Go back to the tent.

Hermione and Ron breathed a sigh of relief when they were cautious and relieved to see that someone familiar was coming back from outside.

George and Fred also put away the rotten eggs and fireworks.

"Good news! Malfoy is caught! As soon as he entered the tent, Sirius raised his arms and cheered at George, whom he had also heard about the second year.

"Young or old?" George subconsciously asked.

"It's Lucius Malfoy." Sirius was excited, and he put his arm around Arthur's shoulder, "Be happy, Arthur, it's all family here, there's no need to hide it." ”

George and Fred cheered.

"If only we could get little Malfoy in there." Ron sighed, a little lost.

Fred immediately shook his head: "No, no, no, my dear brother, little Malfoy can't be captured, if he leaves, we will have much less fun." ”

Hermione, who circled around Harry and checked for any wounds on his body, immediately raised her head and looked at the two of them with a serious look in her eyes: "So this year you still plan to make Gryffindor only a pitiful few tens?" ”

"We'll try to be as hidden." George immediately raised his hand and solemnly assured.

Fred was just as serious: "What you told us Hermione is very useful, and we will learn and practice it in the new school year." ”

Hermione blushed slightly.

"You guys, do it." Arthur and Harry spoke together.

George was stunned.

Fred wondered, "Daddy can understand that, but Harry, why?"

"When school started, Malfoy was a kid without a father." Harry was expressionless.

George exclaimed, "Harry, you always say things that I don't expect. ”

"We can make little Malfoy feel fatherly again." Fred tried to keep his face straight and make a serious gesture like Percy, "Fatherly love from the Weasleys." ”

"Don't go too far." Arthur admonished, "At least don't let your mother know, she'll send a yelling letter." ”

George and Fred agreed.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

The reappearance of the Dark Mark, whether it was real or a joke that the Ministry of Magic had hoped for, the kind that had ravaged Great Britain for decades undoubtedly evoked the greatest fear buried in the depths of the wizard's heart.

Scrimgeour looked tired and came over to talk to Harry.

The night was dark.

The Weasleys stayed in the tent, Arthur squeezed into one room with Sirius and Lupin, George and Fred in one room, Ron and Harry in the same room, and as the girls, Ginny and Hermione slept in the same room.

By this time, however, everyone else had fallen asleep.

Only Harry and Hermione remained.

In the empty living room, there were only three people and the smell of tiny insects.

"Mr. Potter, you're really in trouble with our Auror office." Scrimgeour looked tired and took the black tea that Hermione had poured, "Dozens of dark wizards suspected of being Death Eaters, you just grabbed two purebloods. ”

"One of them is also the head of the Malfoy family."

Harry took a glass of milk: "That's supposed to make those purebloods reflect, I deliberately caught Malfoy, but that, I didn't choose that." ”

Scrimgeour sighed and took a sip of black tea, "Are you really sure that house-elf you see is Twinkle?" The one from Mr. Crouch's house. ”

As he spoke, he paused, "I'm asking you in my capacity as the head of the Auror Office. ”

Harry nodded, "No matter how many times, I'm sure I'm sure I've seen something." ”

Scrimgeour rubbed his head in pain, and after a moment, he looked at Harry with a wry, "One more thing, Rita Skeeter is outside, do you want to meet her?" ”

Harry shook his head, refusing decisively, "I don't want to." ”

He had been in contact with the reporter when school started last year, and when he was at the train station, he was as noisy as a mosquito, and he tried to use not very powerful magic to induce Harry to say something shocking, and it seemed that there were no qualified troubadours in this world except for the Sorting Hat.

"Then I'll help you stop her." Scrimgeour stood up, "Mr. Potter, have a good night's sleep. ”

He turned away.

The tent was quiet again.

There were only a few children's dreams left, muttering muttered muttered muttered words.

Early the next morning.

Harry had just come back from exercising outside when he heard Hermione's angry voice in the tent, Harry opened the curtain and peeked in, and saw her slapping the table hard, making Crookshank Mountain and Hedwig shiver in fear.

She held a copy of the Daily Prophet in her hand, and it was the words she was reading that ignited her emotions.

"How can it! How could he say that! Hermione gritted her teeth, her hands flushed, but the slightest pain didn't dampen her anger.

Harry grabbed her hand and picked up the newspaper with his other, "What's wrong?" ”

Hermione didn't speak, still angry.

Harry looked at it.

The headline on the front page is exactly what happened last night, the huge Dark Mark with a long snake in its mouth, and next to the Black Mark marker, there are pictures of three people, Lucius who was trampled on the ground by Harry, looking confused, and Avery with a green face and half dead.

and Harry, who was expressionless, dressed in leather armor, holding a wand in one hand and a snakebone sword in the other.

In the newspaper, the events of the previous night were described in great detail.

Details to.

"As far as I know, Mr. Malfoy was deliberately captured by Harry Potter, and in Mr. Malfoy's defense, he repeatedly emphasized that he was controlled by the Imperius Curse, and although the testimony was invalidated, it was Azkaban who awaited Mr. Malfoy."

"The other Mr. Avery, who was not even able to attend the Ministry of Magic's interrogation, was still in St. Mungo's first aid, and it is reported that he was poisoned during his fight with Mr. Potter, which was the venom of a basilisk, an extremely evil creature of dark magic."

"We have to talk about this immortal boy, the legendary savior, the successor of Gryffindor - Harry Potter, he is a very talented little wizard, but also a very restless little wizard, a Hogwarts student revealed to me that when he graduated last year, Mr. Potter had a conflict with a professor, and even cut off the professor's arm, but this matter was suppressed by Headmaster Dumbledore, who was also from Gryffindor, was extremely fond of Mr. Potter, and had to tutor Mr. Potter once a week."

"Independent thinking is a wizard's greatest asset."

"The author, who was born in Ravenclaw, couldn't help but think after hearing these news, could Harry Potter really be the savior?"

"The savior I expect is a white wizard who is more merciful and great than Dumbledore, not a wizard who is good at killing swordsmanship, using poison, and clashing with the professor and injuring the professor."

Today's state is a bit of a problem.,The first two chapters are okay.,I'll adjust it at night.,Work hard tomorrow!!

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