HP Magic Biography

Am looking forward to?

Of course. Harry nodded, as a response to Fan Lin's question.

Leaving the Dursleys and coming to the Burrow, or the ancestral home of the Black family, was his dream anyway, but, obviously, Harry preferred the Burrow to the atmosphere of the Black family ancestral home. , Harry was clearly more at ease in Ron's house.

In fact, considering security, it is obviously irrational to regard the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix as the object of strict supervision of the Ministry of Magic. But after something as big as Voldemort, it is obviously not a reliable idea to let Harry himself in the Muggle world. Naturally, the Burrow became a good choice.

Without further ado, a few people walked into the back door of the Burrow. There were piles of old-fashioned high boots and rusty old cauldrons that both Fan Lin and Harry were very familiar with. The chirping of sleepy chicks from the henhouse.

This once made Harry feel a little dreamy, but in some respects, it seemed extremely real, such as Fan Lin standing next to him, or Dumbledore who was walking forward.

Dumbledore knocked three times on the door, and Harry saw a sudden movement behind the kitchen window.

Who is it? asked a nervous voice which Harry recognized as Mrs. Weasley. Report your name!

It's me, Dumbledore, we're back.

The door opened instantly. Mrs Weasley was standing there in an old green dressing gown, a chunky one.

Harry, dear! God, Albus, you scared me, didn't you say that neither you nor Fan Lin would come back until dawn?

We're lucky, said Dumbledore across the threshold. Slughorn was easier to persuade than I thought. Harry helped, of course. Ah, hello, Nymphadora!

Harry looked around the room, only to realize that although it was late, Mrs. Weasley was not alone. Also sitting at the table was a young witch with a heart-shaped face, pale and clutching a large mug.

Hello, Professor, she said. Hello, Harry and Fan Lin.

Hi, Tonks. She looked haggard, sick even, Harry thought, and her smile was forced. Without her usual bubblegum pink hair, her look is not as radiant as it used to be.

Harry wanted to say something, but Fan Lin took the lead and stopped him, signaling him not to talk too much, which made Harry a little confused, but what Tonks did next made Harry even more puzzled.

I should go, said Tonks quickly, standing up and throwing the cloak over his shoulders. Thank you for the tea and your sympathy, Molly.

Oh, for my sake please don't go, said Dumbledore politely. I can't stay long, I have urgent matters to discuss with Rufus' Scrimgeour.

No, no, I really have to go, said Tonks, avoiding Dumbledore's eyes. Good night--

Honey, come over for dinner on the weekend, Remus and Mad-Eye both over—?

No, really, Molly . . . Anyway, thanks . . . Good night, everyone.

Tonks trotted past Dumbledore and headed out the door without looking back; after a few steps he disappeared into thin air, making Tonks look like, amnesty? escape here?

Harry was puzzled, and Harry also noticed that Mrs. Weasley looked preoccupied.

Well, we'll see you again at Hogwarts, Harry, Valin, said Dumbledore. Take care of yourself. Molly, I'm at your call.

Dumbledore bowed to Mrs. Weasley, then disappeared in almost the same place as Tonks. Mrs. Weasley closed the door, pulled Harry into the light of the lantern, and put her hands on Harry's shoulders to study him carefully.

You're just like Ron, she sighed, looking him up and down. You're all under the Stretching Curse.

I could swear Ron was four inches bigger than the last time I bought him a robe. Are you hungry, Harry?

Yes, said Harry, suddenly aware of how hungry he was. Sit down, my dear, and I'll get you something to eat.

Harry was sitting, when a cat with ginger hair and a big flat face jumped onto Fan Lin's lap next to him, curled up there and purred. So Hermione's here too? He happily scratched the back of Crookshanks' ear.

Of course... Fan Lin rolled his eyes, Actually, Hermione and I just arrived here the day before yesterday. Compared with Modric 12, the Burrow is obviously more suitable for us to appear here. After all, Voldemort has returned now. We're on opposite sides and always have to give the Ministry some information.

Information, what you said...

The Burrow is protected by the Ministry of Magic. Fan Lin said, rubbing Crookshanks' big head, We must give the Ministry of Magic something to do, otherwise, they won't even have a place to resist.

So, this place has become the Order of the Phoenix...

Oh, it's just a branch. In fact, it's almost the same as the headquarters. After all, some of the things above are decided here, and Sirius... Fan Lin looked at Mrs. Weasley, Some secrets Or make a choice where Sirius is, for example...

Mrs. Weasley's voice grew louder. She tapped a large tin can with her wand: it jumped onto the stove with a clatter and immediately began to bubble.

Actually, everyone's asleep, and we didn't expect you to be there in a few hours. Take—

In mid-air, the tin can flew towards Harry and tipped over; Mrs Weasley shoved a bowl just in time to catch the thick, steaming onion soup pouring out of the can. Similarly, Mrs. Weasley gave Fan Lin another bowl.

Would you like bread, dear?

Thank you, Mrs. Weasley. She raised her wand and waved it; a piece of bread and a knife dropped gracefully to the table. The bread was cut automatically, the pot was returned to the stove, and Mrs. Weasley sat down opposite Harry, naturally.

It is obviously impossible to continue talking with Fan Lin. Harry knows Mrs. Weasley's attitude. To be precise, is it forbidden to talk to Harry about the Order of the Phoenix?

Oh, thank you, Mrs. Weasley. Fan Lin picked up a piece of bread, and then took a bite, showing no acknowledgment of what he said before.

Harry also knew how to drink the soup in silence, and Mrs. Weasley was sitting opposite. Could it be that they were expected to talk about Dumbledore's plan here?

So you persuaded Horace Slughorn to take up the job?

With his mouth full of hot soup, Harry just nodded.

He taught Arthur and me, said Mrs. Weasley. He used to teach at Hogwarts for a long time, I think Hogwarts with Dumbledore. What do you think of him?

Harry's mouth was now full of bread again, so he shrugged and moved his head uncertainly.

I know what you mean, Mrs. Weasley nodded shrewdly. Of course he could still be attractive if he wanted to, but Arthur never liked him. The ministry was full of Slughorn's favorites, and he was always good at helping, but never had the time Help Arthur - he doesn't seem to think Arthur is an ambitious man. Still, that only goes to show that even Slughorn makes mistakes. I don't know if Ron told you in his letter - What just happened - Arthur was promoted!

It couldn't be more clear, Mrs Weasley had been eager to say this. Harry gulped down a mouthful of hot soup, feeling like his throat was blistering.

That's great! he gasped.

That's very kind of you, said Mrs. Weasley, looking pleased, wiping her moist eyes. Yes, Rufus Scrimgeour has established several new departments in response to the current situation. Arthur is now leading the counterfeit defensive spells and protective items detection and confiscation office. This is a big job, his men Now there are ten people!

What is that—? Well, you know, because of the panic about You-Know-Who, there are constantly being sold strange objects that claim to be able to defend against You-Know-Who and Death Eaters. You can imagine what it is—the so-called Potions of protection, which are really broths with the pus of babo tubers added, and tutorials on those defensive jinxes that really just knock your ears off... well, basically the perpetrators are something like People like Mundungus Fletcher, they haven't done a single day of serious business in their lives, they just use people's fear to bluff around. But there are really serious things happening from time to time. A few days ago Arthur confiscated A batch of looking glasses, probably bewitched, almost certainly placed by some Death Eater. Clearly, this is a very important job, and I told him not to be foolish enough to check spark plugs, bake bread machines and all that kind of Muggle crap.

Mrs. Weasley gave Harry a stern look, as if Harry had suggested that Mr. Weasley let go of the spark plug.

However, in fact, Mr. Weasley still didn't get any high-level job. This is still Mr. Weasley's previous job, er, dealing with Muggle accidents?

However, this time Mr. Weasley expanded the scope of his inspection.

It's a thankless job, and it's easy to offend people...

Is Mr. Weasley still at work? Harry asked, obviously Mrs. Weasley wanted to tell him that.

Yeah. Actually, it's kind of late...he said he'd be back around midnight... She turned to look at the big clock, which was piled awkwardly at the end of the table with a laundry basket full of sheets above.

Harry recognized it immediately: there were nine hands, each with a family member's name engraved on it, it was usually hung on the Weasley living room wall, and its current position indicated that Mrs Weasley Keep it with me tonight. Every pointer points to danger to life.

It's been like that for a while, said Mrs. Weasley, in a not-so-convincingly light tone, ever since You-Know-Who came back. I think maybe everyone's life is in danger...  I don't think it's just ours...but I don't know anyone else who has a clock like that so I can't check, oh!

She suddenly exclaimed and pointed to the clock face. Mr. Weasley's pointer turned to On the way.

He's coming back!

After a while, there was a knock on the back door. Mrs. Weasley jumped up and hurried over; she put her hand on the doorknob and pressed her face against the wooden door and asked softly, Arthur, is that you?

Yes, came the weary voice of Mr. Weasley. But that's what I'd say if I were a Death Eater, dear. Ask questions!

Oh, frankly...

Molly!

Okay, okay... what is your greatest ambition?

Find out why airplanes fly in the sky.

Mrs. Weasley nodded and turned the doorknob, but Mr. Weasley was clearly holding it tightly on the other side of the door, which was still firmly shut.

Molly! I have to ask you a question first!

Arthur, really, this would be silly...

What do you like me to call you when we're alone? Even in the dim light, Harry could see Mrs. Weasley flush; To take a sip of soup, swish the spoon across the bowl as loudly as possible.

Baby Molly, said Mrs. Weasley to the tightest voice on the door.

Correct, said Mr. Weasley. You can let me in now. Mrs. Weasley opened the door, and outside was her husband, a lean, balding wizard with scant red hair and a He wears horn-rimmed glasses and a long, dusty traveling cloak.

I still don't understand why you have to do that every time you come home, said Mrs. Weasley, still flushed as she helped her husband take off his cloak.

I mean, a Death Eater might have tortured him before impersonating you.

I know, dear, but it's Ministry procedure, and I have to lead by example. It's delicious—is it onion soup?

Mr. Weasley turned his face expectantly to the table.

Aha, Harry, Fan Lin, I thought you guys would come in the morning!

Oh, in fact, the process was much smoother than expected. Fan Lin shrugged helplessly, shook hands with Mr. Weasley, and then Harry, this is unavoidable, Mr. Weasley Always like to do, say, go through some Ministry of Magic procedures?

In fact, it wasn't necessary at all, but Fan Lin thought it was very interesting. Going back to Hermione's room, and asking some questions before entering the door?

Mr. Weasley pulled out a chair next to him and sat down, and Mrs. Weasley also served him a bowl of onion soup.

Thanks, Molly. It was a tough night. Some idiots started selling disguise badges. You can change your appearance at will as long as you hang them around your neck. They claim that you can get thousands of disguises for just ten Galleons. !

And what actually happens when you hang them around your neck?

Most just turn a nasty orange, but a few have tentacled growths all over their bodies. Like St. Mungo's too busy.

Sounds like the sort of thing Fred and George would like, said Mrs. Weasley hesitantly. Are you sure you're not—

Of course I'm sure! said Mr. Weasley. Both of them don't do this kind of thing when people are so busy looking for protection!

Speaking of which, Fan Lin, this is the part you are good at, right... Mr. Weasley asked, For example, the disguise necklace.

Oh, yes. Fan Lin nodded, However, it takes more than ten Galleons just to make, and it takes a lot of time... Fan Lin is not only worried about those who have been deceived, but also lost the most important thing because of fear. judgement?

A solidified disguised Animagus, which is a very precious item no matter how you think about it.

So that's why you're late, Disguise Badge?

Of course not, we also got wind that someone had put a Tempering Charm on the Elephant Castle, luckily when we got there we found that the Magical Law Enforcement Squad had found it...

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