For Harry's anger, Ron and Hermione can naturally understand.

Hermione was a little guilty, and at such a grim time, she and Van Lin went to Egypt to squander for a whole month, Ron stayed in the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix pitifully, and Harry ......

Harry better forget it, for any wizard, the Dursleys are not a good place, not to mention that before Harry became a wizard, as an ordinary person, Vernon was very dissatisfied with Harry.

It seems that it is because of the wizards......

"When will Van Lin come over?" asked Harry.

"I care more about your dreams than that, Harry!" Hermione said, "We rarely hear from you in Egypt, Hedwig can't fly, and is always handed over. ”

"Nothing. Harry shook his head, "I'm fine, very good. ”

"I don't think so, Harry, it's clear that Voldemort has an impact on you......"

"I want to know more about what they want to do. Harry said, "Van Lin and I are witnesses, and no one knows ...... better than I do."

"Don't worry, Fred and George have invented the downwind ear, you see," Ron said, "and they're really useful." ”

"Downwind ——?"

"Ears, yes. It's just recently that we've been banned because my mom found out and was furious. Fred and George had to hide them in case their mother confiscated them. But we used it for a while before Mom realized what was happening. We know that some members of the Order are following some of the famous Death Eaters, identifying them, you know-"

"Some of them are recruiting more people to join Phoenix Order—" Hermione said. "And some of them are still guarding something," Ron said, "and they're always talking about guarding duties." ”

"It can't be me, will it?" said Harry sarcastically.

"Oh, it's you," Ron's face was full of finally understood. Harry scoffed at this. He began to walk around the room again, searching for anything but Ron and Hermione, "So, if you're not allowed to attend the meeting, what are you two doing?"

"We," Hermione replied quickly, "we're in charge of this house, it's been abandoned for years, and all sorts of things breed here. We've done our best to clean out the kitchen, most of the bedrooms, and I think we should clean the living room tomorrow—"

With two loud bangs, Ron's twin brothers, Fred and George, appeared in the center of the room like thin air. The piglet barked louder, and now it circled to include Hedwig on top of the closet.

"Don't do that next time!" Ron said weakly to his two older brothers, in fact, Fred and George didn't look much like their older brothers, they were still stronger and slightly shorter than Ron.

I have to admire Ron's speed of development, maybe he went to Hagrid.

"Hello, Harry," George said happily to him, "we think we heard your pleasant voice. ”

"You don't have to control your anger like that, Harry, let them all explode," Fred said with the same joy. "Maybe we'll have to be 50 miles away to keep your voice from hear. ”

"And did you two pass the standard wizarding level test?" asked Harry, exasperated.

"There's a difference," said Fred, holding something in his hand that looked like a rather long, brightly colored band.

"It will take you at least more than 30 seconds to get down the stairs from here," Ron said.

"There's time, little brother," said Fred, "and you're getting in the way of our work now, anyway. Downwind ears. ”

Fred shouted in response to Harry's raised eyebrows, picking up the strap that Harry now saw hanging from the ground.

"We're trying to hear what's going on downstairs?"

"You have to be careful," Ron said, staring at the downwind, "if Mommy sees them again—"

"It's worth the risk, they're having a major meeting, and Van Lin won't tell us at all because of the secrecy regulations. Fred said.

The door opened again, revealing a long, bright red hair, "Oh, hello, Harry!" it was Ron's sister Ginny, her face brightened, "I think I heard you." ”

Then Ginny turned to Fred and George and said, "I can't hear it here—go with the wind, Mommy left with a silence spell on the kitchen door." ”

"How do you know?" said George, looking dejected.

"Tonks told me how to identify those doors," said Ginny, "and I stood at the top of the stairs and threw the door with a dung egg, but it bounced open, so the Downwind couldn't get a sound through the gap below. ”

Fred let out a deep sigh. "I'm ashamed. I really want to know what old Snape is up to?"

"Snape?" Harry said quickly, "is he here too?"

"Yes!" said George, sighing, as he cautiously approached the door and sat down on one of the beds, with Fred and Ginny following him. "He is in the process of submitting a report. This is top secret. ”

"That rice bucket," Fred said lazily.

"He's on our side now. Hermione reproached. Ron scoffed at Hermione's arguments

"Don't stop that guy from being a rice bucket. The way He sees us is the same thing as the way He sees Him. Even Van Lin is no exception, everyone knows it. Ron touched his nose, for Snape, there was no one in the room who liked it.

"Bill didn't like him either," said Ginny, as if that would settle the dispute.

Harry wasn't sure his anger had subsided, but his thirst for information now overrode the urge to keep yelling. He collapsed on the bed with his back to the others.

"Is Bill here?" Harry asked, "I think he's working in Egypt right now." ”

"He applied for a paperwork so he was able to come back and work for the Phoenix Directive. Fred said.

"He said he missed the pyramids, but," George smirked, "Bill thought it was compensated." ”

"What do you mean?"

"Remember that old Flare Delacour?" said George, "and she got a job at the Devil's Bank Greengos."

"And now Bill offers her a lot of private lessons," Fred snickered.

"Charlie is also working for the Phoenix Command," George said, "but he's still in Romania." Dumbledore wanted to recruit as many foreign wizards as possible, so Charlie was trying to reach out to them these days. ”

"Can't Percy do the job?" asked Harry.

The last time he heard from the third member of the Weasley family was that he was working for the Ministry of Magic's Division of International Magical Cooperation.

At Harry's words, all the Weasleys exchanged a look of ecstasy with Hermione.

"Whatever you do, don't mention Percy in front of mom and dad," Ron told Harry in a nervous tone.

"Why not?" asked Harry, puzzled.

"Because every time Percy was mentioned, Daddy's hand would break something, and Mom would start crying," Fred said.

"That's really bad. Ginny said sadly.

"I think we scared him," George said, and there was not the slightest ugly feature on his face.

"What happened?" asked Harry.

"Percy and Dad had a heated argument," said Fred, "and I never saw Dad do that to anyone else, and Mom usually yelled. ”

"That's what happened in the first week after the semester," Ron said, "and we're going to join the Phoenix Order." Percy came to the house and told us that he had been promoted. ”

"You're kidding," Harry said. Although Harry was well aware of Percy's ambitions, he remembered only that his first job at the Ministry of Magic was not very good. Percy made a big mistake by not realizing that his boss had been controlled by Voldemort. (The Ministry of Magic certainly won't believe this - they just think Mr. Crouch is crazy.) )

"Yes, we were surprised, too," said George, "because Percy was involved in a series of troubles related to Crouch, and everything needed to be investigated." They say Percy should be aware of Crouch's loss of control and report it to his superiors. But you know Percy, after Crouch left, he was in charge, and he didn't complain. ”

"And how did they promote him?"

"That's what we're puzzled about," Ron said, looking eager to keep the conversation going after Harry stopped growling, "and he was genuinely complacent to come to our house—even happier than usual, if you can imagine,—— and tell Dad that he had secured a position in Cornelius Fudge's office. That's a really good position for someone who just left Hogwarts a year ago: to become a senior assistant to the Minister of Magic. I think he wanted to impress his dad. ”

"But Dad didn't," Fred said through gritted teeth.

"Why not?" asked Harry.

"Of course, it's clear that Cornelius Fudge is barking in the ministry to make sure no one has had any contact with Dumbledore," George said.

"Dumbledore's name, which haunts the Ministry of Magic like mud these days," Fred continued, "They all think he's just causing trouble when he goes around saying things like, 'Do you know who's back?'" ”

"Dad told Cornelly Fudge that his intention was obvious, that all the people who were on the same side as Dumbledore would be swept out of their desks," George said.

The trouble was that Cornelius Fudge was suspicious of his father, who he knew was a friend of Dumbledore's and who he always thought was a bit eccentric because of his interest in Muggle culture. ”

"But what does this have to do with Percy?" Harry was completely confused. "I'm going to get to this point, Dad is convinced that Fanitch's sole purpose in recruiting Percy into his office was for him to spy on our house—and Dumbledore. Harry let out a low grunt. "But Percy likes this. Ron laughed in a hollow way. "He's completely insane. He said — okay, he said a whole bunch of horrible things. He said that since he entered the Ministry of Magic, he had to fight against his father's disgusting reputation. And Daddy wasn't ambitious, and that's why we always — you know — always don't have a lot of money, I mean—" "What?" Harry said incredulously, while Ginny made a noise like an angry kitten. "I know," Ron said in a low voice. "There's something worse. He says that Dad is an idiot who circles around Dumbledore, that Dumbledore is the source of great trouble, and that Daddy will fall with him, and that he, Percy, knows which side of his loyalty should be, and that he should be loyal to the Ministry of Magic. And if Mom and Dad wanted to become traitors to the Ministry of Magic, he wanted everyone to know that he no longer belonged to the family. And he packed up and left that night. He now lives in London. Harry breathed with a low curse. He hated Percy the most of the Weasley brothers, but he couldn't imagine him saying those things to Mr. Weasley. "Mom did the right thing," Ron said vaguely, "you know—she cried and said." She went to London to talk to Percy, but he slammed the door in front of her mother. I don't know what happens when he and his dad meet at work - I beg you, forget about him. "But Percy must have known that Voldemort had returned," Harry said slowly, "he wasn't stupid, he must have known that his parents wouldn't have taken any risks without proof." "Yes, that's right, your name is also involved in this argument," Ron said with a stealthy look at Harry, "Percy said that the only evidence was your words...... He said...... He didn't think that was credible. ”

"Percy trusts the Daily Prophet too much," Hermione sarcastically said, and the others nodded.

"What did they say?" Harry asked, looking at them.

But everyone watched him cautiously.

"You haven't—haven't you read the Daily Prophet?" asked Hermione nervously.

"Yes, I have!" called Harry.

"Hmm—did you finish reading it, then?" asked Hermione, still nervous.

"It's never been a one-page read," Harry said conservatively, "and if they're going to report anything about Voldemort, it's going to be on the front page, isn't it?"

The others cringed at the name, and Hermione quickly said, "You should have taken out and read it page by page, but they- they mentioned you twice in a week." ”

"But all I saw—"

"No, you can't see if you just read the front page," Hermione shook her head, "we're not talking about a big article. They're just passing it off, as if you're telling a joke. ”

"What did they say?"

"That's a real shame," Hermione said in a voice as calm as possible, "they're just building on Rita's material. ”

"But she didn't write anything anymore, did she?"

"Oh, no, she kept her promise—she didn't stand any chance," Hermione added with satisfaction, "but the foundation she'd built was now being done by those guys. ”

"What did it say?" Harry asked impatiently.

"Well, you know she wrote that you were squashed all over your body, and that your scars were aching, and that there were others. ”

"Yes," Harry replied, it was impossible to forget the damn Rita's story for him anytime soon.

"Now they've written you as a demagogues, a much-watched person, and you think you're a great tragic hero or something. Hermione spoke quickly, as if she thought the sooner she spoke, the less angry Harry would become, "They continue to slander you. If a story came from afar, they would say, 'This should be another Harry Potter legend,' and if anybody had a funny accident or something, they'd say, 'I hope this guy doesn't have a scar on his forehead, or we'll be told to worship him next time'—"

"I never wanted anyone to worship—" Harry began to get excited.

"I know you won't," Hermione said quickly, looking a little helpless, "I know, Harry. But you look at what they're doing? They want to turn you into a guy that no one believes. I bet Cornelius Fudge was behind this. They want the whole wizarding world to see you as some stupid kid who keeps making ridiculous stories just because he likes to be famous and wants to stay famous. “