Would Ron be a little more surprised if he knew that Van Lin would directly exchange exchange students from the two schools this time?

The Three Witches Fighting Competition, it's really an exciting project to think about, but it's ......

"I'm sorry, Ron, but I still want to ask, you really outrank Harry?...... I...... I mean, taking Harry's place from the bottom?"

Perhaps, this matter can rise to a point in Gryffindor.

Fred and George absolutely knew about it, and it would be something that Ron would never forget.

However, the price of that was Ron's unsightly face, and he was almost about to leave.

Van Lin would have liked to, but please take Harry with him, and Hermione will stay......

It seemed impossible, and Hermione wouldn't give Verlin a chance to leave her alone again.

"What are you holding in your hand?" Van Lin asked, gesturing to the book in Hermione's hand.

"I was about to tell you about this," Hermione said, straightening herself up in her chair.

"Sirius has sent us all our books for this semester, and he asked me to warn you that the reporters from the Daily Prophet and that Rita are all frantically looking for you right now. ”

"Looking for me?"

Fan Lin was slightly stunned.

"Of course, for the sake of last night's incident, the power you showed is too strong, combined with your identity......"

"It's just too bad. Van Lin said.

"It's not all, maybe it'll get worse in a while, and now you should be glad they didn't get a picture of your face. ”

"It's really a thing to be thankful for. Van Lin nodded, "What's the other bad thing?"

"Not really, but the Ministry of Magic is going to award you the Order of Merlin, but I think you should know about it. ”

Hermione spoke quickly, and in a few moments, Hermione recounted the changes in the seven hours since Van Lin fell asleep, from beginning to end.

I've never been so bad that I must have gone crazy when I was in my second grade trying to imitate Gilderoy Lockhart to make money.

Overall, these news are not very good for Van Lin, and this time it has pushed him to the cusp.

It's just too much trouble.

Saved 100,000 wizards, this exaggerated description is deeply believed, which shows what kind of impression those Death Eaters left on the British wizarding community.

“...... And the International League Against Dark Wizards, these letters were sent to Dumbledore, if you want to see it, you can ask Hedwig to pick it up, Harry's owl hasn't been in a good event for a long time. ”

Hermione said in one gulp, and she felt like she needed a big glass of water to treat herself, and it would be perfect if it was cold.

"No...... Stay where Dumbledore is, these things are too much trouble, and if I could, I'd rather last night's man be an Auror. ”

They were all entangled, and Scrimgeour went back and taught the men a hard lesson. Harry said.

"Sirius and Mr. Weasley are back?" asked Van Lin.

"Well, come back for a trip, but after less than five minutes of sitting, they're out again, dealing with your business, those from the Ministry of Magic. Harry said.

This made Van Lin feel sorry, but if he was really allowed to go to the Ministry of Magic......

At least he didn't want to go yet, but the Order of the Order of Merlin would be perfect if it could be transported by an owl.

"So, until school starts, we're only going to be able to stay here?"

"Yes!" Hermione nodded.

"Can't even go to Diagon Alley?"

"That's right!"

The concise and clear answer was replaced by the rare freedom of Van Lin.

The Weasleys are not as fun as Diagon Alley, and they have their own factory, which he has not been to in person, and it is all taken care of by Professor Lupin, and Van Lin feels a little sorry for Professor Lupin.

"One more thing. Harry suddenly said, "You didn't wake up, I didn't say anything." ”

"What's the matter?"

Everyone looked at Harry curiously, Harry had been with them all the time, and if he didn't go to the bathroom, Harry didn't have anything out of the ordinary.

Even last night, my scar hurt all the time, and after I went back to the tent to rest, I had nightmares, and the scar hurt even more.

It's not hard to understand that last night's operation failed, and Voldemort's mood was naturally ......

"What did you see last night, Harry?" Van Lynn asked.

"He's angry, he's furious, but he's not killing. "He's never been that angry, I can feel it." ”

But, he ...... He wasn't there yesterday," Ron said, "and there were only the vampires and ...... and ......"

"And the Death Eaters. Hermione said, "Maybe he's hiding on that Death Eater's body, think of Quirrell, he's not an example, maybe he's hiding behind that man's head and conjuring his mark." ”

Ron shuddered slightly, such a thought.

"But ......"

"Okay, Harry, don't think too much......" Van Lin said quickly, it wasn't a good topic.

"You should know that the dark magic, it gives you some connection with him, and besides, it's not terrible, he failed, and that's a good thing, or maybe it's some bad effects of this magic, anyway, yesterday is over, isn't it?"

"Okay, don't talk about these things. Ron said, "We can change something else." ”

"What time is it?" asked Van Lin.

"Two o'clock in the afternoon," Ron replied quickly, "you can have dinner, and before that, you can have some bread, but you can't do a strenuous exercise." ”

Van Lin smiled bitterly and nodded, Ron's analysis was really to the point.

"So......" Ron pondered......

"Come and play Quidditch in the orchard, Harry," Ron shouted, "come on—three-on-three, Bill, Charlie, and Fred. George plays with ......"

"Ron," Hermione said in a "you're not sensible at all" tone, "Harry doesn't want to play Quidditch right now...... He's worried, and he's tired......"

"Tired, we just woke up, and, perhaps, Harry wants to try his hand at those masterful moves, those ...... from last night's World Cup."

"Yes, I want to play Quidditch. Harry suddenly said, "Wait a minute, I'm going to get my rocket crossbow." ”

Hermione left the room, muttering something along the way, as if she were saying something like "boys."

For the next week, Mr. Weasley and Percy were not home. Every day they leave before the family gets up and come back after dinner.

"It's obviously a commotion," Percy said to them solemnly the Sunday night before they returned to Hogwarts, "I've tried to calm it down, but people continue to send roaring bombs, and of course, if you don't open them directly, it will explode, and charred marks are all over my desk." My best quill has turned to dust. ”

"Why are they sending roaring bombs?" asked Ginny, walking on the carpet in front of the fire in her room, taping her copy of A Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi with spells.

"They complained about the safety measures at the World Cup," Percy replied, "and they demanded compensation for their damaged property." Mandantas. Frey asked to get a set of twelve bedrooms, with Sweet's tent. But I've got his actual situation. I know, in fact, that he was sleeping under a cloak propped up by a stick. ”

Mr. Weasley looked at the clock in the corner. Harry loved the clock, and while it was useless if you wanted to know the time from it, it was valuable. It has nine gold hands, each bearing the name of a member of the Weasley family. There are no numerals on the face of the clock, indicating where each member of the family might be. There is a "home", "school"

and "work", but there are also "missing", "hospital", "prison" and in the place where the ordinary clock number 12 should be, there are the words "mortal danger".

It's a clever blood magic, and the Weasleys' past isn't meant to be as simple as it seems, except that Mr. Weasley prefers to be close to Muggle life.

It was evident from the dressing mirrors that only the high nobles used that the Weasleys had many valuable things, but Mr. Weasley preferred to keep them rather than exchange them for a better life.

There are eight finger clocks pointing to the "home" position, but the longest hand, representing Mr. Weasley, also points to "work".

It seems that Mr. Weasley is really busy to the point of exploding, which makes Mrs. Weasley not in a good mood.

Mrs. Weasley sighed, "Your dad will have to be in the office on weekends since the 'man' incident," she said, "and they've made him work too much, and if he doesn't come back soon, his dinner will be ruined again." ”

"Is Dad trying to make up for his mistakes in the game?" Percy said, "and in fact, it was a little unwise for him to make a statement to the public before he clarified it to the department—"

"Don't accuse your father of what that hateful woman Rita wrote!" retorted Mrs. Weasley at once with emotion.

"It's a shame if Dad doesn't say anything, and Old Richard says that no one in the cabinet has come out to explain," said Bill, who was playing chess with Ron.

"Rita Skeeter made everyone embarrassed, remembering interviewing all the Gringotts spell breakers and calling me a stupid pig with long hair. ”

"Oh, dear, a little longer. Mrs. Weasley said, "If you're willing to let me—"

"No, Mom. ”

The Weasleys were very kind, and they knew what Van Lin was afraid of right now, so they wouldn't mention any interviews or honors in front of Van Lin.

The rain pounded on the living room window, and Hermione indulged in the Standard Charms Textbook. Fourth Grade", it was sent by Sirius.

Charlie was sewing a long bandana for fire protection, and Harry was oiling his rocket crossbow. The matching original of the broomstick, Hermione's thirteenth birthday present, was opened and placed at his feet.

Fred and George were talking quietly in a farther corner, their heads resting on a piece of parchment.

"What are you two doing?" said Mrs. Weasley shrieked, her eyes falling sharply on the twins.

"Homework!" Fred replied vaguely.

"Don't be stupid, you're on vacation!" said Mrs. Weasley.

"Yes, we're late. George replied.

"You're not going to write a new order, are you?" asked Mrs. Weasley sensitively.

"You're not going to want to start over, are you?"

"Mom," said Fred, looking up at her with a pained look on his face, "what would you think if tomorrow the Hogwarts Express crashed and George and I died?"

Everyone laughed, even Mrs. Weasley.

This pair of living treasures can liven up the atmosphere, which is what Van Lin likes about them.

In fact, these two men are working on the method that Van Lin has newly given.

It looked high-end, using alchemy to make Weasley joke products, and as soon as they arrived at Hogwarts, the plan for the two could begin to be implemented.

"Oh, your dad is back!" said Mrs. Weasley suddenly, and she looked at the clock again.

Mr. Weasley's clock suddenly jumped from "work" to "travel", and a second later, to "home", with the others, who heard him call them from the kitchen.

"Here it is, Arthur!" said Mrs. Weasley, getting up and coming out of the room.

Mr. Weasley's arrival was welcomed by everyone, which meant that they were about to eat, and several snacks were starving.

Sirius's newly bought cake, and how long the Chinese food he cooked.

I have to say that Dobby is still very talented in this aspect.

After eating, Van Lin still had to deal with those bad things.

He is too famous in the whole world in scope.

Strong enough strength and topical age allowed Van Lin to capture a large number of admirers.

In particular, I don't know who leaked the photos of Van Lin studying at Hogwarts and Beauxbatons.

Maybe it's Colin, or maybe ......

In short, those pink envelopes are like devils, and even someone has added a love potion.

Ghost XX love potion, is this the life of Fan Lin?

Those bad letters, Dobby couldn't handle them at all, and as the reports fermented, the mailbox had no time to rest at all.

The walking portrait knows the truth, and there are still voices of doubt.

However, these are all minor issues.

To make matters worse, Hermione was reluctant to deal with him after the pink letters came, which was a very serious problem.

Van Lin instructed Dobby to burn all the pink letters, but to no avail.