......

"Thank goodness," Ginny whispered.

They looked at each other, and Harry wanted to hug her and hold her in his arms, he didn't even care that Mrs. Weasley was there, but just as he could barely control his impulses, there was a loud crash in the kitchen.

"I'll prove to you who I am, Kingsley, and I'll have to wait until I see my son, and if you're smart, back off now!"

There was endless anger in this voice, and even, there was an indescribable sense of embarrassment.

Harry had never heard Mr. Weasley roar like that, and he went straight into the living room, beads of sweat on his bald head, his glasses crooked to the side, Fred following behind him, both pale faces, but thankfully the two of them were not hurt.

"Arthur!" Mrs. Weasley whimpered. "Oh, thank goodness!"

"How is he?" said Mr. Weasley, kneeling beside George. "We've got the news, my poor ......"

Mr. Weasley didn't continue, just knelt beside George.

Speaking of which, it was the first time since Harry had met Fred that he had appeared to have lost his ability to speak. He leaned back on the couch and looked at his twin brother's wounds with his mouth wide open, as if he didn't believe what was in front of him.

Perhaps awakened by the sound of Fred and his father coming, George moved slightly.

"What do you think, George?" asked Mrs. Weasley quickly.

George groped his fingers for the injured side of his head. "Like a saint. He muttered.

"What's wrong with him?" Fred asked, hoarse, looking scared. "He's got a bad brain?"

"Like a saint," repeated George, opening his eyes and looking up at his brother. "Look...... I'm sacred, there's a hole, Fred, see?"

Mrs. Weasley whimpered even harder.

But different, joy welled up on Fred's pale face. "How pathetic," he said to George, "pathetic! all the world's jokes about the ears are piled up in front of you, and you pick up a hole in it?"

"Ah, yes," George said to his mother, smiling at his tearful face. "Anyway, you'll be able to tell the two of us apart later, Mom. ”

He looked around. "Hi Harry...... You're Harry, right?"

"Yes, I am," Harry replied, moving closer to the couch. "Well, at least we brought you back safely," George said. "Why didn't Ron and Bill huddle around my sickbed? I think there might be something wrong with that!"

"They haven't come back yet, George," Mrs. Weasley said with a pale face.

Suddenly, George's smile faded. Harry glanced at Ginny and motioned for her to go back outside with him, and as they passed through the kitchen, Ginny whispered, "Ron and Tonks should be back by now, they don't have a long way to go, and Aunt Muriel's house isn't that far from here." ”

Harry didn't say a word.

Harry had tried to keep fear from coming near him since he arrived at the Burrow, but now a great deal of fear surrounded him, seemingly creeping up his skin, throbbing in his chest, clogging his throat. As they walked down the steps into the backyard, Ginny took his hand.

Kingsley strode around, looking up at the sky every time he turned.

Harry remembered how Aunt Vernon was pacing back and forth in the living room a thousand years ago, and Aunt Vernon was probably the same, her face flushed, but the slightest disturbance would stir up their tense emotions.

Hagrid and Lupin stood shoulder to shoulder, looking up in silence.

When Harry and Ginny joined their silent watch, no one paid any attention to them. These few minutes seemed like years. The slightest sound of wind would cause them to jump and turn to the bush or tree that made the sound, hoping to see one of the Order of the Phoenix, who had not yet returned, jump out of the leaves unscathed...... Then, at that moment, a sudden broom appeared directly above them, and then it fell to the ground with great speed

"It's them!" Harry called out in surprise.

Tonks landed after a long braking, leaving dust and gravel everywhere.

"Remus!" Tonks screamed and shook off his broomstick and threw himself into Lupin's arms. Ron's face was dull and pale, he looked speechless, dizzy, and stumbled towards Harry.

"Are you alright?" said Harry, cheerful.

"It looks like this," Ron shrugged his shoulders, seeing Harry make him feel much more relaxed, "So, is everyone back, what about Van Lin and Hermione, why didn't the two of them come out to pick us up?"

"Uh......" Harry paused, he didn't know how to explain to Ron, everyone was for him, and George paid for an ear......

"Ron was awesome just now," Tonks said enthusiastically, jumping out of Lupin's arms. "It's so good, I never dared to imagine it. Knocked out a Death Eater, hit him in the head, and especially aimed at a moving target on a flying broomstick......"

"That Death Eater doesn't have eyes, he's chosen the wrong person!" Ron laughed.

"Well done. Harry reluctantly said that he was happy for Ron, but ......

"Are we the last to come back?"

"No," said Ginny, "we're still waiting for Verlin, Hermione, Sirius Bill, Fleur, and Mad-Eye and Mondongues. I'm going to tell Mom and Dad you're okay, Ron......"

With that, Ginny ran into the house, and the news of Ron's return made Mrs. Weasley feel better.

"So, what's delaying you, what's going on?" Lupin sounded angry at Tonks, who was expected to be the third to arrive.

"It's Bellatrix," Tonks said. "She wants my life as much as Harry, Remus, she's holding back enough to kill me. I only wish I could catch her, I remember her! But we hurt Rudolph...... Then we went to Ron's Aunt Muriel's house and missed the portkey and she was still there fussing about us......"

Lupin ran his hand through Tonks' hair, and he nodded, as if unable to say anything else.

A large part of the reason why Bellatrix wanted to kill Tonks was because the other half of Tonks was a werewolf, a lowly inferior.

"So what's going on with your group?" Tonks asked, turning to Harry and Kingsley.

They each told their own stories, but the absence of Van Lin, Hermione, Sirius Bill, Fleur, Mad-Eye, and Mundungus hung over them like a cloud in the sky tonight, the cold eroding making it harder and harder to ignore.

"I have to go back to Downing Street, I should have been there an hour ago," Kingsley said, scanning the sky one last time, "and let me know when they come back." ”

Lupin nodded, and Kingsley waved at the others and walked into the darkness outside the door. Harry thought he heard the faint popping sound of the phantom moving as Kingsley crossed the Burrow's borders.

Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Weasley ran down the stairs, Ginny following them, and the two hugged Ron before turning to Lupin and Tonks.

"Thank you," said Mrs. Weasley, "for my sons." ”

"Don't be stupid, Molly," Tonks said immediately.

"How's George?" asked Lupin.

"What's wrong with him?" Ron asked sharply. "He's lost ......," but the second half of Mrs. Weasley's words were drowned out by a shout around her.

A Thestrals...... It was supposed to be one, Harry wasn't sure, it was followed by another, but the one was missing half of its wings, and the lead one screamed and landed a few feet away from them, and the other one too, it seemed to have been brought back by Bill with magic.

Bill and Fleur climb down from above, blown away by the wind, but not hurt.

"Thank God, thank God......" Mrs. Weasley ran forward, but Bill gave her only a reluctant hug, and he looked straight at his father and said, "Mad-Eyed is dead." ”

No one spoke, no one moved.

Harry felt as if something in his body had fallen, falling across the earth and leaving him forever.

"We see," said Bill, and Fleur nodded, tears on her cheeks glistening in the light from the kitchen window, "and it happened that just after we broke out of the encirclement, Mad Eye and Montungus were so close to us, and they were flying north. Voldemort ...... He can fly...... Then he ran straight after them. Mongtuns panicked, I heard him screaming loudly, and the Mad-Eye tried to stop him, but the Mundungus apparition shifted. Voldemort's spell hit the Mad Eye in the face, and he fell backwards from his broomstick...... We couldn't do anything, we couldn't do anything at all, and we ourselves were chased by six or seven people......" Bill's voice collapsed.

"Of course you can't do anything," Lupin said. They all stood, looking at each other. Harry couldn't understand that the Mad-Eye Man was dead, it couldn't be him...... The Mad-Eyed man, he was so tough, so brave, the last survivor of the last era......

However, no one spoke, and at this moment the words seemed to have no meaning......

"That's right...... Van Lin, and Sirius, are they back?" Bill wiped a handful of tears, "We found their Yeqi, they were attacked, I guess, it could have been some kind of corrosive spell, Van Lin used the Blade Shadowless Charm to cut off Yeqi's wings, because I didn't see the other half of the wings at all...... They ......"

"They haven't come back yet...... Harry said bitterly.

"This ......"

"Come on, children, let's go in first, Van Lin and Sirius are the strongest of us, and I'm sure they'll be able to come back here......," Mrs. Weasley whispered, the rare one who was very calm.

In silence, they followed the Weasleys back to the Burrow, and into the living room, where Fred and George were laughing.

"What's wrong?" Fred asked, glancing at the expressions of everyone who entered, "What——?'s the matter?"

"Mad-Eye," said Mr. Weasley, grief-stricken, "dead!"

The twin brothers' smiles were distorted by shock. No one knows what to do. Tonks cried silently behind her handkerchief, she was close to the Mad-Eyed and Harry knew that, she was his pride and his protector at the Ministry of Magic.

Hagrid sat in the largest corner of the space, wiping his eyes with a handkerchief the size of a tablecloth. Bill walked over to the pantry and pulled out a bottle of strong whiskey and some glasses.

"Here," he said, waving his wand, twelve full glasses of wine flew into the hands of everyone in the room, and he himself held the thirteenth aloft. "For the Crazy Eye. ”

"Mad-eyed," they said together, dripping their drinks. "Mad-Eye," Hagrid repeated with a hiccup, a little later than the others.

The strong whiskey burned Harry's throat and seemed to bring the sensation back into him, something like courage banishing the numbness and unreality that was tormenting him.

"Is Mongertens gone?" Lupin asked, having finished his own glass. The atmosphere changed immediately. Everyone looked nervously at Lupin, hoping that he would continue, and it seemed to Harry that they were a little scared of what they might hear.

"I see what you're thinking," said Bill, "I'm so suspicious, it looks like the Death Eaters are waiting for us on the way back, aren't they?" but Mongtuns can't have betrayed us, Van Lin has cast a contract spell on him, and besides, the Death Eaters didn't know that there would be seven Harrys, and they were completely confused when we appeared, and you may have forgotten that Mongtones suggested a little trickery. Why didn't he tell them the most crucial piece of information? I think Mongtons was just too panicked, it's that simple. He didn't want to come in the first place, but the Mad-Eye forced him to come, and you know Voldemort was going straight at them. That's enough to make anyone panic. ”

"The Mysteries did exactly what Mad-Eye expected," Tonks sniffed hard, "Mad-Eye said he was sure he thought the real Harry would follow the strongest and most skilled Aurors. He first came after the Mad-Eye, but when Mongtons gave up on them, he turned to Kingsley......"

"Yes, then four (that's) good," Fleur choked, "but that doesn't explain how they knew we were going to move Halli tonight? Someone mentioned it to the people outside. This is the only explanation for what they know is today but don't know the whole plan. ”

Fleur spoke nicely, soft and glutinous, but at this moment Harry lost his appreciation.

She stared at everyone, tears still hanging on her beautiful face, silently facing a rebuttal that might come from anyone. Yet no one did that. The only thing that broke the silence was the sound of sobbing coming from behind Hagrid's handkerchief.

Harry looked at Hagrid, the man who had just saved himself with his own life in spite of his own...... Hagrid, the man he loved, the man he trusted, the man who had been tricked out by Voldemort in exchange for a dragon egg......

"No," Harry said aloud, and they all looked at him in amazement: the hard whiskey seemed to amplify his voice, "I mean...... If someone makes a mistake," Harry continued, "I know they didn't mean it. It's not their fault," he repeated, slightly louder than his usual voice.

"We have to believe in each other. I trust all of you, and I don't believe anyone in this room is going to betray me to Voldemort. His words drew a longer silence. They all looked at him: Harry felt a little hot again, and he drank more whiskey. As he drank his drink, he remembered the Mad-Eyed Man. The Mad-Eye Man was always against Dumbledore's willingness to trust others.