Chapter 473: Unheard of Attack

"What?" Ginny turned to look at her mother, "Eight excellent? ”

You must know that under normal circumstances, each young wizard in the fifth grade will only have nine classes.

It's rare to have twelve excellent courses like Bill and Percy, and all the electives have been examined, and there won't be one in a few years.

Hermione had taken eleven exams this year, and she had given up divination and Muggle studies in favor of alchemy.

Owen was also eleven, and he did not have Muggle studies or arithmetic divination.

"I never knew about you, Mom."

"It seems that Charlie, Bill, and the Twins inherit their ingenuity, and now it is very clear." Owen said with a smile as he bit the apple.

"Of course." Mrs. Weasley pridered slightly, "After I graduated from Hogwarts, Gringotts invited me to join them as a spell breaker.

Just the last."

"Alright, alright, it's all in the past, oh - good news for you, kids, your dad, got promoted."

"In response to the current situation, Rufus Scrimgeour has created several new departments, and Arthur is now in charge of the 'Office of Reconnaissance and Seizure of Shoddy Defense Charms and Protective Equipment'. It's a very important job, and now there are 10 people under me. Mrs. Weasley said with a smile.

But neither Ron nor Ginny, nor the others present, could see some loneliness in her eyes.

At this time, everyone will remember, how can the mother of a group of genius children be an unknown ordinary person?

After graduating from Hogwarts with honors, she turned down a job at Gringotts, probably because she was pregnant at the time, pregnant with the Weasleys' first child, Bill. Or because of his love with Arthur, he can't do the job of a Gringotts spell solver who runs around the world.

But she was fascinated by Gilderoy Lockhart, and it was perhaps not Lockhart's greasy face that fascinated her, but his stories of freedom and adventure.

She's also a Gryffindor.

She also had courage.

She only chose the latter when she chose to be the mother of Molly Pritt and the children.

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The atmosphere around was a bit somber.

But Mrs. Weasley didn't seem to notice, she still said to herself, "You know, the mystery people, [the pretenders] [the purges] and so on, make everyone panic, and people everywhere get some strange things out to sell for money, saying that they can defend against the mystery people and the Death Eaters.

Can you imagine that kind of thing, the so-called self-defense potion, which is actually a broth with a little lymphatic pus, an operating guide to defend against spells, and actually just makes you lose your ears, and ...... Alas, in general, it is only people like Mundungus Fletch who do these bad things, who have not worked well for a day in their lives, and now take advantage of people's fears.

But occasionally, there will be bursts of vicious incidents. Arthur confiscated a box of enchanted speculums that day."

She will have him.

With eyes shining and emotions connecting with your husband, you will feel angry, happy, and sad for him.

But in her story, there is no one alone.

"Mom-" Ginny suddenly stood up and hugged Molly.

She shoved her head into her mother's arms.

For some reason, my heart overflowed with infinite sadness.

Ron was also a little moved, he quickly got up, and the family of three hugged each other.

Owen thought they should have a lot to say.

He winked and took Hermione to his feet and left the garden.

Harry and Koatel also left to create a space for the Weasleys to be alone.

A warm wind blows in the mountains.

In the countryside, it's summer, but it's not very hot.

On the contrary, it is somewhat comfortable.

Owen and Hermione met in the back hills, found an exposed rock, and sat down holding hands.

In front of them was the fence of the Weasley house, with countless tall fruit trees standing upright, as if they could not see their heads.

"It's sad." Hermione muttered, "She's dedicated her life to the Weasleys. ”

"I don't think the word contribution is accurate." Owen took Hermione's left hand with his left hand, his right hand around her waist, and the little witch leaned against him, her head resting on his shoulder, "Compared to Harry, I, Koyatl, my mother is a harbor that can never sail into." ”

"She's happy, too."

Hermione looked up, looked at the boy's side face and said, "I just think that the two of them should have a better ending together." ”

"Yes! Strive for a better place. That's what sets you apart from other girls. Owen lowered his head and looked at Hermione, "You know the script of your life, you are not a sequel to your parents, not a prequel to your children, and not a friend's story. ”

"When they all think you're weird, that's when you're yourself."

"Nobody saw it."

"I see it."

Hearing this, Hermione's face turned red all at once.

The neck and ears are red.

She turned her head away to look at the orchard in the distance.

The wind is blowing on your back.

She leaned deeper against the boy next to her.

In the afternoon, Owen and Hermione asked Kreacher to take them back to the Black House.

Pack your things.

They went to their home in the village of Hogsmeade.

Rufus Scrimgeour only asked Harry to stay in the Burrow, and Koyatl wouldn't necessarily stay in the Burrow.

After all, there are too many of them, and the room is going to be too big to live.

In the evening, they returned to the Burrow.

Mrs. Weasley had already prepared a sumptuous dinner.

The table was filled with a variety of foods.

Owen puts a rune on Shylock's restraint collar, and the provincial cat is lured elsewhere by the goblins.

As for Bakar, with Hagrid, the silver dragon is not hungry.

In the room, Mrs. Weasley suddenly stood up from her chair.

"He's back." She said, her gaze glancing over the clock on the living room wall.

The hand that belonged to Mr. Arthur was pointing to 'home'.

Mrs. Weasley took the bulbous handle in her hand, pressed her face against the wooden door, and called softly, "Arthur, is that you?" ”

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

"Oh, honestly......" Mrs. Weasley said with some embarrassment.

"Molly"

"Okay, okay...... What is your greatest ambition? ”

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

Hermione tilted her head and said to Ginny, "What are they doing?" ”

It won't be a little fun.

With someone living in her head, she couldn't help but think in that direction.

"Oh, you don't know yet!" Ginny said, "It's a safety manual authorized by the Ministry of Magic." ”

"It advises family members, co-workers, and friends to agree on a security code to identify the Death Eaters' use of Polyjuice decoction to impersonate others or [pretenders]."

“.” Hermione, a little surprised, looked at the door with her bright brown eyes, "How could this be useful." ”

"Whether it's the Death Eaters impersonating or the [pretenders], they're sure they've searched the victim's memories in advance."

"Psychological comfort." Ginny muttered as she took a sip of juice, "What can an ordinary wizard do?" ”

"Hmm-" Hermione was speechless, although she wanted to refute the Ministry of Magic's useless work as a waste of precious social resources and the credibility of the government, but after thinking about it, she really couldn't think of a better way, so she had to give up.

In front of the door - Mrs. Weasley nodded and turned the handle to open it, but it was clear that Mr. Weasley was clutching the doorknob tightly outside, and the door remained still.

"Molly, I'm going to ask you that question first."

"Arthur, seriously, this is ridiculous......"

"What do you like me to call you when we're alone?"

Even in the dim lamp of the table, Koyatl, Harry, and Hermione could clearly see Mrs. Weasley's face flush all at once.

Owen laughed, then said in an old-fashioned tone, "It looks like we're part of their play." ”

"Huh?" Hermione's face also looked a little red, and she looked at Owen in a daze, thinking for a moment before it dawned on her.

Then he kicked him very quickly, signaling him to quickly bow his head and drink the soup.

Of course, if Owen was so obedient, he wouldn't be Owen.

He pricked up his ears and stared at the doorway.

Ron was embarrassed, and Ginny tried to make the spoon clink in the bowl.

Molly shuddered. Mrs. Weasley whispered embarrassedly into the crack by the door.

"That's right," said Mr. Weasley, "now you can let me in." ”

Mrs. Weasley opened the door, and her husband appeared, a balding, red-haired, skinny wizard wearing a pair of horn-framed glasses and a dusty travel cloak.

"I still don't understand why you have to come here every time you come home." Mrs. Weasley said as she helped her husband take off his cloak, her face still flushed slightly, "I mean, they're going to search the victim's memories. ”

"I know, but I have to lead by example. What's it – onion soup? Hmmm—it smells so good! ”

Mr. Weasley smiled and looked over his wife's cheek into the dining room.

"Oh—welcome, it's been a long time since I've seen you sit together so neatly. It's been about a year. ”

He smiled even more happily.

Walking over and shaking hands with them in turn, Mr. Weasley finally sat down in the chair next to Owen, who also placed a bowl of hot soup in front of him.

"We're really part of their play." Owen whispered something in Hermione's ear.

The little witch's cheeks were slightly red, but she nodded in affirmation.

Didn't you see Mr. Weasley happier?

Dinner, spent in a pleasant atmosphere.

Most of the time is spent with Mr. Arthur talking about the difficult prank props he encounters at work.

Oh, and it's supposed to be called a Defense Against the Dark Arts prop.

Although in Owen's eyes, most of them are not even as good as the Weasley Twins' prank props.

There is nothing to be noticed in the domestic news.

It's abroad - Mr. Arthur said that a few days ago the Federation's special operations team (Dumbledore wanted to establish a wizarding army. A [Pretender] who tried to infiltrate the Federation's headquarters was captured in Sweden, and is now imprisoned on the seventh floor of the Magical Handicapped Hospital in Paris, France, where the area originally used to hold heavy mutant wizards, the kind of wizards who are only a foot away from the [Children of Omen], so the building is quite sturdy, and countless protective spells are cast.

It seems that the Federation is using it as a laboratory for the study of [Pretenders], hoping to find a way to find out this monster.

Owen didn't know about it, he didn't need to be involved in the day-to-day operation of the hospital, the Rozier family was in charge, and this time it was probably his grandmother's arrangement.

After dinner, everyone played around in the back garden for a while.

Although Mrs. Weasley graciously invited them to live in the Burrow, they could always stay if they were squeezed in, and Bill, Charlie, and the Twins' rooms were still empty.

But Koyatl chose to go back to Black's ancestral home.

And Owen and Hermione, they, Mrs. Weasley, didn't stop them too much, it was she who reminded Owen to pay attention to her age or something, and then let them go.

A good night's sleep.

Early in the morning, Owen plans to go to the village of Hogsmeade to buy something.

Miss Granger got up before him.

She was holding a large pile of newspapers, the Daily Prophet and some of the "Contrarians" for a month.

Trying to figure out what's been going on in Britain lately.

After washing, he pulled Hermione and went out.

What is there to see about newspapers.

It's all news from the past.

"There are so many people!"

Detouring the gravel path, the two came to the main road.

The cacophony of sounds instantly attracted them.

"Are there so many people here during the summer vacation?" Hermione was surprised, there were wizards everywhere, but everyone's faces weren't very good.

"Maybe it's because of the Kraken in the Black Lake! It's summer—it's time for them to breed, too. Owen chuckled, "But there are a lot of people, and—"

"Owen!" Suddenly there was a shout from ahead.

When the visitor approached, it turned out to be the twins.

"Why are you here? What about the Diagon Alley shop? Don't need to be supervised anymore? ”

George and Fred walked over, "Half and half." They explained, "It's enough to go and take care of it in the afternoon." We have hired two clerks who are dedicated to selling goods. ”

"This is our alchemy workshop." Fred said, "Great work isn't just about selling, it's about dreaming!" ”

"What? Are you guys dating? That's not a good time. ”

The four of them spoke, crowded, and walked into Owen's own bubble tea shop.

"Sir." Dobby stood behind the bar and waved at him.

Owen waved as well, and then sat down by the window.

Then he saw a large group of wizards in blue robes with some strange badge on their chests hurrying through the streets.

"Those are all from the Federation Einsatzgruppen." George said.

Then pull out a piece of newspaper.

That's obviously not the Daily Prophet.

Because the text on it is incomprehensible to Owen.

But the front-page photo shocked both him and Hermione, a woman in front of a flash, speaking, with a dilapidated building behind her.

"This is, the Federation headquarters building?"

"That's right!" George said, "The Death Eaters attacked that last night. ”

"The sky has a dark magic sign." Fred said.

"They claim to be in retaliation because the Federation recently captured a [pretender] who tried to infiltrate the Federation's headquarters building."

"This is the first time in history that anyone has dared to openly attack the headquarters building since the establishment of the International Confederation of Wizards, and even Grindelwald has never done such a thing." George said.

"Oh my God—didn't anyone stop it last night?" Hermione said incredulously.

"They found a good time." George said, "Just now Bill came, he was in charge of investigating the Death Eaters' tracks, and found it, no way, Hogsmeade has been very crowded in the last month. ”

"There's not enough people at the headquarters in Sweden." Fred continued, "The Excavators, the Einsatzgruppen, and the Magical Hospital were guarded, and the Death Eaters caught the Federation off guard. ”

"Even Percy went to the Einsatzgruppen, he was previously the ambassador of the Ministry of Magic to the Federation."

"Was the purpose of the Death Eaters just catharsis?" Owen said suddenly, he frowned, pondered for a moment and said, "Obviously not, they can't be for catharsis, because this will expose themselves, and this useless behavior will only cause trouble for themselves." If there is anything in the federation that Senior Tom wants, it is more reasonable. ”

"Who knows?" George pouted, "There are more treasures in the building, think it's a collection of hundreds of years." ”

"It must have something to do with the outer gods." Owen was sure. "After the Divine Tower in Brazil, it was impossible for him not to miss that power. But the International Wizard Excavations Committee came ahead of them, and Senior Tom may have wanted to seize the information of the Excavations Committee during this time. ”

"Quite possibly." Hermione felt the same way.

"It's a time of panic when the Death Eaters are suddenly doing this."

"The situation is getting more and more chaotic."

Owen sank.

There are seven divine towers in the world.

The ancient magic hidden in India, Australia, Italy, and Brazil has all gathered into him.

In addition, there are Canada, the United Kingdom, and Greece.

In Canada, his grandfather Grindelwald has already gone to investigate.

The one in England, the entrance is in Voldemort's cavern.

The Greek one is located on the island of Mothrace, and Senior Newt has been investigating for a long time, and he doesn't know if there are any results.

In short, at the moment, only Canada is the most full of surprises.

If the Death Eaters were one step ahead of them, that was the only one.

Well, you can send a message to Bella and ask her what kind of plans Senior Tom has for the time being.

"Bang bang bang-"

They were near the window, and there was a knock outside.

Everyone looked up, and it turned out to be Bill, and - Fleur.

"Go home, you two." Bill said to the twins.

"Oh-hello Owen, and Hermione." He looked at the other two again, "Hogsmeade Village is under martial law. The Ministry of Magic is about to send the Aurors. ”

With that, he gave a few more warnings, and then pulled Fleur away quickly.

(End of chapter)