"So...... Is that true?" said Ginny, "that's what you're going to do?"

"I ...... No...... I'm just kidding," Harry denied. They stared at each other, something more than shocked in Ginny's expression, and Harry suddenly realized that he and she were alone for the first time since those good times lost in the hidden corners of Hogwarts.

He was sure she remembered it too.

When the door opened, they both jumped up, and Mrs. Weasley, Kingsley, and Bill walked in. They often had dinner with other Order of the Phoenix, as the Burrow had replaced 2 Grimmauld Place as the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, Mr. Weasley explained, Dumbledore ...... When their Confidential Person died, everyone who had Brido informed Grimmauld Place of its location automatically became a Confidential Person.

"And since there are about twenty of us, it greatly weakens the power of the Loyalty Curse. The Death Eaters had more than twenty chances to get this secret from someone, and we couldn't expect it to hold out for long. ”

"But Snape must have told the Death Eaters the address by now, right?" asked Harry.

"Well, Mad-Eye cast a couple of spells to keep Snape from finding that place again, we wanted them to be strong enough to keep Snape out of the way, and to be able to restrain his tongue if he wanted to name this place, but we can't be sure, so it's foolish to continue using this place as a headquarters when its protection has become so weak. ”

In the evening, the kitchen was too crowded to use an automatic knife and fork, and Harry found himself huddled around Ginny, passing between them something that didn't need to be expressed in words, which made him wish there were a few people between them, and he was trying to avoid sweeping her arm, so he could barely cut his chicken.

To his surprise, Van Lin finally walked out of his room after a few days, which was probably Harry's most excited, and Madam Pomfrey left in a hurry after announcing that Van Lin could leave her room.

These few days have been very sad for Fan Lin, once the tense nerves are relaxed, the damage caused by a large amount of magic washed by the body is almost impossible for Fan Lin to stand up.

In Madam Pomfrey's words, if it weren't for Vanlin's special physique and the usual devouring of a large number of tonic potions, the continuous high-intensity phantom transformation alone would have killed him.

This made Van Lin feel very lucky, and it was really surprising that he would be saved by the people of the Holy See.

They seemed to have known that they were coming, but it was safe to assume that he had not had any contact with the Holy See.

And, unfortunately, Tefrey was a little too cowardly, and he didn't even have the courage to make a move in the face of the Holy See's paladin Teflon, and the knight too, let the vampire go?

This probably subverted the impression of the supremacy of the Holy See's faith.

"Isn't there any news about the Mad-Eye?" asked Van Lin, sitting next to Hermione.

Mundungus's betrayal was somewhat abrupt, but it was reasonable.

In the face of Voldemort, if Mundungus maintained Harry's image, then he would definitely die, and betrayal was not necessarily, even if he would be punished by the spell set by Van Lin.

"Nothing," Bill replied, shaking his head.

Until now, they have not held a funeral for Moody, as Bill and Lupin have not been able to find his body, and it is difficult to find where he may have fallen in the darkness and chaos of the battle.

"The Daily Prophet doesn't say a word about his death or the search for his body," Bill continued, "but that doesn't mean anything, they've been very quiet these days. ”

"And they haven't testified to a hearing about the use of magic by minors because of the magic I used against the Death Eaters," Harry said to Van Lin, who just shook his head.

"Because they know I don't have a choice, or because they don't want to tell the wizarding world that Voldemort attacked me?"

"That's it," Van Lin affirmed, "the Ministry of Magic is no longer capable of confronting Voldemort. ”

"They've always been like this. "Lately, I guess, Scrimgeour didn't want to admit that the Mysteries were as powerful as they used to be, or that there had been a massive prison break in Azkaban. ”

"yes, why tell the public the truth?" said Harry, clutching his knife as a blurry white scar on the back of his right hand revealed: I can't lie.

"Isn't there a single one in the Ministry of Magic who is ready to stand up to him?" Ron asked angrily.

"Of course not, Ron, but people are afraid," Mr. Weasley replied, "fear that they will be the next vanished, and their children will be the next to be attacked! There are disgusting rumors circulating everywhere, and I don't believe that the Muggle Studies professor who resigned at Hogwarts has been missing for weeks, and in the meantime, Scrimgeour has been shutting down his office all day, and I just hope he's working on a plan." ”

When Mrs. Weasley magically brought the empty plate to the workbench and began serving apple pie, everyone stopped talking.

"We have to decide how to protect you, Ali," Fleur said, as everyone ate the pudding.

"Why?" Harry was a little confused, in fact, he couldn't think of this and Fleur......

"For this wedding," said Fleur frankly, "of course, none of our guests are Death Eaters, but we can't guarantee that they won't say something inadvertently after they've drunk the champagne. ”

In fact, from this point.

Harry deduced that she was still suspicious of Hagrid.

"Yes, good proposal," said Mrs. Weasley, from the top of the table where she was sitting, her glasses hanging from the bridge of her nose, as she navigated the tedious work that had been scribbled on a long sheep.

"I'm sure they won't refuse some small tricks, it's like having a wonderful and then setting aside the day. Van Lin affirmed, watching Mrs. Weasley scribble it down in her notebook.

"I agree, then, now, Ron, have you cleaned your room?"

"Why?" cried Ron, his spoon falling to the ground, glaring at his mother, "Why does my room have to be cleaned?

"We're going to have your brother's wedding in a few days' time, young man......"

"Are they going to have a wedding in my room?" Ron asked furiously, "what the hell......

"Don't talk to your mother like that," said Mr. Weasley firmly, "as she says." ”

Ron glared at his parents before picking up his spoon and swallowing the last few bites of apple pie.

"I can help, there's some of my stuff here", Harry told Ron, but Mrs. Weasley interrupted him, "No, Harry, dear, I want you to help Arthur get these chickens, Hermione, I'd appreciate it if you went to change the Delacours' sheets." You know they're going to be here tomorrow morning at eleven o'clock, and as for Van Lin, you've just regained your ability to get out of bed......"

"Oh, Hermione can take care of me, Mrs. Weasley......" Van Lin said quickly, it was embarrassing that Mrs. Weasley or Ginny and Fleur had been coming over for the past two days.

"Ah, yes, Mrs. Weasley, I'll do it!" Hermione hurriedly grabbed it, "Ginny can help me get to the Delacours, and Gabrielle......"

"Well...... "Mrs. Weasley," said reluctantly, "come on." ”

Harry opened his mouth, but he couldn't find any reason to help Vanlin.

And it turns out that when you start getting these chickens, there are very few things to do.

"There's no need to talk to Molly," Mr. Weasley said to Harry, who was herding his chicken into the coop, "but, um, Ted Tonks gave me most of the parts for my Sirius motorcycle, and, um, I'm keeping, which is to say, it's amazing to have it hidden here, there's an exhaust, like I believe it says, the most gorgeous battery, and it's a great opportunity to study how the brakes work." Will put them all together again when Molly doesn't ...... I mean, when I have time. ”

As they walked back to the house, Mrs. Weasley was nowhere to be seen, and Harry sped to Ron's attic bedroom.

"I'm doing it, I'm doing it...... ah, it's you," Ron said as he jumped up and exaggerated, and when Harry entered the room, he was lying on the bed, and the room was still as chaotic as ever.

The difference was that Hermione was now sitting in a far corner sorting through two large piles of books, some of which Harry recognized as her own, her fluffy ginger cat with Crook Hill at her feet.

And, of course, there was Van Lin, who was couching weakly on the couch, and in fact, Harry couldn't feel any change other than his face being a little paler, as if he was still clutching his wand in the Gryffindor common room.

This is supposed to be for Mrs. Weasley, the Transfiguration Charm?

"Hi, Harry," Hermione said as he sat on his camp bed.

"How did you two escape?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"Van Lin used an illusion spell, and as soon as she returned to the room, Mrs. Weasley wouldn't say anything. Hermione said, tossing one copy of "Gran Medica and Number Divination" on one pile of books and a copy of "The Rise and Fall of Dark Magic" on another.

"We were talking about Crazy Eye," Ron told Harry, and I guess he might still be alive. ”

But Bill saw that he had been hit by the Death Curse. Harry said.

"Yes, but Bill is under attack," Ron said, "how can he be sure what he saw?"

"Even if the Death Curse didn't hit him, the Mad-Eye still fell from a thousand feet," Hermione said, now holding a heavy copy of the "English and Ireland Quidditch Team" in her hand.

"Maybe he used a protective charm—"

"Fleur said his wand was knocked out of his hand," Harry said.

"Well, well, if you want him dead," Ron said irritably, slapping his pillow into a more comfortable shape.

"Of course we don't want him to die!" Hermione said, looking at him in shock, "His death is horrible!

For the first time, Harry imagined the Mad-Eye's body, broken and broken like Dumbledore's, one eye still fluttering in its sockets, and he felt a throbbing pain accompanied by a strange desire to laugh.

"The Death Eater may have cleaned himself up later, which is why no one found him," Van Lin said truthfully, "Moody's body is complicated, and those alchemical devices hinder Moody's ability to use magicalization, although I hate to admit it, but ...... It is quite possible that Moody fell into the hands of the Death Eaters. ”

"Yes," said Harry, "like Barty Crouch, turned into bones and buried in Hagrid's front garden, they might have deformed Moody and buried him in ......"

"Say no more!" Hermione screamed in shock, and Harry looked over just in time to see tears burst out of her eyes, falling on the spell alphabet she had copied. "Oh no," Harry said, struggling to get up from the camp bed, "Hermione, I didn't mean to upset you......"

"Oh, it's okay, Hermione, I'm here......" Van Lin stood up, took Hermione into his arms, and pulled a clean handkerchief out of his pocket to try to wipe the girl's tears away.

"Oh, sorry...... I mean...... I'm sorry......" she sniffed and sobbed, "that's so damning...... It's scary, isn't it, it's happening to Dumbledore...... Afterwards...... I never imagined that the Mad-Eye would die, and somehow he looked so strong!"

"Yes, yes, he does look like you say he is," Van Lin hugged Hermione, "it was my mistake, I shouldn't have ......"

"Mondongues should be blamed for this!" Ron said angrily, "He just needs to touch the magic and help Moody block a few spells so he can ......"

"Moody wouldn't do that...... said Vanlin, "he wished Voldemort had chased him......"

As he said this, Vanlin looked at Harry, "Of course, there's no right or wrong in all of this, it's just that Mundungus is too cowardly. ”

"Don't trust Mondongues......" Harry repeated, "yes, you're not ......"

"Contract spells, yes, he broke the agreement, so, I think he's probably going to lose most of his spellcasting powers. "The spell will prevent Mundungus from casting the spell, perhaps at the moment of the apparition." ”

"I mean......" Harry said hesitantly, "are we going to ......"

"He deserves it, Harry!" Van Lin shook his head in refusal, "It's easy to make a second or a third time, and I can't leave him to the Death Eaters because of his cowardice, he's not very strong-willed and very good at tricks. ”

"Okay......" Harry nodded, and Vanlin let go of Hermione, who continued to sort the books.

"What do you want these books for?" Ron asked suddenly.

"Just wanted to see what books we needed to bring," Hermione said, "while we were looking for Horcruxes." ”

"Oh, of course," Ron said, tapping a hand lightly on his forehead, "I forgot, now, we're going to have to start stalking Voldemort in the mobile library." ”

"Haha," Hermione said, staring at the magic word chart below, "I want to know...... Are we going to need to translate the ancient script? Is that possible...... I think we'd better bring it with us, just to be on the safe side. She tossed the phonetic chart into the larger of the two piles of books and picked up Hogwarts, a school history.

"It's not an easy ......job," Van Lin frowned, "Hermione, I'd prefer you to ......"

"Don't turn me down, okay!" Hermione whispered, "I'm going to be even more uneasy here. ”

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