After a few hours, Mr. Weasley woke them up. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info He magically put the tent away in his backpack and urged the children to leave the camp as soon as possible, seeing Mr. Muggle Caretaker standing in the door of his small stone house.

Mr. Muggle looked strange and dazed, waving goodbye to them and muttering "Merry Christmas".

"He'll be fine," said Mr. Weasley as they strode toward the swamp, "and sometimes, when a man's memory is altered, he gets a little confused for a moment... Besides, what they wanted him to forget was such a big thing. ”

As he approached the place where the portkeys were placed, Roger heard a crowd of people yelling eagerly, and when they walked a little further, they found a large crowd of wizards surrounding the portkeys, all clamoring to get out of the camp as soon as possible.

Mr. Weasley had a brief conversation with the portkey manager, and everyone stood in the line, received an old tire before the sun had risen, and relied on it to return to Weasel Mountain.

In the glimmer of dawn, they walked through the village along the wet path towards the Burrow. Along the way, everyone rarely spoke, because they were all so tired that they just wanted to eat breakfast quickly.

When they turned a corner, the Burrow appeared, and a shout came from the path.

"Oh, thank goodness, thank goodness!"

Mrs. Weasley had apparently been waiting for them in the front yard when she ran towards them, wearing the slippers she wore in her bedroom. Her face was pale and nervous, and she clutched a rolled-up copy of the Daily Prophet in her hand.

"Arthur... I'm so worried, so worried..."She threw her arms around Mr. Weasley's neck, and The Daily Prophet slipped from her feeble hands to the ground.

Roger glanced at it and saw that the most striking layout read: "Horror at the Quidditch World Cup" printed on it, along with a glittering black-and-white photograph of the Black Devil logo hanging from the treetops.

"You're all right," Mrs. Weasley muttered in shock, letting go of Mr. Weasley, looking at them one by one with red eyes, "you're all alive... Oh, son..."

"Alright, alright, Molly, we're all safe. Mr. Weasley comforted her, and led her towards the house.

Roger picked up the newspaper, ready to take a closer look at what it said.

Everyone squeezed into the small kitchen, and Hermione made Mrs. Weasley a strong cup of tea, into which Mr. Weasley insisted on pouring a little Ogden's aged strong whiskey.

Roger put down the bulging backpack behind his back, leaned against the kitchen door and unfolded the newspaper to read it, and from time to time some words came out of his mouth: "The Ministry of Magic panics... Once again, the culprits were not caught... Extremely lax law and order... The Dark Wizard is at large... Bring shame to the country again ..."

"Who wrote this?" Mr. Weasley said, poking his head out and glancing at the newspaper, a little heavy, "Oh, of course it's her, Rita Skeeter... I should have guessed a long time ago. ”

Roger shrugged his shoulders and looked at the newspaper and continued: "Listen to this paragraph: those wizards panicked and waited with bated breath at the edge of the woods for news, hoping to be comforted by the Ministry of Magic, and sadly, they were disappointed. Shortly after the Dark Mark appeared, a Ministry of Magic official appeared, claiming that no one had been harmed, but refusing to reveal any more information. It remains to be seen whether his words will be enough to quell the rumors that several bodies were brought out of the woods an hour later. ”

"Oh my God," said Mr. Weasley, exasperated, "no one has been harmed... Rumors of several corpses being carried out of the woods... Well, now that she's writing something like that, it's bound to be a rumor. ”?

"That woman is specifically against the Ministry of Magic!" Percy, who also works at the Ministry of Magic, said angrily, "Last week, she also made a big story in the newspaper about the attack on the Ministry of Magic, and there was no progress in the arrest of the suspect!"

Then Roger was really curious: "You mean, the Ministry of Magic has a definite goal of who blew up their headquarters?"

Percy's face turned pink all of a sudden, and finally he said with a stiff face, "It's confidential, no comment." ”

Roger smiled, not too bad to choke him again.

After resting in his chair for a while, Mr. Weasley sighed deeply, "Molly, I have to go to the office, this matter needs to be clarified." ”

Mrs. Weasley looked very sad: "But, Arthur. It stands to reason that you're on vacation! This has nothing to do with your office. They could handle it without you..."

"I must go, Molly," said Mr. Weasley, "the situation at the Ministry of Magic is too precarious, first the attack, and now the Dark Mark. I'll go change into my robe and go..."

Harry couldn't control himself any longer, and tugged at Roger and Hermione's corners, and gave them a meaningful look, "I think we should pack our bags and see what we should buy in Diagon Alley in a few days." ”

The two naturally agreed without hesitation, and Ginny next to them also followed them out of the kitchen and went upstairs.

"What's going on, Harry?" they said as they entered Ginny's room on the third floor, and as soon as the door was closed, Ginny asked with concern.

Harry turned his face to look out the window at the brightening sky, turning his back to Roger and them, "It's a coincidence, don't you think?... My scar hurt, and three days later, the Death Eaters were marching, and Voldemort's symbol was back in the air. ”

"Cut~ What should I do, it's just this..."Roger sat down on the bed in disappointment: "Don't worry, the Death Eaters who appeared in the World Cup have nothing to do with Voldemort at all... Unless he is stupid enough to become senile, he will take the initiative to expose himself when he has a good time to recuperate. ”

"I understand these things," said the little savior, "but I saw him in a dream, and he and somebody... I can't remember the whole thing in my dream, but they must have been plotting... Plotting something. ”

Harry finally hesitated, almost saying "Kill me", but he couldn't bear to make the two girls' expressions even more frightened, because Ginny was already shocked.

"Does he have anything to do with you?" said Roger, clasping his fingers with his hands folded, and said mercilessly:

"With your current strength as weak as an explosion, you are not qualified to participate in Voldemort's affairs, because in his eyes you are a scum no different from a little bug... Now you're going to die if you touch him..."

It's true that Roger said this half-truth, when he encounters Voldemort, Harry doesn't have any ability to resist, but death in his hands may not be... Children of destiny must be privileged.

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