I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 543 At the Burrow

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Many stories happened here. Looking back now, it seems like a dream.

Vague and out of reach.

Just when Harry was about to look somewhere else, suddenly, a voice came from behind him.

He bolted upright, his head banging against the low doorframe.

There was a pause, a few curse words using Uncle Vernon's favorite curse words, and then Harry stumbled back to the kitchen, head in his hands, and into the living room.

Just when Ginny was about to kiss Harry's cheek, George and Fred couldn't bear it anymore and they pushed her away, one on each side.

"You are--"

Lee Jordan and Cedric both suffered this loss.

Come to think of it - it would be a hellish scene.

Owen pulled Hermione straight over.

Mr. Arthur looked very sad.

Kingsley's face turned pale.

Rufus Scrimgeour was already at odds with us. It was a pipe dream to expect him to trust us completely.

"It seems like you didn't suffer any casualties. I thought you fought to the death that day, and at least dozens of people died."

"It's not that troublesome." Owen chuckled and took out a fist-sized watch from the cloth bag around his waist.

The finger moved the only pointer to five o'clock.

Ron's face suddenly became unhappy.

"Well, they insisted on coming." Owen raised his hand and said helplessly, "The plan changed. Kingsley and Moody were replaced by me."

"Of course, these are not the most important." Owen waved his hand. "Rufus Scrimgeour still has some backbone. At least he has not yet joined the Death Eaters, nor has he told others about the location of this place. But we all have no doubt that more than half of the current Ministry of Magic should be Tom's people.

It was a station after all - with a lot of people." Kingsley closed his mouth, and it was obvious that the deaths and injuries he mentioned had left a deep shadow on him.

Then hang it on the wall.

Ron stepped forward and pushed the door open.

"Casualties?" Kingsley and Moody looked at each other and reacted immediately.

"So what do we do?" Harry asked. "Leave by bus?"

Koyatel watched from the sidelines.

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You can tell from the sound that he is unhappy.

The tone of his voice was quite sharp.

"Stop talking." Hermione urged. "Mrs. Weasley has prepared dinner."

"Oh my God! Why did Rufus Scrimgeour do this! How many people died! Susan's grandmother. That day..."

It was Hermione - she trotted into the living room and threw her arms around Harry.

Rufus Scrimgeour never believed that the Death Eaters would attack the Hogwarts Express, so he only arranged for Amelia Bones, then Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, to lead the enforcement team to respond."

The room seemed exceptionally clean, perhaps because most of the things had been moved away. Although the carpet was covered with dust, it was probably left behind when the furniture was moved.

Owen seemed to be in much better spirits.

In the past, he would just casually glance at it when he passed by on the street.

At this moment, the three seemed to be talking about something, but when they saw the little wizards coming over, they immediately shut up.

As for Mad-Eye Moody, he was more angry.

"This..." Harry frowned. He had never trusted the Ministry of Magic. Think about what the Ministry of Magic had done over the years?

How can this make people feel at ease?

When I came here with Dumbledore last year, I just sat in the living room and I haven't seen him anywhere else.

"That's what happened." Kingsley said coldly, "Although Rufus Scrimgeour later got the news and led a team to support us, it was too late. Moreover, there were some conflicts with our people. I guess Scrimgeour hadn't seen Amelia's miserable condition at that time."

"Didn't the Order of the Phoenix inform the Ministry of Magic in advance?" Owen said, "that the Hogwarts Express would be attacked by Death Eaters?"

In this respect, the Burrow cannot compare to this place.

The twins were responsible for carrying Harry's luggage.

"I thought he was dead!" Ron pursed his lips.

Hearing this, the young wizards present fell silent. Everyone was a little surprised, because these were not reported in the Daily Prophet.

"Huh?" Harry was very surprised. Countless ingenious plans that might be implemented flashed through his mind, but he never expected that reality would be so easy.

Fred took over the conversation and continued, "He caused a lot of trouble for the Order of the Phoenix. He classified many practices as illegal and would go to jail if caught, such as: connecting this house to the Floo network, placing a portkey here, or Apparating in and out. There are such restrictions in many places. It is said that it can prevent the infiltration of Death Eaters."

"The Ministry of Magic has taken some action," George explained. "Rufus Scrimgeour has been involved in a major incident, and he was slightly injured in the battle at King's Cross Station."

With a muffled "bang", the door changed from two-dimensional to three-dimensional.

"Manpower—manpower!" said Owen. "The Muggle Prime Minister needs a lot of manpower! Koyaltelle has been forced to become one of the wizards protecting Mr. Harker. It wasn't part of her job originally."

"Isn't it possible to use the portkey?"

"Then they were ambushed by Death Eaters. Everyone was killed and their bodies were locked against the wall to be humiliated." Owen told the story that happened later.

Her rosy cheeks were more smiling, and her hair was neatly braided into a long ponytail.

This naturally made them very dissatisfied as they were worried.

"How could it be you? Alone?" Harry rubbed his head hard, saying with a mixture of tears and laughter on his face.

"Oh - is that so?" said Harry blankly.

"Because - everyone's attention has been drawn away by Dumbledore's injury!" At this time, Moody finally spoke, his magic eye constantly stretching and contracting, like a human pupil, foreshadowing the anger deep in his heart, "I suspect that the news of Dumbledore's injury was deliberately released by the Ministry of Magic."

The indignation of the young wizards left the three adult wizards speechless.

"How is the professor injured?" Harry asked quickly.

"Anywhere Door is not a Portkey," Owen said. "They are worlds apart, fundamentally different. Well - you won't understand the principle even if I tell you, but there is one thing you can definitely understand, that is, Anywhere Door uses ancient magic to activate it, and ancient magic will not trigger Trace Thread."

"I don't understand why he can still sit in that seat now?"

The group quickly left the living room which was unfamiliar to them.

<divclass="contentadv">On the other side of the house, Mrs. Weasley was preparing something in the kitchen. She turned around in surprise and saw a door suddenly appearing on the wall at the staircase. Then Harry and the others walked over from behind the door.

"Just open any door," Owen said.

I have to say that although the Dursleys are very annoying, they love cleanliness and have a kind of old-fashioned neatness, including the garden outside the garden.

Gradually, the clock slowly merged into the wall, and then countless strange patterns emerged, which showed extremely regular shapes. They were combined together to transform into an ancient door.

They both sat on the chairs.

"Okay Mum, we're not in a hurry," said Ron.

"He should step down and be held accountable for his actions," Hermione said firmly, "because his dereliction of duty led to the tragic deaths of more than a dozen Aurors. He should be tried by the Wizengamot, punished, and imprisoned in Azkaban."

They all went through the door which led from the kitchen to the garden.

"Rufus Scrimgeour is damned!"

Sir Arthur, Kingsley and Mad-Eye Moody were sitting together. They were supposed to pick up Harry today, but Owen took their place.

"The Magical Law Enforcement Team is only responsible for hunting down minor crimes such as commercial violations in the wizarding world. Their magic level cannot be judged by the standards of Aurors!" Owen frowned and said angrily, "Is Rufus Scrimgeour's brain filled with pig manure? Let these people die?"

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"Hey, hey - what are you doing!" It was Ginny - she ran over quickly, glared at Hermione, and then gave Harry a hug.

"The Ministry of Magic is really rotten!" said Harry with a grim face.

This caused heavy casualties to the Muggle troops involved, with about a hundred people killed. Many buildings in the city were destroyed, and some civilians were buried alive. Although we tried our best to rescue them, hundreds of people were still killed.

However, he was already used to Owen's eccentricity. What surprised him was that it was not Kingsley but Mad-Eye Moody who came here.

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"Mom, this is Owen's magic prop, a magic door - it's almost the same as a portkey." Ron explained it in a mess, but his mother didn't understand anyway.

Harry was a little confused by Owen's sudden words.

The Daily Prophet is printing some bullshit again.

Hermione in particular had the biggest reaction.

Owen walked quickly to the stairs and said to the utility room, "Check in at the famous attraction - where the dream begins!"

"The Death Eaters have become powerful and strange again. They can hardly be called human beings, and they look like Inferi controlled by someone. Many traditional methods cannot kill them. They can only be imprisoned.

"We didn't have many casualties because Dumbledore joined in the middle of the battle," Kingsley said calmly. "He and Grindelwald attracted a lot of firepower, and then we retreated."

"She's jealous." The twins walked in arm in arm, "Really? We're still here. How long are you going to hold each other?"

"Haha - the Ministry of Magic has been infiltrated like a sieve. If he has the energy, he should check whether his subordinates have been replaced." George said disdainfully, "Anyway, the Ministry of Magic cannot be trusted, Harry. We can't take you out with great fanfare."

"Yo?"

"Well..." Mr. Arthur took a deep breath and said, "First of all, that was a Death Eater captured by the Federation. We ourselves are not sure whether the information is accurate, let alone the Ministry of Magic.

"What's going on?" Harry led them all into the kitchen, where they sat on chairs, on Aunt Petunia's shiny kitchen counter, or leaned against her spotless utensils, laughing and chatting. Ron, tall and thin; Hermione, with her thick hair braided into a long braid behind her head; Fred and George, grinning identically; Ginny, with a happy face, always looking at Harry; Koyalt, with his arms folded, his eyes fixed on the stairs.

The Order of the Phoenix kept the news from them, and Fleur and the twins knew too little because they didn't play the whole game.

"Rufus Scrimgeour is the executioner, he is responsible for these casualties!" Ron roared.

In fact, I don’t know if it was Owen, but the little wizards were not very happy.

"What? You don't welcome me?" Owen began to look around the room.

"Harry!" Mrs. Weasley wiped her hands, rushed over and hugged Harry in her arms, "I thought you would come over in a few days."

Mr. Arthur sighed, then took over Kingsley's words and continued, "Over here in the wizarding world - mainly the Ministry of Magic - the casualties are relatively serious. The Magical Law Enforcement Team under the Department of Magical Law Enforcement was almost wiped out, with dozens of people killed. Most of them were graduates of Hogwarts in the past four years."

The little wizards on the side also reacted.

"Well -" Mrs. Weasley did not pursue the matter any further. She looked at everyone and said to them, "Go sit in the garden first. Kingsley and Moody are here too. We will have to wait a while before dinner."

Harry smiled awkwardly, and Ginny - she wanted to bite her two brothers.

He had already guessed that the Muggle Prime Minister must have used this trick on purpose to first deceive the "wizard consultants" headed by Coatl. If a war really broke out, how could these people just sit there and do nothing?

Then I saw a long table in the stone garden. It was a bit like the long table in the kitchen of Blake's ancestral home, but not so gorgeous. The table top was covered with various marks, and it was obvious that it had been used for many years.

Ron followed and patted him on the back.

On the day of the incident, more than a dozen Aurors from the Ministry of Magic's Auror Command Room, led by Director Gadwin Robards, went to Sweden to take the prisoner into custody, um - the Death Eater captured by the Federation's Special Operations Team.

Harry, you are not yet an adult, which means you still have traces on you. If there are magical fluctuations in or around you, the Ministry of Magic will be able to detect it. Although they will not directly associate it with you, they will send someone to check, and then you will be exposed. "

"And me!" At this time, another person walked in from outside.

"No wonder the Daily Prophet has been publishing so much meaningless nonsense lately. It turns out it's trying to cover up Rufus Scrimgeour's crimes!" Ginny sneered.

"And the Order cannot wait until you are an adult and the Trace disappears to come and take you away, because then you will lose all the protection your mother left you."

Especially when I saw them sitting here without any harm.

"have no idea--"

"I don't know?" Owen raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"