"Looking forward to it?"

"Of course. Harry nodded, in response to Van Lin's question.

Leaving the Dursleys and coming to the Burrow, or the Blake family's ancestral home, was something he had always dreamed of, but, obviously, Harry preferred the Burrow, and the atmosphere of the Black family's ancestral home clearly made Harry more at home in Ron's house.

In fact, for security reasons, it is clear that it is irrational to make the Order of the Phoenix headquarters the subject of strict supervision by the Ministry of Magic. And with something as big as Voldemort, it was obviously not a reliable idea to let Harry himself in the Muggle world, so naturally, the Burrow became a good choice.

Without further ado, a few of them walked through the back door of the Burrow, where there were old high boots and rusty old crucibles that both Vanlin and Harry were familiar with, and even Harry could hear the chirping of sleepy chicks in the coop in the distance.

This seemed a little dreamy to Harry, but in some ways, it seemed very real, such as Van Lin standing next to him, or Dumbledore walking forward.

Dumbledore knocked on the door three times, and then Harry saw a sudden movement behind the kitchen window.

"Who is it?" asked a nervous voice, and Harry could tell it was Mrs. Weasley. "Name it!"

"It's me, Dumbledore, we're back. ”

The door opened immediately. The stocky Mrs. Weasley stood there in an old green dressing gown.

"Harry, dear! God, Albus, you scared the hell out of me, didn't you say that you and Van Lin wouldn't be able to come back until dawn broke?"

"We're lucky," Dumbledore crossed the threshold. "Slavhorn was easier to convince than I thought. Harry certainly helped. Ah, hello, Nymphadora!"

Harry looked around the room and realized that although it was late, Mrs. Weasley was not alone. Next to the table sat a young witch with a heart-shaped face, her face pale and clutching a large cup in her hand.

"Hello, Professor," she said. "Hello, Harry, Van Lin. ”

"Hi, Tonks. Harry thought she looked a little haggard, even sickly, and smiled reluctantly. Without her usual bubblegum-like pink hair, she doesn't look as radiant as she used to be.

Harry wanted to say something, but Van Lin took the lead in grabbing him and signaling him not to talk more, which made Harry a little incomprehensible, but what Tonks did next made Harry even more confused.

"It's time for me to go," Tonks said quickly, standing up and draping his cloak over his shoulders. "Thank you for your tea and sympathy, Molly. ”

"Oh, for my sake, please don't go yet," Dumbledore said politely. "I can't stay long, I still have urgent things to go to and Rufus #83; Scrimgeour discussed. ”

"No, no, I'm really leaving," Tonks avoided Dumbledore's eyes. "Good night—"

"Honey, come over for dinner on the weekend, Remus and Mad-Eye are both here——?"

"No, really, Molly...... Anyway, thank you...... Good night, everyone. ”

Tonks walked briskly past Dumbledore and walked out the door without looking back, and after a few steps out of the door, he disappeared into the thin air, which made Tonks look like he had escaped from here?

Harry was a little confused, and Harry noticed that Mrs. Weasley seemed to be preoccupied.

"Alright, we'll see you at Hogwarts, Harry, Van Lin," Dumbledore said. "Take care of yourself. Molly, I'm at your beckon. ”

Dumbledore bowed to Mrs. Weasley, and then disappeared in almost the same place as Tonks. Mrs. Weasley closed the door and pulled Harry into the light of the lantern, putting her arms on Harry's shoulders to take in his appearance.

"You're like Ron," she sighed, looking him up and down. "You're all like you've been under an elongation spell. I swear Ron is four inches better than the last time I bought him a robe. Are you hungry, Harry?"

"Yes," Harry suddenly realized how hungry he was. "Sit, dear, I'll go get something to eat. ”

Harry was sitting when a cat with ginger hair and a large flat face jumped on Van Lin's knee next to him, curling up there purring and purring. "And Hermione is here too?" he happily scratched behind Crookshank's ear.

"Of course, in ......," Van Lin rolled his eyes, "Actually, Hermione and I just arrived here the day before yesterday, and it's clear that the Burrow is a more suitable place for us than Modric 12, after all, now that Voldemort has returned, we are on the opposite side, and we always have to give some information to the Ministry of Magic." ”

"Information, you say ......"

"The Burrow is protected by the Ministry of Magic. Van Lin said, rubbing Crookshan's head, "We have to give the Ministry of Magic something to do, or they won't even find a place to resist." ”

"So, this became the ...... of the Order of the Phoenix."

"Oh, it's just a branch, in fact, it's about the same as the headquarters, after all, some of the things that are on it, are decided here, and Sirius ......" Van Lin looked at Mrs. Weasley, "some secrets are still decided where Sirius, for example, ......"

Mrs. Weasley's voice was a little louder. She tapped a large tin can with her wand: it jumped onto the stove with a thud and immediately began to bubble.

"Actually, everyone is asleep, and we didn't expect you to be there in a few hours. Hold—"

In mid-air, the tin can flew over Harry and leaned over, and Mrs. Weasley shoved a bowl just in time to catch the thick onion soup poured out of the can, still steaming hot. In the same way, Mrs. Weasley gave Van Lin another bowl.

"Do you want bread, darling?"

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley. She raised her wand and waved it, and a piece of bread and a knife landed gracefully on the table. The bread was cut automatically, the jar was back on the stove, and Mrs. Weasley sat down across from Harry.

It is obviously unlikely that he will continue to talk to Van Lin, but Harry is aware of Mrs. Weasley's attitude, to be exact, forbidden to talk to Harry about the Order of the Phoenix?

"Oh, thank you, Mrs. Weasley. Van Lin picked up a slice of bread and took a bite, denying what he had said.

Harry also knew how to drink the soup silently, and Mrs. Weasley sat across from him, did he expect them to talk about Dumbledore's plans here?

"So you convinced Horacer Slahhorn to take the job?"

Harry's mouth was full of hot soup, so he just nodded.

"He taught Arthur and me," Mrs. Weasley said. "He used to teach at Hogwarts for a long time, I think he probably went to Hogwarts with Dumbledore. What do you think of him?"

Harry's mouth was now full of bread again, so he shrugged his shoulders and moved his head uncertainly.

"I know what you mean," Mrs. Weasley nodded shrewdly. Of course, he could still be attractive if he wanted to, but Arthur never liked him. The ministry is full of Slavhorn's protégés, who are always good at helping, but never have time to help Arthur - he doesn't seem to think of Arthur as an aspirant. That only shows that even Slavhorn makes mistakes, though. I don't know if Ron told you in his letter—it just happened—that Arthur was raised!"

It couldn't be clearer that Mrs. Weasley had been in a hurry to say this. Harry swallowed a large mouthful of the hot soup and felt like his throat was going to be blistered.

"That's great!" he gasped.

"You're so nice," Mrs. Weasley looked pleased, wiping her moist eyes. "Yes, Rufus Scrimgeour has created several new departments in response to the current situation, and Arthur now heads the Office of Detection and Seizure of Counterfeit Defensive Spells and Protective Items. It's a lot of work, and there are ten of them now!"

"What the hell is that——?" "Well, you know, due to the panic of the Mysteries, strange objects that claim to defend against Mysteries and Death Eaters are constantly being put up for sale. You can imagine what it is - the so-called protective potions, which are actually broth with Babo tuber pus, and those tutorials on defensive evil spells, will actually just knock your ears off...... Well, the criminals are mostly people like Mundungus Fletsch, who have never done a day of serious business in their lives, and who only take advantage of people's fears. Every now and then, though, there are really serious things going on. The other day, Arthur had also seized a batch of speculums that had probably been spelled, almost certainly placed by some Death Eater. Obviously, this was a very important job, and I told him not to be foolish enough to let go of checking spark plugs, toasters, and all that kind of Muggle waste. ”

Mrs. Weasley gave Harry a grim look, as if Harry had advised Mr. Weasley to let go of the spark plug.

However, in fact, Mr. Weasley still hasn't been given any high-level work, and this is still Mr. Weasley's job before, uh, dealing with Muggle accidents?

Only this time, Mr. Weasley expanded the scope of his inspection.

Thankless work, and easy to offend people......

"Is Mr. Weasley still at work?" asked Harry, apparently trying to tell him this.

"yes. In fact, it's a bit late...... He said he would be back around midnight......" she turned her head to look at the big clock, which was clumsily stacked on top of a laundry basket full of sheets at the end of the table.

Harry recognized it immediately: there were nine hands, each with the name of a family member engraved on it, and it was usually hung on the wall of the Weasley's living room, and its current location indicated that Mrs. Weasley had been with him tonight. Each pointer points to "life-threatening".

"It's been like that for a while," Mrs. Weasley said in a less convincing lighthearted tone, "since the mystery man returned." I think maybe everyone's life is in danger...... I don't think it's the only ones in our family...... But I don't know anyone else with one of these clocks, so I can't verify it, oh!"

She let out a sudden exclamation and pointed to the clock face. Mr. Weasley's pointer turned to "on the road."

"He's coming back!"

After a while, there was a knock on the back door. Mrs. Weasley jumped up and hurried over, and with one hand on the doorknob and her face against the wooden door, she asked softly, "Arthur, is that you?"

"Yes," was Mr. Weasley's tired voice. "But if I were a Death Eater, I would have answered, my dear. Ask questions!"

"Oh, frankly......"

"Molly!"

"Okay, okay...... What is your greatest ambition?"

"Figure out why planes can fly in the sky. ”

Mrs. Weasley nodded and turned the doorknob, but Mr. Weasley apparently held it tightly on the other side of the door, as it was still tightly closed.

"Molly! I have to ask you a question first!"

"Arthur, really, this would be stupid......"

"What do you like me to call you when we're alone?" Even in the dim light, Harry could see Mrs. Weasley's face flush, and he himself suddenly felt red, so he hurriedly swallowed a mouthful of soup and slashed the spoon in the bowl as loud as he could.

"Molly baby," Mrs. Weasley said into the crack in the door.

"Correct," Mr. Weasley said. "Now you can let me in. Mrs. Weasley opened the door, and her husband, a thin, dying wizard, was standing outside, with a handful of red hair on his head, a pair of glasses, and a long, dusty travel cloak.

"I still don't understand why you have to come back that every time you come home," said Mrs. Weasley, her face flushed as she helped her husband take off his cloak.

"I mean, a Death Eater might have tortured him out before he pretended to be you. ”

"I know, my dear, but this is a procedure required by the Ministry, and I have to set an example. It's so delicious—is it onion soup?"

Mr. Weasley turned his face to the table expectantly.

"Aha, Harry, Van Lin, I thought you would be here in the morning!"

"Oh, actually, it went a lot smoother than expected. Van Lin shrugged his shoulders helplessly, shook hands with Mr. Weasley, and then Harry, this is unavoidable, Mr. Weasley always likes to do this, for example, go through some Ministry of Magic procedures?

Actually, it wasn't necessary, but Van Lin thought it was funny, and went back to Hermione's room, and then asked some questions before he wanted to enter the door?

Mr. Weasley pulled out a chair next to him and sat down, and Mrs. Weasley served him a bowl of onion soup.

"Thanks, Molly. Tonight was tough. Some idiots started selling disguise badges. As long as you hang it around your neck, you can change your appearance at will. It is claimed that with only ten Galleons, you can get thousands of disguises!"

"And what actually happens when you hang them around your neck?"

"Most people just turn a nasty orange, but a few have tentacles. It seems that St. Mungo's is too busy. ”

"Sounds like the kind of thing Fred and George liked," Mrs. Weasley said hesitantly. "Are you sure it's—"

"Of course I'm sure!" said Mr. Weasley. "Neither of them would do this kind of thing when people are all busy seeking protection!"

"Speaking of which, Van Lin, that's what you're good at, isn't it...... Mr. Weasley asked, "like the disguise necklace." ”

"Oh yes. Van Lin nodded, "However, there are more than ten gold gallons to make alone, and it takes a lot of time...... "Van Lin is not only worried about those who have been deceived, but has lost the most basic judgment because of fear?

A solidified disguised Animagus is also a very precious item no matter how you think about it.

"So that's why you're back late, Disguise Badge?"

"Of course not, we've gotten word that someone has put a backfire spell on Elephant Castle, and luckily we found it out when we got there......

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