Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 393 The Burrow
Hogwarts.

Principal room.

"He invited you to the World Cup?"

Professor McGonagall looked at the letter paper unfolded in Dumbledore's hand, and asked loudly in surprise.

"Yes, McGonagall, he also reminded me to bring my wand."

Dumbledore nodded, drawing his new wand from his belt.

"What is he going to do, my God, it's the Quidditch World Cup."

Mag's voice was sharp, filled with terror and anger.

Yes, she had every reason to be angry.

Professor Minerva McGonagall is a famous Quidditch fan.

And every Quidditch fan can understand the significance of the Quidditch World Cup.

"Calm down, McGonagall, I think he will finish watching the game quietly before doing what he has to do."

Dumbledore poured a drink for the other party, and tidied up the purple rope tied on his beard in a bowknot before he said softly, "He is a sports fan, although I don't know when he started to have such a hobby , but I'm pretty sure of that."

After listening to Dumbledore's words, Professor McGonagall's complexion improved a little, but then he became angry again.

"Albus, you didn't understand the situation at all. I'm worried about you. He asked you to bring a wand. Don't you understand what that means?" McGonagall asked loudly.

Dumbledore raised his cup in the air, blinked his eyes twice, and whispered in an extremely weak voice: "I thought you were only concerned about Quidditch."

It wasn't loud, but just loud enough for Professor McGonagall to hear.

"Albus~~" McGonagall called with wide-eyed eyes.

"Okay, okay, I know, I will prepare seriously, Minerva, but I'm not sure I can beat him, haha." Dumbledore said with a smile, as if he didn't care about the outcome of this battle.

"No, you have to beat him, Headmaster, you know, if you fail, the whole of England..."

"Do not."

Dumbledore took the cup away from his mouth and said, "Not the whole of England, but the whole wizarding world will be frightened by him. He didn't like to go abroad before."

"You mean, he chose this time point on purpose?" McGonagall asked in surprise.

"Of course, after a thrilling Quidditch match, followed by a duel between the two most powerful wizards in the world, this topic is enough to spread to every corner of the wizarding world."

Dumbledore had clearly seen what Voldemort was really thinking. Although he still had a slightly joking tone when he said this, his expression became serious.

"You will win, for the wizarding world, right?" McGonagall asked expectantly.

"I think……"

Dumbledore slowly stretched out his intact right hand, "I will work hard, Minerva."

……

The Burrow.

"Bang, bang, bang."

There were three muffled bangs in a row, and Harry, Sirius, and Helen Malfoy fell out of the fireplace one by one.

"Oh my God, Sirius, your fireplace needs fixing."

The embarrassed Helen Malfoy patted the dust off her body and stood up from the ground, showing a smile to the surprised Weasley family.

"Helen Malfoy, Sirius' fiancée."

She introduced herself like this, not at all embarrassed by the tumbling just now.

"Oh, welcome, Helen, you can just call me Molly, this is the Weasley family, including a traitor, of course."

Mrs. Weasley said to the beautiful Helen while removing dust from Harry with a duster.

Not far away, Percy adjusted his glasses, but his face did not change because of his mother's words.

The twin next to him grimaced at him, and Bill, who was older than Percy, patted him on the shoulder.

"Welcome, Helen, I didn't expect you to come. We only prepared some simple steaks."

Mr. Weasley also recovered from his surprise, stepped forward to say hello, and pulled Sirius up.

"Oh, I like steak, that sounds good."

As Helen spoke, she looked at the children of the Weasley family.

"Bill."

"Charlie."

"Percy."

"Fred, or you can call me George."

"George, but I'm actually Fred."

"Ro... Ron."

"Ginny."

The Weasley children introduced themselves, and Helen nodded to everyone.

When it came to Ron, his freckled cheeks were flushed.

Maybe Helen is the type he likes. After all, the faces of the Malfoy family are not bad, and Helen is still a middle-aged widow with a rather prominent figure, so...

God is sorry, Ron has become a middle-aged woman's charm discriminator.

"Molly, don't talk about traitors, Helen supports that...Mr."

Sirius, who got up in a panic, said with a rather complicated expression.

This caused everyone to look at him, and then this middle-aged man with a handsome face but a messy mess blushed like Ron.

"Okay, let's go eat, everyone is hungry."

Mr. Weasley came out to make a rescue, but the way he winked when he approached Sirius was seen by everyone.

Sirius felt that he was killed by Mr. Weasley, but he glanced at Helen, blushing and said nothing.

This brat from the Black family, who is not in tune, actually had feelings for Helen.

During dinner, everyone deliberately avoided the topic of factions, which made the atmosphere quite good.

"Lupine didn't come here?"

After dinner, Sirius asked Mr. Weasley during the chat.

"He said it was too crowded here, but I sent him the tickets," said Mr. Weasley, and then pointed at Percy. "He got a lot of tickets, and this brat has more money at the Ministry of Magic than I do."

Percy forced out a formulaic smile in response, and Mrs Weasley gave him a dissatisfied look not far away, but a smile still appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Hey, Ron, have you contacted Hermione?" Harry whispered to Ron.

"She'll go, but not with us, Harry, with the skeleton of the Burner Falcon."

Percy, who was sitting next to them, heard Harry's question and answered instead of Ron.

"There's no need to worry about him, Harry. From the day you decided to join the Candlebearer, you broke with her." Ron puffed out his chest with a fearless look, "Of course, including me."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Helen out of the corner of his eye, only to find that she was arranging Sirius' hair, completely oblivious to his words.

This made his raised chest sink instantly, and his whole body became listless.

"You can't say that, Ron, we're still friends," said Harry.

"Well, yes, we're still friends." Ron said listlessly, and then said, "I'm sleepy, I'm going upstairs to sleep, are you going?"

"No, I'll talk for a while," said Harry.

Ron nodded, got up and left the table directly.

And all of this was seen by Percy. He looked at his brother's back dissatisfiedly, but then shook his head, as if he didn't want to talk to him anymore.

"Dad, Mom, I think I'm leaving. The Ministry of Magic will be very busy during this period, so I won't come over."

While he was speaking, he got up and put on his coat, and then said goodbye to Sirius, Harry and others.

Mrs. Weasley still looked angry with him, she said nothing.

But Mr. Weasley sent the child out and told him to rest.

(End of this chapter)