During the rest of the holidays, both Mr. Weasley and Percy were rarely at home. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Every morning, before the rest of the family got up, the two of them left the house and didn't come back until long after dinner.?

On Sunday evening, when they were about to return to Hogwarts the next day, Ginny sat on the carpet in front of the fireside in the living room, tinkering with her book of A Thousand Magical Herbs and Mushrooms with clear magic tape.

Mr. Weasley took his dinner on a tray and walked into the warm living room. He looked exhausted.

"Well, things are getting out of hand," he said to his wife, sitting in an armchair by the fireplace, listlessly fiddling with the crumpled cauliflower on his plate, "Rita Skeeter has been camping all week looking for more chaos to report on at the Ministry of Magic." Now that she had discovered the disappearance of poor old Bertha, it seemed that this was the headline of the Daily Prophet tomorrow. I told the people in the ministry to send someone to find her earlier. ”?

The rain was pouring down on the living room window. Mrs. Weasley was knitting things on the side, and she looked up worriedly when she heard her husband's words: "There are so many bad things that have happened this year... And the disappearance?"

"But I think she'll show up, poor old Bertha... Her memory is like a leaky crucible, and her sense of direction is so poor that she will get lost even if someone leads her..."Mr. Weasley took a bite of dinner and sighed deeply, "Eventful..."

The sound of raindrops crashing on the roof became louder, mixed with the terrible whistling and groaning of gusts of wind. After listening to the Ministry of Magic for a while, Roger went back to his room to pack his belongings, and the other day he and the Weasleys had gone to Diagon Alley to buy a lot of things, and exchanged some gold coins from Gringotts.

In addition to the textbooks for this year's class, there are a few new pens, twelve rolls of parchment, and the stuff that needs to be replenished in the ingredient box for potions... His lionfish spine powder and belladonna essence were running out.

Fortunately, the raw materials are all placed in the Potions classroom, otherwise the change bag will not be used this time, everything needs to be bought, and a suitcase alone may not be enough.

Of course, there are also a few new robes and dresses and robes that have been rewritten on the list issued by the school this year... It is a robe worn on formal occasions. But in fact, the current popular dress robes look similar to school robes, and the main wizard robes already look very retro, with loose, fat hems and long frightening.

Roger was inadvertently interested in this kind of dress, so he made a whole suit on his own initiative, a python shirt, a dark tie, a green suit waistcoat, a gray suit top and pinstriped pants, plus a purple coat... Of course, purple leather gloves and brown round scalp shoes are also indispensable... If you put on makeup on your face, you'll be alive......

The next morning, Roger woke up to a dreary atmosphere of the end of the holiday in his home. The rain was still crackling against the window, and he put on jeans and a T-shirt. The robes were changed again on the Hogwarts Express.

He and his twins had gone downstairs for breakfast, and had just reached the bend in the second floor when Mr. Weasley suddenly appeared at the bottom of the stairs, scrambling the parchment into his pocket.

"I need to get out of here...... I wish you all the best this semester, kids. Mr. Weasley said to Roger and the twins as he draped a cloak over his shoulders and prepared to apparition, "Molly, are you okay with sending the kids to King's Cross?"

"Of course," said Mrs. Weasley, "go and take care of the Mad-Eye, we'll be fine." ”

As soon as Mr. Weasley disappeared, Bill and Charlie walked into the kitchen.

"Anyone mentioned the Mad-Eye?" Bill asked, "what did he do again?"

"He said someone tried to break into his house last night. Mrs. Weasley said.

"Mad-Eye Moody?" said George, thoughtfully, slathering a layer of marmalade on his slice of bread, "that madman—"

"Your dad thinks highly of Mad-Eye Moody. Mrs. Weasley said sternly.

"yes, Daddy collects plugs, right?" Fred whispered as Mrs. Weasley left the room, "they're the same kind of people......

"Moody was a great wizard. Bill said.

"I've heard that he and Dumbledore are old friends," Roger said, chewing on the mush, "but Dumbledore himself is not a normal person in the ordinary sense..."

The two girls were just catching up with their conversation after washing and flicking their half-dried hair, and Hermione asked curiously, "Who is the Mad-Eyed Man?"

"Alastor Moody, the Mad-Eye is his nickname, and you know where it came from when you see him," Roger said, smashing out the stack of bread on his plate.

"He used to work for the Ministry of Magic, he was an Auror, and now he's retired and at home... Said to be the best of the Aurors, a master of catching Dark Wizards. Half of the cells in Azkaban were filled by him. But he also made a lot of enemies for himself... Mainly the relatives of those who were caught by him ... But as he got older, he was a bit of a precursor to Alzheimer's... I don't believe in anything, I look like a dark wizard..."

The boy sandwiched two slices of bread with bacon and omelette and two slices of lettuce, and the pirated meat bun tasted good.

The little savior, who also arrived later, interjected at this time, "When I was at home, I heard Sirius talk to others about how Mad-Eye Moody would be the new professor at Hogwarts... Listening to the tone, they seemed to be quite familiar with each other. ”

"Their relationship is definitely not ordinary," Roger said casually, "They are all guys who oppose the rule of the mysterious people, and they may still be comrades-in-arms more than ten years ago..."

After breakfast, Bill and Charlie decided to drop off everyone at King's Cross, and Percy repeatedly apologized that he was too busy to get out.

They were standing in the rain-pouring courtyard, watching the taxi driver carry six heavy Hogwarts suitcases into the car.

Mrs. Weasley plucked up her courage and booked three regular Muggle taxis to take them to London using the phone at the village post office.

"Arthur had wanted to borrow the Ministry's car to see us off," Mrs. Weasley whispered to the three guests, "but the Ministry's car wouldn't be available... Oh my gosh, they don't look very happy, do they?"?

It's okay to have a lot of people and a lot of boxes, but the average taxi driver rarely transports a manic owl... The birds in Harry's cage were being drenched in the rain, and they were tossing and turning loudly, and the sound was deafening...