Harry's impressions of his mother were all taken from other people, and Sirius spoke a lot about them.

In Sirius's mouth, Lily Evans is a person who loves him very much, a great mother, but if you talk about what kind of person she is, she always talks about him, just saying that she is a very good wizard.

It was only this meeting with Horace that Harry had a vague idea of how good his mother was. A person who can make Horace have been entangled in bloodline, the talent should be jaw-dropping.

"You know Professor Slughorn?" Harry asked, sipping onion soup.

"He used to teach me and Arthur." Mrs. Weasley said, and thoughtfully cut two slices of bread for the two of them, "He was at Hogwarts many years ago, probably around the same time as Dumbledore. ”

"You're curious about him? Do you like him? ”

Harry and Hermione looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders in unison, and Weasley couldn't help but smile at this.

"I see, in fact, neither Arthur nor I like him, especially Arthur. When he was still at Hogwarts, he always liked to give his students a small stove, but he never wanted to spend time with Arthur, maybe he thought Arthur was not as good as his students......" Mrs. Weasley laughed, "However, this time Slughorn has lost his eyes, maybe Ron has written to tell you that Arthur has been promoted!" ”

"Great!" Harry quickly swallowed a mouthful of soup and said.

Mrs. Weasley was obviously waiting for his reaction, and couldn't wait to say, "That's right, in order to deal with the current situation, Scrimgeour has set up several new departments, and Arthur is now the head of the 'Shoddy Defense Charm and Protective Equipment Detection and Collection Office'!" ”

"It's important, he's in charge of ten people!"

"Shoddy...... What is that? Harry glanced at Hermione next to her, who was concentrating on her meal, and had to ask herself.

"That's right...... Mrs. Weasley explained, "because of the Mysteries, everyone is now in a state of panic, so there are some people who get strange things out and sell them for money, saying that they can defend against the Mysteries and the Death Eaters." ”

"But we all know that it's useless. It is said to be a self-defense potion, but in fact it is a broth with a little boba tuber, and the so-called defense charm, which is even more deceptive......"

"You know Mondongues, that guy who sells all kinds of shoddy things, he's been making a lot of money lately, and Arthur has been angry several times for this, but that guy is too good at dodging......"

"That's all...... It shouldn't be that the Ministry of Magic deliberately created a new department, right? Harry asked.

"No, no, no, there are occasional bad incidents." Mrs. Weasley said, "The other day Arthur confiscated a batch of speculums, all of which were cursed, and must have been done by the Death Eaters!" ”

"So you see, his work now is very important."

At this point, Hermione put down the spoon in her hand, and the onion soup had been drunk all night. She wiped her mouth and asked, "Is Mr. Weasley still at work?" Haven't come back yet? ”

Mrs. Weasley glanced at the large clock she had placed next to her, and the nine hands on it all pointed to mortal danger. Harry and Hermione noticed this, too, and were a little curious, as it wasn't like this before.

Arthur said he would come back around midnight, but who knows...... Ignore this clock, it's been like this for a while, from ......"

"After that night at the Ministry of Magic?" Hermione asked.

"I guess so...... Probably, I don't remember exactly. Mrs. Weasley's face was a little unnatural, and it was clear that she didn't want to continue the conversation.

At this moment, the pointer representing Mr. Weasley suddenly jumped to the "On the Road" option, and Mrs. Weasley couldn't help but shout happily, "He's back!" ”

With that, she hurried to the door and listened carefully to the movement outside the door. Sure enough, a knock was heard at the door after a while.

"Arthur?" She asked cautiously.

"Yes." Mr. Weasley's voice came from outside the door, tired, "But if I were a Death Eater, I would say the same." So...... Ask questions, dear! ”

"Oh no, Arthur, this ......"

"Molly!"

"Okay, okay, what's your biggest ambition?"

"Figure out how the plane can stay in the sky."

Mrs. Weasley nodded, and was about to open the door, but the door did not move, and Mr. Weasley was holding the handle on the other end.

"Molly, I'm going to ask you that question again!"

"Arthur, that's enough, it's ridiculous!"

As if he hadn't heard it, Mr. Weasley said, "What do you like me to call you when we're alone?" ”

"Mo ...... Molly trembled a little......"

"That's right!"

At this moment, Mrs. Weasley opened the door with a red face, and Mr. Weasley's tall, thin figure appeared in the doorway, dusty, hat and cloak in hand.

Mrs. Weasley hugged him tightly, still with a hint of grumbling in her words.

"Why do you have to come here every time you come home? You know, those Death Eaters will force you to give you the answer first, and then impersonate you! ”

"They made it totally!"

"I know, but my dear, it's a ministry rule, and I have to set an example." Mr. Weasley replied with a smile, and with a flick of the things in his hands, they obediently landed on the hanger, and when he looked up, he saw Harry and Hermione sitting at the table.

"Harry, Hermione!" He greeted them warmly and shook hands with the two, "I thought you would come tomorrow!" ”

"What is this...... Onion soup! Great, I've got to get a bowl! ”

Mrs. Weasley poured him a bowl, and he drank half of it in one gulp, burping loudly, and a strong smell of onions permeated.

He covered his mouth a little embarrassed and said, "I'm sorry, I'm so tired......"

"Tonight, we caught a guy who sells transformation badges, saying that he can change his appearance at will."

"What about the actual situation?"

"It's just that the face will turn yellow, but there are also a few people who have ugly sarcomas on their faces, like tentacles, that have been sent to St. Mungo."

"That's why you're back so late?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"Of course not!" Mr. Weasley immediately replied, "Well, we received a report that someone had cast a dangerous backfire charm, but by the time we arrived, the Magical Law Enforcement Division had already taken care of it......"

At this time, Harry gave a big hacher, and Hermione's eyes were a little misty. Seeing this, Mrs. Weasley said, "Go to bed, I've prepared Fred and George's room for you, Harry, where you sleep...... Hermione, you're going to have to squeeze in with Ginny, but I don't think she slept yet, she's been sleeping late lately......"

"What about the two of them?" Harry asked, getting up.

"In Diagon Alley, they're doing a good business right now, and they're living there...... Come on, your box is already in there......" As she spoke, Mrs. Weasley suddenly reacted and asked Hermione, "Hermione, where's your luggage?" Why didn't you see it? ”

Hermione put Crook Hill on the ground, then patted her pocket and smiled, "I've got it with me." ”

"That's good." Mrs. Weasley smiled and stroked Hermione's hair, then pushed the two of them upstairs.