[Deha] World Starlight

Feeling) I will tell you later, I don’t really know what to say, it seems that the plot has developed to this point naturally—but I think I won’t really tell Neville everything, after all, there is no need not to say so It's not fair to Neville. You can make up some white lies, saying that Draco has lost his way early in the morning and revealed everything. With the prototype of the plan, he made the final plan after knowing the existence of Horcruxes. Balabala is probably like this first, Next chapter Funeral! (Why did the trailer say this——)

☆, beginning III

It was a beautiful day, bees and butterflies fluttered lazily on the grass and hedges, and the wedding scene was lively.Harry, who was wearing a dress robe, followed Lily, who was dignified in a long dress, to apparate to the Burrow, and when he looked up, he saw two identical tall people—George and Fred, and a chubby redhead next to them boy.

Harry pursed his lips.

It has to be said that he still has a little impression of that face. After all, like Neville, he once drank the compound potion with the boy's red hair and stood here to welcome the guests, in order to...

"Good afternoon." George and Fred walked over from left to right, smiling all over their faces, "Mrs. Potter, Harry." George winked at Harry, "Welcome to the wedding of the eldest son of the Weasley family , On behalf of the Weasley family, we would like to thank you for coming, and next, our cousin Barney will guide you to find a seat." Fred pointed out his hand to Neville.

A clear smile appeared on Lily's face: "Good afternoon, George, Fred. You are so handsome."

The twins accepted the compliment with a smile.

"And little Barney." Lily hugged the somewhat cramped red-haired and fat boy, "Nice to meet you."

"I..." Harry saw Neville blushing, wondering if it had something to do with the warm weather, "Nice to meet you too, ma'am," he said.

"This way please, your seats are here."

Lily took Harry's arm and followed Neville on the long purple carpet, past rows of delicate golden chairs and pillars wrapped with white and golden flowers, past waiters in white robes passing through, and finally sat down on the seat Looking at the band who was playing with musical instruments not far away, their golden tops matched the wedding scene very well.

Harry looked up out of the tent just in time to see a procession of wizards snaking their way across the garden towards the big tent, and at a glance some of them were relatives of the bride because they had equally beautiful silver hair.There are also some friends and colleagues of Mrs. Weasley.

"It looks like your father is coming soon." Lily glanced outside, "I saw several acquaintances."

"If he didn't suddenly have to work overtime." Harry said with a smile, "Aurors are always very busy, and Padfoot's work is a little easier in comparison, but he should be with Prongs, right? "

Lily flicked on Harry's head lightly, and when she was about to say something, Fred, who had just passed by them, stepped in front of her in two steps after arranging his two veela cousins, and then hugged Harry and said to her, "Mrs. Potter, can you lend us Harry? There are too many people and we really need a good helper like Harry—"

"Don't compliment me here..." Harry just wanted to give Fred an elbow, but Fred's arm was caught, "Don't you just want me to help you with work?!"

"Of course I would," said Lily. "In fact I'd be happy to help you with something, and I'm sure Harry is too. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

Fred showed eight white teeth in a smile: "If you're bored sitting here, I think my mother who is busy in the back kitchen will be happy to chat with you-the back kitchen." He held out his hand guide the way.

"Go Harry." Lily stood up and waved to Harry who was being dragged away by Fred, so Harry could only resign himself to being dragged away by Fred.

"Here's this, Harry baby." Fred conjured up the seating chart to Harry as he walked, and said to him, "Be careful to smile, this is my mother's order, of course you can ignore it... "

"But you'd better smile, huh..." Harry looked down at the still somewhat familiar seating chart.

"Yeah." Fred nodded and waved to George who was two steps away. "Just in time, I was about to tell Harry about that." He said to George.

Harry looked up, as if thinking of something.

"Oh," said George in a low voice, wrapping his arms around Harry's shoulders (Harry had to marvel at the twins' similar little habits), "the Minister for Magic came this morning, and I think it was our dad who told him that Neville would be coming over at that time .”

"He's here to announce Dumbledore's will," Fred continued. "You can't imagine the amused look on our faces when he said 'Dumbledore's will.'"

Harry thought about it pretendingly: "Isn't it funnier than when you knew that handsome brown-haired guy was Dumbledore?"

The twins glared at Harry together.

"Looks like you know about it," said George and Fred in unison.

"Know a little." Harry shrugged, "I don't know very much—what does the will say?"

"Well..." George thought for a while, "Give Hermione an old book of fairy tales, and leave his Deluminator to Ron, Neville is..."

"The sword of Gryffindor," Harry said, "I heard him say it." George and Fred exchanged a look, and they both understood who Harry was talking about, "but that sword is Hogg Watts' estate, I don't think Scrimgeour would have given him to Neville. The Ministry would not have agreed to give that sword to an individual."

"You're right," said George, "he didn't—"

"What are you doing?!" Ron yelled angrily not far away, "Didn't you see me and Na--is that little cousin going to die?--I didn't call you Harry ’” Ron finally explained loudly, and Harry waved the seating chart at him.

Ron on the opposite side made a sympathetic expression.

"Busy first - hey, I saw Remus." George walked towards Remus, Harry followed George, and did a favor by touching Remus' shoulder as he passed by With a dead expression, he walked towards Hagrid who appeared behind with a "bang".

"Hi, Hagrid," Harry said loudly, laughing.

"Harry!" Hagrid gave him a soft hug. "It's nice to meet you."

Harry chatted with Hagrid for a while, led him to the seat in the back that had been magically enlarged and reinforced for him, and then went out to work on other people.He stepped out of the tent and saw Ron talking to Luna's father, Xenophilius Lovegood, and Harry subconsciously glanced at his chest - he was wearing a necklace with the Deathly Hallows symbol.

"Hey, Mr. Lovegood." Harry walked over with a smile. "I heard you're the editor-in-chief of The Quibbler?"

Ron patted Harry on the shoulder as he spoke, and walked away quickly.

"Oh, yes," said Lovegood, looking back with pride.

"I heard that the Ministry of Magic is currently studying some very interesting new policies, and it seems to be Pierce Thicknesse's suggestion..." Harry said ambiguously.Lovegood looked a little confused and very disapproving, "I have no interest in the garbage policy of the Ministry of Magic, boy."

"Of course," said Harry, "that's why I came to you knowing that, and if, I mean, if my hearsay ever came true, I'd like to publish a piece in your magazine. article against it."

"No? Oh, of course." Lovegood said, "But we can't provide payment for the manuscript. We can only give you a magazine to read together."

"That's fine." Harry shook his hand. "I wish The Quibbler all the best."

After that, Harry led Mr. Lovegood and Luna, who had been bitten by a goblin, to their seats. When he went out of the tent again, he met Ron and his...well, one hundred and seven years old. Aunt Muriel, was brought into their conversation.

When Aunt Muriel was criticizing Ron's hair: "Your hair is too long, Ron, I thought you were Ginny just now." Harry happened to walk by her, and then he was dismissed despite his advanced age. But Muriel, who still has good eyesight, took it as a model, "Look at this boy, with neat black hair, he looks much more energetic than you."

A little dazed, Harry quickly found his manners: "Thank you for your compliment, ma'am." He nodded to Aunt Muriel.Ron grimaced behind his aunt's back.

"Still very polite—oh," Aunt Muriel's tone suddenly changed. She looked at Harry carefully, and then asked him declaratively, "You are Potter, right?"

Harry glanced at Ron, and Barney Neville beside him.

"Yes ma'am," said Harry, nodding.

The old witch showed such an expression: "Sure enough." He said, "You look too much like old Charles."

Harry blinked, thinking he could still hear something about his grandfather, but unexpectedly, the witch turned to Ron and asked other questions: "Why, isn't Neville Longbottom here? I thought I could see And him. Ron, I seem to remember him as your friend, so maybe that's just your bragging?"

"..." Harry standing aside didn't know why.

"No - he can't come -" Ron stammered.Standing by the side, Harry looked at the pink feather hat in front of him. Hearing the witch's murmurs, he suddenly thought belatedly, did he know something extraordinary?

No, it's nothing serious...it should be grandpa's old love history?Thinking about it, Harry heard Aunt Muriel say to Ron, "Okay, okay, find me a good seat, Ron, I'm a hundred and seven years old, it's best not to stand for too long Hurry up and walk away to make way for them, and out of the corner of your eye, you seem to see a touch of lavender coming from a distance.

And the witch walked past him as if she had never seen him before.

Harry exhaled, looking at Aunt Muriel's old-fashioned back, he suddenly remembered some things he had learned from her, involving many things about Grandma Bathilda, Dumbledore and Grindelwald , The images deeply buried in his memory were strung together in disorder in his mind. He remembered the only time in his previous life that he saw Grandma Bathilda, and also remembered what he saw in Godric's Hollow. What I heard and... the photos in the silver frame in the room...

"Hey, Harry." Suddenly someone called his name, "What are you doing standing here?"

"Ah..." Harry looked up when he heard the sound, and suddenly saw the blond young man who was floating in his mind... It seemed as if it just popped out of his mind so clear and real, except for that handsome face Not the high-spirited look in your head.

"It suddenly occurred to me... that I've seen you before," Harry whispered, looking at Grindelwald's eyes for a split second before becoming clear again.

Dumbledore looked at Harry with a little concern in his eyes.

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at Dumbledore, and then asked Harry with interest, "Where did you see that?"

Dumbledore, who had a premonition that the next topic must involve something, waved his hand subtly.

"Through Voldemort's brain, through Gregorovitch's eyes, I saw his memory..." Harry's voice was a little hoarse, "You are the thief who stole the Elder Wand from his house .”

"Huh?" There was a strange expression on Grindelwald's face, it couldn't be said whether it was a memory or... or something else.Perhaps in Harry's reminiscent tone, Grindelwald also recalled his past youth?

"For a long time, I have always had your face in good spirits in my head. A happy blond boy dangles in my memory, but it can't help me in my escape."

"Actually, my dear, I guess at that time I was not far from death." Grindelwald said humorously.

Harry had a complicated expression on his face: "Actually," he said, "I think the reason why Voldemort was able to discover that the old devil who had disappeared was the thief who stole the wand... It also has something to do with my accidental escape. .”

Grindelwald looked again at Dumbledore, and the two exchanged a look, and then he said, "That's all right, little Harry," he said, "as long as you're careful now."

"That's right, Harry." Dumbledore patted Harry on the shoulder, and Harry looked up at him, feeling that even though his hair was no longer gray with age, and his face no longer had deep lines of wisdom, he could still be as long as he When you look at him, you will find that no matter how young and handsome you are, the person in front of you will always be the persuasive and seductive Professor Dumbledore, "And whether it is you before or now, you have done a very good job. alright."

"Would you like to leave something to us?"

And Grindelwald, Harry thought, although he never knew Grindelwald, Dumbledore did.Although he never knew what the years he and Dumbledore experienced together looked like, but he believed in what Dumbledore once said - time, there are many things that make the "those" in his character stuff" dissipated.

So even though he still bears the name of the Dark Lord, even though his evil deeds are still obvious, this young man with the same vicissitudes of life will never be the Getler Grindelwald when he was young again.

It's like the good and bad things that Dumbledore experienced in his youth made his life.

"..." Harry blinked his eyes and exhaled. After taking a deep breath, his mood seemed to be much brighter, and then he asked, "How is the Ministry of Magic handling things? Although Scrimgeour has no merit, but After all, he is an upright and principled person, quite suitable for the position of Minister of Magic."

Dumbledore laughed dumbfounded.

"Don't worry," he said, "whatever the battle is going on tonight, your worst fears will not happen, and the nature of the wizarding world will not change."

"——still tolerant, and always tolerant." Dumbledore smiled, waved his hand covertly again, and said to Harry, "I think you have a friend here."

The author has something to say: Countless people are in danger, and countless people are willing to die

——I have to talk about Regulus' text message: I am willing to die, hoping that you will be killed when you meet your opponent.It’s really poignant, the translation in the movie I downloaded is: I pay the price of death, I hope you are just a mortal with flesh and blood when you meet your opponent.

I found that every time I write this kind of place, I like to blow up the number of words. I just wanted to be a 3k+, but I have a big brain.

Also, too many people have paid too much, such as Lupine Hagrid, etc., lurking to win over werewolves or giants, and Professor Dumbledore almost single-handedly planned his own death...

——"..." After a short period of sluggishness, Harry boldly raised his arms and hugged Snape.

Smelling the scent of the potion that was concealed from his nose, he closed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth uncontrollably.

Originally there was this sentence... the more I read it, the weirder it became, so I deleted it...

——I saw this when I read the foreshadowing of Harry Potter in Zhihu——

The first time Snape spoke to Harry, he asked, "Potter! If I add daffodil root powder to wormwood juice, what will I get?"

According to the Victorian flower language, daffodils are a type of lily, which means "my regrets will follow you to the grave"; absinthe means "absence", representing bitter sadness.All I can infer from Snape's question is "I regret Lily's death with great pain."

A heart-breaking stab, plus I've seen the sentence before, Snape, this man has only loved one woman from birth to death.

——But the more I look at the foreshadowing, the more I feel... Well, for example, in "Prisoner of Azkaban", Professor Trelawney did not sit at the table with Dumbledore, because there were already 12 people at the table .

She said: "I dare not, Principal! If I sit down, there will be 13 of us! There is nothing more unlucky than this! Don't forget, 13 people have dinner at the table, and the first person to stand up Die!"

And in Order of the Phoenix, Sirius is the first one at a table of 13 to stand up.

Later, he was also the first among the 13 to die.

In the ensuing Battle of the True and False Potters in Deathly Hallows, only 13 people made it to Weasley's Burrow.

Lupine was the first to stand up and demanded that Moody's body be found.Later he also died.

==Looking at the "Harry Potter" series, you can understand why JK wrote such a series of classics that became my childhood (teenage) memories and I can only write about them——

Oh oh oh forgot!Thank you Ye Xiaoling for the landmines!In addition, I will say that I always secretly swipe JJ on my mobile phone to read the messages~ so if you have something to say, you must say it, oh group!

☆, beginning IV

Harry turned his head and saw the strong and burly black-haired young man walking slowly, and he smiled sincerely: "Long time no see, Krum."

"Nice to meet you, Potter." Krum said in his old English. "Are you also invited by Fleur?"

"Forget it." Harry gestured to Dumbledore and Grindelwald where they were on the seating chart, and then walked towards Krum, "My father and Mr. Weasley are colleagues, and I and their family are almost The two children have a good relationship—here." Harry pointed to the tent mouth and said, "That's Ron, you should still have an impression of him, right? He quite likes you playing ball."

Krum squinted his eyes and looked at it for a long time before saying, "I seem to have a little impression, he is a friend of Longbottom, right?"

"Oh, yes." Harry said, "They are the Gryffindor trio, plus the girl in the purple dress next to..." Harry led Krum as he walked, and was about to say that his back was facing them Krum said Hermione's name before Harry.

"I remember her, Hermione, a beautiful girl," Krum said. "I practiced for a long time at Hogwarts to say her name well."

Harry felt the need to say something at this moment: "Oh, Hermione seems to be with Ron now... well, you know."

"Ah, are they dating?" Krum asked, distracted for a moment.

"Well—probably so." Harry nodded, feeling that he wasn't lying when he said that sooner or later.

"When I was at Hogwarts..." Krum recalled, "I felt that her attitude was very strange every time in front of that Wesley. Now that I think about it...that's how it is." He said, this By that time they had already reached the tent, "I still remember the prom..." He looked at Harry as he spoke, and suddenly changed the subject, "Speaking of the prom, was it your boyfriend who danced with you at that time? Didn't you come today?"

"Maybe in a while," Harry said pointedly, but Krum obviously didn't understand the meaning behind his words.

When they walked past Ron and Hermione, Krum greeted a few words, which aroused Hermione's surprise, so it aroused Ron's hostility, but Krum ignored Ron, but looked at Neville, with Barney's face on his face, asked rather puzzled, "Why, Longbottom isn't here?"

"He's here." Hermione didn't say anything more about this issue, and Harry said to Krum in a timely manner: "Let me take you to your seat, the wedding is about to begin." He said to Krum Rumu made a "please" gesture and led him into the tent.Krum's appearance rightfully caused some commotion, because he is, after all, a well-known Quidditch player with size and good looks.

Resisting people's curious or fiery eyes, Harry led Krum to his seat, and then wanted to sit down next to Lily who was waving at him, but George grabbed his arm as soon as he took a step: "Sit down!" Get off, or you will be hit by the bride."

Harry looked at Mr. Weasley who had already poked his head, so he had to sit down next to George first.As he listened to Ron and Neville talking next to him, he stared intently at the aisle—Mr. Whistling made the veela girls in front giggle. Looking at Fleur walking out slowly, Harry felt that the wedding was really sacred and interesting.

The tone of the wizard presiding over Dumbledore's funeral was the same as before. Harry glanced at Dumbledore and felt a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

...So this is a well-known person in the world of wizard hosts?Harry wondered.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the voice of the well-known wizard host echoed in the tent, "We gather here today to celebrate the union of two loyal souls..."

"Mr. Bill Weasley, would you like to—"

"Then Madame Fleur Delacour—"

"I declare you to be lifelong partners—" When the wedding wizard announced this, the cheerful and happy atmosphere set off by magic swept everyone instantly.Looking at Bill and Fleur surrounded by silver stars, Harry clapped sincerely amidst the chirping of the bird of paradise and the crisp ringing of bells.

Amid the joyful weeping of Mrs. Weasley and Mrs. Delacour and the sound of Hagrid blowing his nose like blowing a trumpet, countless people in the audience burst into tears.

In such an occasion, who can not be touched.

Before the tent turned into a glittering dance floor, Lily looked back at Harry, and tears seemed to glisten in her beautiful green eyes.But soon the band was on to the tune announcing "Dance All You Can," and Harry, who happened to be in the shadows of one waiter after another with glasses of pumpkin juice, butterbeer and Firewhiskey and a crumbling pile of pies and sandwiches, I didn't see Lily's eyes.

Harry walked through the excited crowd, walked around the dance floor towards Lily, and following Lily's gaze, he saw Dumbledore and Grindelwald leaving the crowd side by side.Harry raised his head and looked around carefully, not to mention James and Sirius who hadn't come over, even Remus was gone.

The laughing crowd didn't notice them leaving.This small world is full of joy and laughter, and everything in the Ministry of Magic will become uneasy. Some people are ready to do their best or give their lives—just to prevent this world from being controlled by darkness.

Harry looked at the distant sky, hoping that he was not worrying amidst the laughter, but that he was with his father, his godfather, and even many people he knew or didn't know, in the Ministry of Magic, in the war and guarding front.

But he's not there...

"Hey, Potter." Krum suddenly sat down next to Harry, "Do you know who that man in yellow is?"

Of course Harry knew, and he understood better why Krum asked him this question, but he pretended not to understand and said, "That's the father of one of my classmates, Lovegood. What? What's wrong with him?" Is it?" Harry asked, and once again learned something about the Deathly Hallows symbol and Grindelwald's "great feats" from Krum's mouth.

"The symbol of evil? Grindelwald's?" Harry said in surprise, "Isn't that symbol... er, the symbol of the Deathly Hallows? It's the one in the story of the three brothers in "The Tales of Beedle the Bard"... ..." Harry looked at the bewildered Krum, and asked slowly, "Haven't you read this book of fairy tales?"

"No, of course I've read it, I think every kid in the wizarding world has read it..." Krum's expression was still puzzled, "but there's no mention of the Deathly Hallows in the story..."

"But there are three magical... treasures mentioned in the story." Harry thought of a word to describe it, and drew the symbol of the Deathly Hallows step by step with his fingers in mid-air, "The Elder Wand." He drew A vertical line, "Resurrection Stone." A circle was added to the vertical line, "Invisibility Cloak." Finally, a triangle was drawn outside the vertical line and the circle.

"That's where the logo comes from—" Harry said, "There are some people who see this from this fairy tale and believe that the three things in the book really exist... I think Grindelwald is one of them. "

"And Mr. Lovegood is undoubtedly one of the believers," Harry said firmly.

"This is unbelievable..." Krum still couldn't understand, and even his tone became tough. "It's just a fairy tale, for entertainment—" he said to Harry, "Grindelwald just Because it killed so many people?"

"There is no limit to the thirst for power," Harry said flatly. "Didn't Voldemort still kill so many people, and after a defeat, he still accumulated strength to make a comeback, until he spread the shadow of death to every corner of Britain."

Krum still looked disapproving.

Harry patted him on the shoulder: "The story about the Deathly Hallows convinces some people because no one can prove that it doesn't exist—so conversely, no matter whether their existence is reasonable or not, they think they exist."

Krum still couldn't understand, and decided to take Harry's remarks as nonsense, so he found something to change the subject: "This girl is very beautiful." He looked towards the dance floor and sighed suddenly.Harry looked up and saw Ginny dancing with Luna.

"It's very beautiful." Harry said without any personal emotion, "but I heard from his brother that she already has a boyfriend. This is the youngest child of the Weasley family." Harry introduced.

"Hey," Krum didn't mean anything else, he just sighed, "All beautiful girls have their own names, what's the use of being an international star?" Harry didn't know the difference between him and Hermione. There was no way of knowing what had happened during that time, and there was no way of knowing whether he had really liked Hermione - and whether Hermione had really liked him, but Krum always seemed to be less reliable than Ron.

Of course, when Harry said goodbye to Krum, he didn't show the slightest suspicion that Krum was unreliable, so this farewell was also very pleasant. Krum didn't know the jerseys he had signed for Harry. Both were sold at a premium to support the great joke merch research.

Harry watched Krum's back disappear into the crowd, then grabbed a bottle of champagne floating in the air, and took a stack of sandwiches from the waiter, sat there eating and watching the people dancing on the dance floor, Let the chill of champagne slide into your stomach.

It was getting dark, and the night covered the surrounding fields. The warm atmosphere and the bottles of wine that were close at hand made many people drunk, but Harry became more and more sober.Lily, who was not far from him, smiled and stopped talking with a graceful woman (Harry thought it might be her classmate), and walked behind him.

Lily put her hand gently on Harry's shoulder, and her voice was as gentle as Harry's voice reading fairy tales in his memory, as if it could wipe away his fear of the night: "Don't be nervous, baby." Lily said, "It should be What comes will always come.”

Harry took Lily's hand lightly, and he gave himself a second to feel the warmest temperature in the world, before he gripped his wand tightly with that hand.

The band changed to a more cheerful tune, and people in costumes sang and danced on the dance floor. It seemed that a star had fallen on the distant star screen, but the falling silver seemed to be floating closer and closer like snowflakes...

Some found it, some didn't.But no one had watched it turn from a bit of silver to a big silver thing like Harry, and met it with eyes as it pierced above the dance floor—a Patronus, a lynx.It fell lightly among the frightened dancers, and spoke in Kingsley Shacklebolt's loud, deep, slow voice—

"Azkaban escapes, Ministry of Magic turmoil

, and here they come. "

Harry closed his eyes and opened them again, and everything in front of him was completely different - laughter and joy were swept away by silence, and then chaos spread, and Harry was caught by Lily in the panicked crowd, making sure that the two were not separated. Disperse.Guests fled in all directions, many apparating.

The protective spell around the Burrow has been broken.

"Armor protection," Lily yelled.

"Get out of here first, quickly," Harry said to Hermione, who hurried past him, "Go back to Grimmauld Place at once."

After saying this, Harry was knocked back and forth by the terrified guests, and his vision seemed to be floating on the rough sea.He watched Hermione trudging through the crowd, calling Neville and Ron's names, until he saw them find each other and disappear from the crowd in a flash - while more and more black cloaked and masked Figures appeared in venues with fewer and fewer guests.

The author has something to say: I thought this chapter would end with the funeral and then the Half-Blood Prince—but I just thought.

After Bill was disfigured by a werewolf - you think I wouldn't want to marry him?Or do you hope I don't want to marry him? Fu Rong said, her nose flaring, "Do I just care about his appearance?"I think my beauty alone is enough for both of us!All these scars say my husband was brave. "

I think my beauty alone is enough for both of us!

Ugh……

But what a lovely girl.

☆, beginning Ⅴ

Everything that followed happened quickly.After the brief confusion and spells flying around, some smart Death Eaters obviously felt that this was not the way to go. More and more people Apparated, which directly led to fewer and fewer ways for them to get news.So they used some method to quiet the chaotic crowd-the green spell thundered through the night sky, and Harry heard Fenrir Greyback's beastly roar, and at the same time a Death Eater said: "Stop your fugitive actions, compatriots, you have to believe that we are here without any malice, we are only here to track down the whereabouts of Neville Longbottom, and we are famous. Just find him, or prove that he is not here , then you can all go home safely.”

Some wizards who were startled and stopped looked up, only to realize that it was not the Dark Mark that appeared above their heads, and the wands of the Death Eaters surrounding them were all pointing at them, as if they were ready to go.

"If anyone can provide all the true and valid information about him, then he will be rewarded." Another Death Eater said, taking off his hood to reveal a gentle face and a grim smile, "Now, there are fewer people anyway. There are so many, how about we sit down and talk slowly?" He waved his wand, and dozens of chairs were arranged in rows, "Please."

No one moved.

"Okay, of course, if you prefer to stand." The Death Eater looked indifferent,

"Also we have to search your house... oh let me see," the Death Eater wandered his eyes and finally settled on Mr. Weasley, "Red-haired...Mr. Arthur Weasley, I miss you You should know that you want to support our work."

The Weasleys all had the same look on their faces.

"After all, after tonight, our people will become your bosses." The Death Eater said with a smile, and at the same time sent half of the people to the Burrow, "You must know that the wizarding world has been lacking a decent leader since Dumbledore died. People, although Dumbledore is not very good, but he is still stronger than Scrimgeour's short-lived ghost, although he is going to die, but the time to live is quite short."

"How dare you..." Hagrid said, obviously he couldn't tolerate them talking about Dumbledore like that, Harry's lips curled up slightly, and he turned his head to give the angry Hagrid a calm look.

"Now start asking." The Death Eater ignored Hagrid, as if he hadn't heard him, "One by one, Fenrir, I think you'd be willing to be the first one? Choose someone to open for us first." good head?"

The werewolf, who was allowed to wear Death Eater robes for his brutality, screeched