Watching the Death Eaters who escaped from Azkaban being re-imprisoned in the prison of the Ministry of Magic, the Aurors who participated in the operation held their heads high.

This was the first time in more than a decade that the Ministry of Magic had won a major victory.

Although the majority of the credit goes to the Minister of Magic, Fudge, who has led the way, as a participant in this operation, can he still get some credit and glory?

Who would dare to say that their Aurors are useless?!

Not surprisingly, the Daily Prophet reported the news, and it was not known where they had gotten the information, and the details of the operation were almost detailed.

He even praised Fudge infinitely in terms of title and content, praising him for his wisdom and martial arts as the best minister of magic in the world.

This made Fudge so bad that he took the newspaper and read it several times, and his mouth kept babbling, so he almost danced and brought him a loudspeaker to let him start a radio loop to read.

Fudge, who was overjoyed, rewarded everyone who participated in the battle, and people of different ranks and ranks were promoted.

Especially the Percy who 'got accurate information, made suggestions, and was responsible for the implementation of the plan', Fudge specially set up a position for him as a secretary director (like Umbridge's deputy minister, a vacant position with no power, Fudge is not good at scheming but he is good at drawing cakes, and he can also materialize the cakes, although he can't eat enough), if it weren't for Percy's age and lack of support, otherwise he really wanted to give him the position of director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

Rather than leaving this position in the hands of a stranger, it is better to leave it to a confidant of one's own.

Fudge lamented this.

Percy said he was still young and had opportunities.

The Ministry of Magic has a pleasant commute to and from work, and except for some special cases of voluntary overtime, it usually gets off to work on time.

At the end of a busy day, Percy returns to the Weasleys' home, the Burrow.

A renovated house in pure magical style that completely violates the laws of physics.

Gently pushing open the door, the smell greeted you, needless to say, it must be Mrs. Weasley's cooking again.

"Oh my God, look, who's back?!"

Fred pointed at Percy in an almost exaggerated tone.

"Oh, it's the great Percy Chief."

Fred immediately chimed in.

"It's time to make way for the minister."

The twin brothers, who were supposed to attend Hogwarts at Hogwarts, were playing treasure at home at this time.

"You two give me a quiet moment, I can't let me worry about coming back rarely, can't you learn from your brother? Looking for a decent job at the Ministry of Magic? ”

Mrs. Weasley brought a large pot of fragrant unknown substances to the table, and counted her two unreliable sons in her mouth.

When he saw Percy, he showed a kind expression: "Honey, go up and rest, and call you when we eat." ”

Percy replied to his mother with a smile as well, and then dragged his tired body upstairs to the room where he was staying.

Seriously, he's tired.

He was basically in charge of the entire operation to capture the Death Eaters, and all the details were also in his docking, and now the plan was successfully implemented, at this time he just wanted to eat a good meal and sleep beautifully.

I'm not even in the mood to reply to my little girlfriend's letters, and naturally I won't argue with my two stupid twin brothers

George was okay to say, and the left ear went in and out of the right ear, and Fred was a grumpy.

"Learn like Percy?" Fred immediately asked rhetorically, "Working at the Ministry of Magic as Fudge's lackey?" ”

On that day, Fudge's intrusion into Hogwarts and Dumbledore's confrontation spread throughout the school, and Percy, who was Fudge's secretary, naturally did not fall into any good situation.

"Fred, how many times do I have to tell you, your father is also an official of the Ministry of Magic, is your father also a lackey?"

"I'm George."

Fred tried to quibble, but Mrs. Weasley didn't believe him.

"Okay, pretend to be George Fred."

After so many years of not knowing who is who, then her mother is too much of a failure.

Then I heard Fred's protest again: "But Dad wasn't helping Fudge!" ”

"He's Fudge's secretary, if he doesn't help Fudge, can he help you?"

Mrs. Weasley asked as she knocked on the iron pot on the stovetop.

"That's not right."

"Fred, right or wrong is not as simple as you seem."

"Sometimes I really don't understand, is it so difficult to admit that my brother and brother are excellent?"

Downstairs, at the sound of Mrs. Weasley's roar, Percy pushed open the door to his room and fell straight onto his large bed.

Sniffing the quilt full of laundry detergent and the 'smell of sunshine', Percy fell asleep.

Sure enough, nowhere is as comfortable as my own home.

'Bang Bang Bang'

I don't know how long it was, and there was a flapping of wings in the room.

Percy rubbed her head and sat up from the bed.

On the table in front of him, a green orange-edged phone bug was slowly wriggling, and the sound of its wings flapping came from its mouth.

Glancing out the window, the moon was hanging high in the branches, and it was obviously late.

"Pat pat ah, who's going to come to me so late?"

Percy stretched and yelled at the phone bug, then got up and picked up the phone.

"Hello, I'm Percy."

"I'm Dursley."

Hearing the voice from the other end of the phone bug, Percy perked up.

Looks like there's going to be action.

After a moment, Percy hung up the phone with a solemn face.

Just as he was planning something in his mind, a loud 'roar' from his abdomen brought him back to his senses.

It seems that I haven't eaten dinner yet.

Percy immediately changed into her pajamas and walked down the stairs.

I hope there is still some food left, and everyone must have finished eating and going back to their rooms to rest at this time.

In the dining room of the Burrow, there was a large hood on the Weasley family's table, and several small bowls were placed in it, all of which were the dishes that Mrs. Weasley had made today, and these were obviously specially reserved for him.

There was also a note on the side of the cover, with a few words written on it, roughly because he slept so deeply, he didn't call him when he ate, but let him remember to eat hot food when he was hungry, and eating too many cold dishes hurt his stomach.

Naturally, there is no such thing as a microwave oven in the wizard's restaurant, but they do magic

Percy pointed at the food with his wand, and it was steaming hot in a few moments.

Grabbing a sandwich, Percy began to feast.

No matter where you go, no matter what time of day, the food made by your family is the most delicious in the world.

Even if it's to protect the best family in the world, you have to complete the mission. ’

(End of chapter)