Then there was a moment of silence, and then Bill told them about their side—

“。。。 Suddenly there was a loud thunderous bang, and I think he used the same loud spell as Mr. Ludorman did when he was presiding over the World Cup, and then," Bill said, after a pause, continued, "and the mysterious man called out the name of the mysterious man, and we were all startled. Then we were caught off guard, and he dropped a bomb like a big dung egg, and it exploded, and we and the Death Eaters all passed out. ”

"There should be life and death water in it, and when we wake up, he is gone, and the dark mark appears in the night sky." Charlie said, and then couldn't help but sigh to himself, "That man should be a very interesting person, who would have thought that after he used the name of a mysterious man to scare us, he didn't use any powerful magic, but used a bomb with life and death water?" ”

"Yes, it's simple and effective, I really want to make friends with him if I have the chance!" Bill also said.

"yes, and he did something very nice before he left." Charlie suddenly couldn't help but laugh and said.

"What did he do?" Fred and George asked in unison, their eyes glancing at Maple as they spoke.

"With the exception of the hooded Death Eaters, the rest of the people who were having fun with them were all stripped naked, leaving only their underwear." Bill replied.

"Hahahaha!" Harry couldn't help but laugh, and Fred and George looked at each other and smiled. When Bill talked about the man's style of action, they felt that it was very similar to the style of a person they were very familiar with, and this time it was even more real, and this thing must have been done by Maple.

Hermione was more convinced of this conjecture than they did, because she didn't believe that Maple could be separated from her and Harry Ron so easily, and that would make sense if she went in the opposite direction.

Harry and Ron were also a little suspicious, but they didn't expose it in front of Mr. Weasley and Bill.

"By the way, Mr. Weasley, what are you talking about Death Eaters?" Harry asked.

"This is what the believers of the mystery man call themselves." "I think we saw the remnants of them tonight, who somehow escaped and weren't locked up in Azkaban," Bill said. ”

"We can't prove it's them, Bill." Mr. Weasley said. "But it's likely." He said helplessly.

"Yes, I guess so!" Ron suddenly said, "Dad, we met Draco Malfoy in the woods, and he actually pretty much told us that his dad was one of those masked lunatics!" We all know that the Malfoys used to have a good relationship with the mysterious man! ”

"But Voldemort's followers," said Harry, and everyone shuddered. Harry knew that the Weasleys, like most people in the wizarding world, had always avoided saying Voldemort's name, but he didn't expect that even Mr. Weasley, an adult wizard, would react so much to Voldemort's name. Harry and Hermione immediately understood why Maple had been able to get hold so easily.

"I'm sorry," Harry said quickly, "what do the followers of the Mystic want to do to get Muggles hanging in the air?" I mean, what's the point? ”

"Meaning?" Mr. Weasley chuckled dryly and said, "Harry, that's how they make fun. In the past, when Mysteries were in power, they killed half of Muggles for fun. I guess they've had a few more drinks tonight, and I can't help but remind us that they still have a lot of people out there. They had a nice little party. ”

"But if they're Death Eaters, why do they apparilate at the sight of the Dark Mark?" Ron asked, "They should be glad to see it, right?" ”

Think about it, Ron," said Bill, "if they were Death Eaters, and the Mysteries would have done everything they could to keep them out of Azkaban, and would have made up all sorts of lies that the Mysteries had forced them to kill and torture in the first place. I bet they're more scared to see him come back than the rest of us. After the fall of the mystery man, they denied that they had anything to do with him and went back to living a normal life - I don't think the mystery man will be very happy with them, what do you say? ”

"So, the one who conjured the Dark Mark of—" Hermione said slowly, "is this done to show support for the Death Eaters, or to scare them away?" ”

"That's what we guessed, Hermione," said Mr. Weasley, "and Maple is right, only the Death Eaters know how to conjure that mark. I'm sure the person who conjured the marker must have been a Death Eater before, though maybe not now—

That's it, it's getting late, and if your mom hears about it, she'll be terribly worried. We grabbed the time to get a few hours of sleep, then got the key to the house early, and got out of here. ”

Everyone else changed into their pajamas and went to bed, but Harry couldn't sleep.

He remembered what had happened three days ago, and it felt like a long time ago, but in reality it had only been three days—and he woke up to the scar on his forehead that was excruciatingly painful. Tonight, Voldemort's mark appeared in the air for the first time in thirteen years. What does all this mean?

Harry lay on his back on the bed, looking at the canvas canopy with a lot of thoughts, and it was a long time before Harry finally fell asleep.

"Master, there's an interesting thing happening at the Quidditch World Cup." Clearle said to Voldemort.

"Oh?"

"Malfoy's and they played Muggle tricks with their hoods on after Quidditch," Claire said, Bellatrix snorted in displeasure, "and then, someone released your mark, and Malfoy and they all scared away." ”

"Well, it's good news that there is a servant who is outcast, loyal to me," Voldemort seemed to be in a good mood, and then continued, "have you heard of his whereabouts?" ”

"No, but," Claire said, as she added, "It's strange that Barty Crouch, the head of the Department of International Exchange and Cooperation at the Ministry of Magic, has captured his house-elf by Amos Diggory from the Department of Magical Beasts Control and Control of the Ministry of Magic, as if it was after the Quidditch World Cup. ”

"It turned out to be him!" Bellatrix suddenly said suddenly.

"Master, do you know who he is?" Clearll said.

"Well," Voldemort replied, then said amusefully, "it looks like we're going to have to pay a visit to this former law enforcement dignitary of the Ministry of Magic!" ”

Maple and the others got up early the next morning, and Mr. Weasley magically put the tent away and put it in his backpack, and then they left the camp as quickly as possible.

When they arrived at the place where the portkey was kept, they found that there were already a lot of people here, and they surrounded Basil, the keeper of the portkey, and they were all clamoring to leave the camp as soon as possible. Mr. Weasley and Basil discussed it in a few words, and they all stood in the line, and finally received an old tire before the sun had risen, and it was time to return to Weasel Mountain.

In the twilight of dawn, they walked through the village of Autrie-St. Cachpole and 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. The newspaper was printed with a caption - Horror scenes from the Quidditch World Cup, accompanied by flashing black and white photos of the Black Magic mark 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, "it's great that you're all alive, oh, son—"

Mrs. Weasley hugged her sons and burst into tears.

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

"Bill," he said, lowering his voice, "pick up that paper, I want to see what it says"

They all huddled into the small kitchen, Hermione made Mrs. Weasley a strong cup of tea, Mr. Weasley insisted on pouring a little Ogden Aged Hard Whiskey into it, and Bill handed the newspaper to his father. Mr. Weasley hurried through the first edition, and Percy looked over his shoulder.

"I knew it would be like this," said Mr. Weasley heavily, "the Ministry of Magic is panicked—the criminals are not caught—the law and order is lax—the dark wizards are at large—bringing shame on the country—who wrote this?" Ah—it's her, naturally—Rita Skeeter. ”

"That woman is against the Ministry of Magic!" Percy said angrily, "She said last week that we should have done our best to get rid of the vampires, but we were nitpicking on the thickness of the cauldron—"

"All right, Percy," said Bill, yawning, "no more. ”

"Mentioned me." Mr. Weasley's eyes widened from behind the lenses as he read the end of the Daily Prophet article.

"Where?" Mrs. Weasley choked on a sip of whiskey tea and coughed and asked, "If I had seen you, I would have known you were still alive!" ”

"No name," said Mr. Weasley, "listen to this passage:

The wizards panicked, holding their breath by 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, handing Percy the paper, "no one has been harmed. What should I say? 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. ”

He sighed deeply. "Molly, I have to go to the office, this matter needs to be clarified."

"I'll go with you, Daddy," said Percy proudly, "Mr. Crouch will certainly need everyone to be in place, and I may hand him my report of the cauldron myself." ”

With that, he rushed out of the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley looked very sad. "Arthur, it stands to reason that you're on vacation! This has nothing to do with your office, and they can handle it without you, right? ”

"I must go, Molly," said Mr. Weasley, "I made things worse." I'll go change into my robes and go-"

After Mr. Weasley left, Harry abruptly took Ron. Hermione and Maple called Ron's room, and after closing the door, Harry told them about his scar.

Hermione gasped and immediately began to make suggestions, listing a whole bunch of reference titles, and a bunch of names, from Albus Dumbledore to Hogwarts Doctor Madam Pomfrey.

Ron just looked dumbfounded. "But—he's not there, is he? I mean—the last time your scar hurt, mysterious—Voldemort was at Hogwarts, right? ”

Maple's use of Voldemort's name to easily deal with the Death Eaters seems to have greatly affected Ron, and he began to take the initiative to say the name of the Falling Demons. Perhaps, as Dumbledore said, the fear of a name reinforces the fear of the thing itself.

As Voldemort's name became more and more pronounced, Ron's fear of him seemed to fade a lot.

"Harry, I'm sorry, I can't give you a reasonable explanation. My only suggestion is Professor Dumbledore! Maple said bluntly.

Seeing Harry's expression, Maple said, "Don't be embarrassed, Harry. Your scar is the mark that Voldemort left on you after his defeat, and it is no ordinary magical scar. I don't think Madam Pomfrey or St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic or Wizardry can explain your scars.

And in this world, the person who knows Voldemort best is Professor Dumbledore. If he can't explain it clearly, I'm afraid no one will know the answer to this matter! ”

"Well, I'll talk to Professor Dumbledore when school starts." Harry said, seeing Harry's expression, Maple felt sorry, he could have had a more suitable person to talk to, but Maple interfered with the incident.

"Maple, you're the one who stunned Bill!" Ron said, diverting the heavy topic.

"Now that you've guessed it, why are you asking me what I'm doing?" Maple said.

"What about you"

"There's Malfoy in there, and two big stupid-looking tall men, like Malfoy's two henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle—"

"They must be Crabbe and Goyle's father, no wonder those two stupid big men have been Malfoy's sidekicks since first grade, and their father has known each other for a long time." Ron said suddenly.

"I also found a secret from them!" Maple said in a sudden low voice.

"What's the secret?" Harry asked with concern.

"I noticed that they all had a black black mark on their left arm!" Maple told them that this was also a preparation for the future, there was no need to take Peter Pettigrew out, just to verify the Dark Mark and prove to Harry that Sirius Black was innocent.

"Dark mark? The same mark as the one in the night sky last year? Hermione's mouth opened in surprise.

"Yes, I checked all the hooded guys yesterday and they all had this pattern on their left arm, and I think that's what Bill said Death Eaters have." Maple said.

For the next week, both Mr. Weasley and Percy were rarely home. Every morning, before the rest of the family was up, the two of them left the house and did not return until long after dinner.

"What a mess," Percy told them in a matter-of-fact manner, that it was a Sunday night and that they would be returning to Hogwarts the next day, "and that I had been fighting a fire for the whole week." People keep sending yelling letters, and of course, if you don't open them right away, they're going to explode. There were burnt marks everywhere on my desk, and the best quills had turned into a pile of cinders. ”

"Why do they all send howling letters?" Ginny asked.

"Complaining about the safety of the World Cup." Percy said, "They want compensation for their damaged property." Mundunges Fletch made a claim for a tent with twelve bedrooms and a jacuzzi, but I got to the bottom of it. I knew he was actually spending the night under a cloak held on a stick. ”

Fred and George were speechless, this guy Mundungus had handled so many transactions of their eight-eyed giant spider venom, and he should have accumulated a lot of money in his hands, why did he still have a dirty thief's face?

Mrs. Weasley glanced at the old man's clock in the corner. It had nine gold needles, each with the name of a member of the Weasley family engraved on it. There are no numbers on the face of the clock, but it is written where each member of the family may be. There are "home", "school" and "work", as well as "on the road", "missing", "hospital", "prison", and at twelve o'clock on the ordinary clock, it is marked "life is in danger".

At this moment, the eight needles all point to the location of "home", and Mr. Weasley's one, the longest of the nine, still points to "work". Mrs. Weasley sighed.

"Since the day the mystery man lost power, your dad hasn't had to work overtime on weekends." "Now they're going to wear him out," she said. If he doesn't come back quickly, his dinner will be ruined. ”

"Hey, Daddy thinks he's going to have to make up for the mistakes he made on the day of the finals, right?" Percy said, "To be honest, it's a bit unwise for him to speak in public without consulting his department head—"

"It's all Skeeter's nasty woman's letters, how dare you blame your dad for that!" Mrs. Weasley was furious and said.

"If Dad doesn't say anything, Rita's old fellow will comment that the people in the Ministry of Magic don't say a word and lose their identity." Bill, who was playing chess with Ron, said, "Rita Skeeter never writes good things about people. Remember, she interviewed all the spell breakers at Gringotts once, and she called me 'Hairy Ghost'! ”

"I say, your hair is a little long, my dear," Mrs. Weasley said gently, "just let me—"

"No, Mom."

The rain was pouring down on the living room window. Hermione read intently the Standard Spell, Level 4. When they went to watch the World Cup, Mrs. Weasley bought all of their textbooks.

Charlie was knitting a fireproof jumper, and Harry was wiping his firebolt from the Broomstick Care Manual.

Maple was contemplating a new gadget he had envisioned, completely less anxious than he had been when he had heard Trelawney's prophecy last semester.

Yes, Maple has put 10,000 hearts. He didn't worry about Hermione's safety anymore, because he had drawn a new card before, a super awesome card-

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