hermione Granger, and Mr. Verin Ayre. ”

"We?" Ron said in surprise, "why are we still there?"

"I'll tell you when there's no one. "Is there a place for this to speak alone?" he asked, Mr. Weasley.

"Of course," said Mr. Weasley, who looked nervous, "well, the living room, why not the drawing-room?"

"You can show us the way. Scranger said to Ron, "You don't need to be with us, Arthur. ”

When Van Lin saw himself and Harry stand up, the Weasleys gave Scrimgeour an uneasy look.

Ever since the Order of the Phoenix's operations went wrong, to be honest, it had been hard to get the rest of the Order of the Phoenix to trust anyone from the Ministry of Magic, and they paid Moody for it......

The five of them were a little silent, it wasn't a pleasant conversation.

Scranger should have known that the four of them were planning to drop out of Hogwarts. As they walked through the chaotic kitchen and into the Burrow's living room, Scrangger didn't speak. Although the garden is filled with a soft golden glow, the living room is dark.

Upon entering, Van Lin tapped his wand and lit the oil lamp, and the dilapidated but cozy room was immediately illuminated.

Scrangger sat down in the armchair where Mr. Weasley usually sits, and the few of them sat down one by one.

As soon as they sat down, Scrimgeour spoke. "I have a few questions for the four of you, and I think it's best to talk one-on-one, maybe the three of you" he pointed to Vanlin, Hermione and Harry, "and I'd like to start with Ronald first." ”

"I'm sorry, we're not going anywhere," Van Lin said in quick decline, and Hermione nodded heavily. "In fact, there aren't many options left for you,"

"You either talk to a few of us, or you don't talk at all. ”

Scranger gave Van Lin a cold look with a scrutinizing gaze.

This gave Van Lin a delusion......

The minister seems to be about to tear his face with him in the next second.

However, considering the current situation of the Ministry of Magic, it seems that nothing can support Scrimgeur's abundant confidence.

"Alright then, let's talk about it. He shrugged and cleared his throat, "I'm here, as you know, because of the will of Mr. Arbus Dumbledore. Please use the latest domain name to read books on this site