HP Magic Biography

Fan Lin was lying on the bed. In fact, he didn't last long. Naturally, his physical fatigue could not be underestimated. He soon fell into a deep sleep.

However, Fan Lin didn't feel how long he slept.

It was true, too, that they hadn't slept long before Mr. Weasley woke them up, he magically put the tent away, and he left the campsite as fast as he could.

Mr. Weasley looked physically tired after a night of patrolling, but he was mentally fine to ten.

Mr. Weasley briefly explained what happened last night, and the wizard who was split due to apparation was also restored, but it had a great impact on him, and it seemed impossible to apparate in this life.

Apart from injuries, not a single wizard died.

In fact, Fan Lin clearly knew that someone had died when his magic power swept across the audience, but...

They met him at the door of Mr. Robert's stone house, and Mr. Robert gave Mr. Weasley a strange look, and then he gesticulated and murmured Merry Christmas.

He'll be all right soon, said Mr. Weasley quickly, and they entered the moor.

Sometimes when a person's memory is limited, he becomes a little disoriented... It's hard to make him forget. When they reached the place where the Portkey lay, they heard urgent cries and found many witches and wizards about Basil.

They were all screaming to get out of the campsite as fast as they could. Mr. Weasley had a quick consultation with Basher, and they joined the party and were able to get an old rubber steamer up to Stone Mountain before the sun really came up.

It is worth mentioning that Sirius still researched a method before leaving.

In fact, anyone with magical powers can do it.

Wrap Fan Lin completely with magic power. As long as the magic power does not dissipate, Fan Lin will not receive any impact, so Fan Lin can use the Portkey.

This would be much more convenient, otherwise, if they returned to the Burrow from here, they would have to fly and then take a car, which would be too much trouble, and Fan Lin didn't want Mr. Al to see himself like this.

In the twilight of dawn they walked across Otrikapo Street towards **.

They were so tired that they said little, thinking about their breakfast. Just as the ** was in sight, there was suddenly the echo of a scream from the wet path.

Oh, thank God, thank God!

Mrs. Weasley was apparently already waiting for them in the yard.

She ran towards them, still wearing slippers, with a pale and serious face, tightly clutching a copy of The Daily Prophet: Arthur—I'm so worried, so worried...

She wrapped her arms tightly around Mr. Weasley's neck, and the Daily Prophet dropped to the floor. Harry looked down and saw the headline on the front: Horror at the Quidditch World Cup, accompanied by a black and white photo of the Black Mark from the top of the tree, where the Black Mark shone brightly, and Van Lin was there Below, on the Frost Pillar, with Hermione, and next to them.

Who took this?

I don't know, maybe it's an official from the Ministry of Magic. Fan Lin said.

Hermione took the newspaper with one hand, she opened the newspaper, and the page inside also published the events of last night.

However, unlike the previous terrifying scene, this black and white photo is more domineering.

How are you all? Mrs. Weasley let go of Mr. Weasley and whispered, staring at them with red eyes, you're all alive..., oh, Percy, Charlie, Bill, Rob Well, Ginny, Harry, Van Lin, Hermione...it's great that you're all still alive...

To everyone's surprise, she grabs Fred and George,

Push them together so close that their heads touch each other.

Oh! Mom—you'll strangle us—

I told you when you went! Mrs. Weasley began to sob, I just thought that if 'the man' got you, the last thing I'd say would be that you haven't had enough The O.W.L? Oh, Fred...George...

Okay, Molly, we're very, very good now, okay? Mr. Weasley comforted her, let her leave the twins, and led her home.

What did that newspaper say? Fan Lin asked.

Harry and Ron also hurried over.

Unexpectedly, except for the first page of the newspaper, the rest of the pages were all about the fight between Fan Lin and Trevor.

Huge black and white motion graphics.

The two balls of gray-white light kept rubbing and colliding, and even through the newspaper, one could clearly feel the palpitating power.

I have to say, their technology is terrible. Hermione said dissatisfied, there was not even a photo with a head.

See what they said? Harry asked, concerned about the matter.

Now it seems that Fan Lin himself has been excluded, and his friends are far more concerned about these things than he is.

Little wizards from Hogwarts fight vampires and save 100,000 wizards. This matter is too topical.

Except for the first page, the rest are almost all about Fan Lin.

Even the fact that Fan Lin killed the basilisk in the second grade was published. The Ministry of Magic did not hesitate to praise them. They needed someone to divert everyone's attention.

A few young wizards excitedly flipped through the newspaper and read the articles on it, although they were surprised by the propaganda of the Daily Prophet against Fan Lin.

Fan Lin just held back a dark wizard. Logically speaking, Fan Lin's contribution is not so great, but for his friends, Hermione and the others hope to develop in a better way.

At the very least, Hermione was very satisfied with the concept of new stars in the magic world that was put forward in the Daily Prophet.

Perhaps you should retake some better pictures, Hermione said.

Forget it, this is really too troublesome. Fan Lin shook his head, it is not a good thing to be in the limelight, but it seems that there is no way to avoid it now.

When they were all crowded into the kitchen, Hermione made Mr. Weasley a cup of strong tea.

Mr. Weasley insisted on adding some old whiskey. Hermione gave him the newspaper.

Mr. Weasley glanced at the front page, and Percy looked over his shoulder.

I see, said Mr. Weasley heavily, the cabinet made a big mistake... the criminal was not arrested... security was neglected... the black wizard's unstoppable run... national disgrace... who wrote it? Ah... of course it's... Rita Skeeter.

That woman is making up rumors about the Ministry of Magic! said Percy exasperatedly. Last week she was saying we were wasting our time finding fault with the thickness of the boilers, and that we should find the liars. It doesn't seem like that's in the 'regarding dealing with nonsense'. Like the twelfth paragraph of Wizard's Regulations.

' Percy, please help, Bill said, yawning, please shut up.

We've been mentioned, too, said Mr. Weasley, his eyes widened under his spectacles, and his eyes fell on the article at the bottom of the Daily Prophet.

Where? said Mrs. Weasley excitedly, choking on her tea and whiskey.

If I read that chapter, I'll know you're still alive!

Without naming names, said Mr. Weasley, listen to this passage, 'If those terrified witches and wizards - who are listening to the news with their breath at the edge of the ruins - expected a reassurance from the Ministry, They will be very sad and disappointed that a cabinet official showed up once after the black mark appeared, claimed no one was hurt, and refused to give any other information. Will this statement shatter the statement that many people will be moved in an hour rumors, this remains to be seen.'

Oh, really! said Mr. Weasley exasperatedly, handing the paper to Percy. No one was hurt, so what can I say? Rumors say that many people will be moved from the venue. . . Well, if she writes like this, of course there will be rumors.

He sighed and said, Molly, I have to go to the office, this time to clarify.

I'm going with you, Dad, said Percy solemnly. Mr. Crouch will need all kinds of help, and I can give him the boiler report myself.

He hurried out of the kitchen.

Mrs. Weasley looked sad. Arthur, you should be on vacation! This matter has nothing to do with your business, and they can definitely solve it without you!

I've got to go, Molly, replied Mr. Weasley, I've made things worse, I'm going to change my uniform, go now...

With the sound of closing the door, the small living room became quiet again.

Mrs. Weasley's condition was not very good, and she was so worried that he didn't even read the subsequent reports.

If Mrs. Weasley was in the mood to read the report on Fan Lin, Hermione and Fan Lin might be the ones to worry about.

In fact, Mr. Weasley didn't need to go, it was just a rumor from Rita, the woman who never stingy with her own ideas when she wrote.

Arthur is like this, conscientious, putting work first, even if he is on vacation, but whenever something happens, his vacation will always become unpleasant, Mrs. Weasley said, Now there is Percy...

No one could comfort Mrs. Weasley.

Everyone knows that Mr. Weasley was useless in the past. Many people will believe Rita's rumors before she makes a big mistake, and there are still many people who like such things. The only way to solve it can only be done by transfer.

The Ministry of Magic has already taken measures to deal with it, readers just need to read more.

However, Mr. Weasley's professionalism...

He and Percy, the two of them were just like that, they deserved to be in the Ministry, even in their positions.

The current Ministry of Magic is just too bad.

Rufus Scrimgeour, director of the Auror Office, and Barty Crouch, former Minister of Magic and current Director of International Magic Exchange.

Weak Cornelius Fudge, who only thinks of his own rights, and his awful old toad, Umbridge.

There is also Lucius Malfoy who has no position, but is in charge of the Ministry of Magic, this pure-blood nobleman, and a Death Eater.

It is difficult for a person like Mr. Weasley to get ahead. To be precise, he can only be a small director, and he is the kind that everyone recognizes as useless.

Wizards' acceptance of the Muggle world is really low.

The Muggle items used here literally seem centuries behind.

As for Mr. Weasley's prospects, it might be better to switch to Scrimgeour, but for now.

Maybe Mr. Weasley just wants to help Sirius, and he must be very busy now.

Mrs. Weasley nodded. She didn't intend to continue reading the newspaper. The newspaper was put aside by Mrs. Weasley, and she took out some milk.

Fan Lin noticed that Mrs. Weasley secretly wiped away tears.

Okay, don't talk about these grown-up problems, what do you need to eat? I'll prepare some for you soon.

Fred and George wanted to tell their mother what happened last night, but everyone was so tired that no one had the mind to do extra things.

Some bread and jam will do. It's not that much trouble. It doesn't look like we have much energy.

Mrs. Weasley nodded, she had no doubts.

With the help of magic, some white bread and jam soon appeared in front of everyone, together with some milk, which was much better than absorbing the vitality of the world in the morning.

Oh, the two of them didn't eat when they left...

Mrs. Weasley fell into deep worry again.

No one said anything superfluous, and everyone was exhausted.

Fan Lin hurriedly ate his own bread, which made his stomach feel better.

However, after eating, an uncontrollable sleepiness surged up.

This is something no one can resist.

Charlie and Bill grabbed two slices of bread and immediately apparated upstairs. They were really too lazy to climb the long stairs.

The two of them seem to be off to a good start, and everyone can't sit still, they need to sleep.

Go up and take a rest, and I'll call you when it's time for lunch.

Mrs. Weasley is still so reassuring. Of course, it would be more perfect if Mrs. Weasley could put her heart back in her stomach.

Everyone bid farewell to Mrs. Weasley.

I fell asleep at about three o'clock in the morning yesterday, and woke up at five o'clock in the morning. Two hours of sleep is really too short, and returning to the Burrow, the warm environment can easily make people feel sleepy.

After saying goodbye to Hermione in a hurry, Fan Lin followed Harry to Ron's room. He could only share a bed with Harry, there was nothing more here, and Fan Lin didn't want to be bothered anymore. .

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