The transfer student at Hogwarts just wants to fall in love [continued]

They returned to the Burrow as soon as possible.

Mrs. Weasley was so frightened that she hugged the twins and cried.

"If something really happened to you, the last words I said to you would be to scold your test scores..."

"Hey, Mom, I escaped the Death Eaters but I'm going to be strangled to death by you," the twins struggled helplessly.

Mr. Weasley picked up the Daily Prophet that fell on the ground. It contained the news about the Quidditch World Championship. The Dark Mark on the photo was floating ferociously in mid-air.

"I have something to tell you."

Harry looked serious.

In Ron's room, four people sat in a circle.

"I dreamed about Voldemort."

Ron took a breath, "Can you please, don't say that name."

Harry ignored him, "I saw him in my dream, and also Peter Pettigrew."

"I can't remember the rest. I only remember that they were plotting to kill someone..."

"It's you, Harry."

Hermione put it bluntly.

Harry took a deep breath, "Yes, they want to kill me."

Ron was a little panicked, but he still comforted him, "This is just a dream."

"uncertain……"

Harry looked at him, "Do you remember Professor Trelawney's prophecy? Now Pettigrew has found Voldemort."

"Then why did you dream about this?"

After Ron asked, the room fell into silence.

Hermione instinctively looked at Mo Bai.

Mo Bai frowned and looked at Harry.

He knew that Voldemort made Horcruxes, and he also knew a lot about Horcruxes.

Thinking of how to make a Horcrux, his eyes flashed solemnly.

This is a big deal, I don’t know if Old Dengtou knows about it.

Moreover, no one in the entire magic world dares to say that there must be a way to deal with this matter related to the soul...

Unless Merlin is reborn.

"I have written to Sirius and am waiting for his reply."

"He should be looking for traces of Peter Pettigrew all over the world now, right?"

"Yeah," Harry sighed, "I don't know if Hedwig can find him."

"Harry," Ron put his arm on his shoulder, "Would you like to play a small game of Quidditch in the backyard? Bill, Charlie and the others are all here, so we can have a 3V3 game."

"Now?" Hermione's eyes widened.

Is now the time for such a thing?

"Oh! Okay!" Harry agreed, "Wait for me, I'll get the Firebolt."

Hermione shook her head speechlessly.

"Boys."

"Um..." Ron suddenly hesitated as he walked to Mo Bai's side. Apparently, Mo Bai's indifference in the past few days made him a little concerned.

"Do you want to come?"

"No," even though he refused, Mo Bai still smiled lightly, and the feeling of refreshing spring breeze was completely different from before.

"I still have something to do, and I won't be staying here this week, so I'll leave it to you, Amy."

"no problem."

Ron couldn't help but giggle and beat his chest loudly.

"Hey, man, what happened to you the past two days?"

Mo Bai patted him and said, "You will know later."

"Mysterious."

After Ron went out, Mo Bai and Hermione looked at each other and smiled.

"Has he always been this bad-looking?"

Hermione's words were confused, but Mo Bai understood.

"Maybe it sucked all the badness out of my character."

Hermione snorted.

She walked up to Mo Bai and poked his chest with her finger, "Why do I think he's cute like that? The really bad thing is here."

Mo Bai grabbed her finger and blew gently.

"You praise him so much. Aren't you afraid that I'll be jealous?"

Hermione blushed and withdrew her finger.

"Why are you jealous? Besides, is there any difference?"

"Indeed not."

Mo Bai tidied his clothes and said, "I'm going to go out into the wind and rain."

"Go ahead and be safe."

Hermione adjusted his collar.

"If you're going to fall over, I'll just pretend I don't know you."

"you dare."

Mo Bai raised his eyebrows and pinched her nose.

Before Hermione could get angry, he disappeared in an instant.

"Humph."

Hermione pouted, and the corners of her mouth raised inadvertently.

The week passed quickly, and Harry and Ron were having fun around the Burrow, seemingly forgetting about Voldemort's dreams.

Hermione still took Amy for morning exercises every day, and even Ginny was taken to practice for a week.

It wouldn't work if she didn't practice. The two of them stayed in her room and got up early in the morning.

"Oh, I'm really, really tired."

Mr. Weasley was grumbling at the table early in the morning.

He's been really busy this week.

"Those Death Eaters haven't been caught yet, but they haven't hidden yet and are making trouble everywhere every day."

"And that damn Obscurial!"

Mr. Weasley waved his fork, "He's been out three times this week."

"It doesn't look like he's with the Death Eaters. Every time, he beats up the Aurors and Death Eaters and then disappears without a trace. He's just a troublemaker!"

Hermione lowered her head and tried to maintain her expression.

"Don't tell the children these things, let's eat quickly."

Mrs. Weasley served him a full bowl of meat and beans.

"Oh, by the way," Mrs. Weasley changed the topic, "The list of items sent to you by Hogwarts this year says that you need dress robes. I have already bought them for others. Do you need them, dear?"

She looked at Hermione and Amy.

"No Mrs. Weasley, we're ready."

When Ron heard that he had a new dress, he rushed upstairs in surprise, followed by Harry.

It's a pity that he didn't see the unnatural look on his mother's face.

Only five minutes later, "What the hell is this?!"

An exclamation came from upstairs. Mrs. Weasley blushed a little and went upstairs to comfort her son.

Hermione held her chin and touched the hairpin on her head, looking forward to it.

The next day was the day to go to Hogwarts, but the Weasley family was in chaos again.

Mr. Weasley hurriedly put on his coat, holding bread in his mouth.

"I'm sorry I can't take you to the train station. Mad-Eye's house was attacked last night. Fortunately, nothing happened to him."

"Oh my God." Mrs. Weasley helped her husband put on his cloak.

"Greet to him for me."

"Ok."

"Who is Mad-Eye?" Harry was curious.

"He's retired now and used to work for the Ministry of Magic."

Charlie turned back, "He filled half of the cells in Azkaban, and he also made many enemies for himself. I guess he was one of them yesterday, right?"

"But as he gets older, he becomes more and more suspicious. He wants to be a dark wizard no matter who he is."

"Then he must be very strong?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, he was once the best Auror in the Ministry of Magic, bar none... Hey, your cat is back? I thought he was lost."

The black cat lying in Hermione's arms turned over lazily.

"Yeah, he ran away to play for a few days, but he could find it back on his own every time."

"He's so boring."

Hermione smiled inexplicably.

Charlie felt like he was flashed by something.

So dazzling!