Chapter 1066

"Looking forward to it?"

"Of course." Harry nodded in response to van Lin's question.

To leave the Dursleys and come to the burrow, or the ancestral home of the Black family, is his dream. But, obviously, Harry prefers the burrow. Compared with the atmosphere of the Black family ancestral home, Harry is more comfortable in Ron's house.

In fact, considering the security, it is obviously unreasonable to regard the headquarters of the order of Phoenix as the object of strict supervision of the Ministry of magic. And out of Voldemort such a big thing, let Harry himself in Muggle world is obviously not a reliable idea, of course, burrow has become a good choice.

Without going further, several people went into the back door of the burrow, where there were old-fashioned high boots and rusty old crucibles, which were familiar to both van Lin and Harry. Harry could even hear the chirping of sleepy chickens coming from the henhouse in the distance.

This once made Harry feel a little dreamy, but in some ways, it seemed incomparably real, such as van Lin standing beside him, or Dumbledore walking forward.

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

"Who is it?" Asked a nervous voice. Harry recognized Mrs. Weasley. "Name it!"

"It's me, Dumbledore. We're back."

The door opened immediately. The stout Mrs. Weasley stood there in an old green nightgown.

"Harry, my dear! My God, Albus, you have frightened me. Don't you say that you and van Lin can't come back until dawn? "

"We are lucky," Dumbledore crossed the threshold. "Srahorn is easier to convince than I thought. Harry helped, of course. Ah, Hello, nefadera

Harry looked around the room and found that although it was late, Mrs. Weasley was not alone. At the table sat a young witch with a heart-shaped face, pale and holding a large cup in her hand.

"Hello, Professor," she said. "Hello, Harry, and van Lin."

"Hi, Tonks." Harry thought she looked haggard, even sickly, and had a reluctant smile. Without her usual bubbly pink hair, she didn't look as radiant as before.

Harry wanted to say something, but Vaseline took the lead in holding him and motioning him not to speak more, which made Harry a little incomprehensible, but then Tonks made Harry more confused.

"It's time for me to go," Tonks said quickly, standing up and draped his cape over his shoulders. "Thank you for your tea and your sympathy, Molly."

"Oh, please don't go for my sake," Dumbledore said politely. "I won't be long. I have something urgent to discuss with Rufus scriinger."

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

"honey, come over for dinner on the weekend. Remus and crazy eye are coming here --"

"No, really, Molly Anyway, thank you Good night, everyone. "

Tonks walked quickly past dumbley and walked out of the door without looking back. After a few steps out of the door, he disappeared into the thin air, which made him look like he was granted an amnesty? Get out of here?

Harry was puzzled, and he noticed that Mrs. Weasley seemed to have something on her mind.

"Well, we'll see you at Hogwarts, Harry, Valentine," Dumbledore said. "Take care of yourself. Molly, I'm always at your beck

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

"You're like Ron," she sighed, looking up and down at him. "It's like you're all under the stretch spell. I swear Ron is four inches bigger than when I bought him a robe last time. Are you hungry, Harry

"Yes," Harry suddenly realized how hungry he was. "Sit down, honey. I'll get something to eat."

Harry was sitting, and a cat with ginger hair and a big flat face sprang up to van Lin's knee and curled up and purred. "So Hermione is here, too?" He scratched happily behind the ear of crook hill.

"Of course..." Van Lin rolled his eyes. "In fact, Hermione and I just arrived here the day before yesterday. Compared with Modric 12, the burrow is more suitable for us to appear here. After all, Voldemort has returned, and we are on the opposite side. We always have to give some information to the Ministry of magic."

"Your message..."

"The burrow is protected by the Ministry of magic." "We have to do something for the Ministry of magic, or they won't even find a place to fight," said Van Lin, rubbing the big head of Mount kruck

"So, this is the order of the Phoenix...""Oh, it's just a branch. In fact, it's similar to the headquarters. After all, some of the things on the top are decided here, and Sirius..." Van Lin looked at Mrs. Weasley. "Some secrets are still left to Sirius, for example..."

Mrs. Weasley's voice was a little louder. She struck a large iron can with her wand: it jumped on the stove with a bang and immediately began to bubble.

"As a matter of fact, we didn't expect you to arrive in a few hours. Holding - "

in mid air, the tin pot flew up to Harry and tilted over; Mrs. Weasley pushed a bowl and caught the thick onion soup poured out of the jar, still steaming hot. Similarly, Mrs. Weasley took another bowl for van Lin.

"Bread, dear?"

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley." She raised her wand and waved; a piece of bread and a knife landed gracefully on the table. The bread was cut automatically, and the jar returned to the stove, so Mrs. Weasley naturally sat opposite Harry.

It's obviously impossible for Harry to continue talking with van Lin, but Harry knows Mrs. Weasley's attitude. To be exact, it is forbidden to talk to Harry about the topic of the order of the Phoenix?

"Oh, thank you, Mrs. Weasley." Van Lim took a piece of bread, then took a bite, and made an attitude of not admitting to what he had said before.

Harry also knows how to drink soup in silence. Mrs. Weasley is sitting opposite. Can't she expect them to talk about Dumbledore's plan here?

"So you convinced Horace slahorn to take the job?"

Harry's mouth was full of hot soup, so he just nodded.

"He taught Arthur and me," said Mrs. Weasley. "He used to teach at Hogwarts for a long time. I think he went to 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 can be attractive if he wants to, but Arthur never likes him. The Ministry was full of slahorn's favorite students, who was always good at helping, but never had the time to help Arthur - he didn't seem to think Arthur was an ambitious person. But that only shows that even srahorn can make mistakes. I don't know if Ron told you in his letter - it just happened - that Arthur was promoted

Mrs. Weasley had been eager to say that. Harry took a big gulp of hot soup and felt his throat blistering.

"That's great!" He gasped.

"It's very kind of you," said Mrs. Weasley, looking very happy. She wiped her wet eyes. "Yes, Rufus scriinger has created several new departments in response to the current situation, and Arthur now heads the office for detection and collection of counterfeit defensive charms and protective items. It's a big job. He has ten people under him now! "

"What is that "Well, because of the mysterious, mysterious things that you can sell, you can take out the mysterious. You can imagine what it is - the so-called protective potion, in fact, is a broth with Babo's tuber pus, as well as the lessons of those defensive curses. In fact, it will only take your ears off Well, in general, the criminals are people like Mundungus Fletcher, who have never done a day's business in their lives, and they just use people's fear to fool around. There are really serious things happening from time to time. A few days ago, Arthur also seized a number of cameras that might have been cursed. It was almost certain that some Death Eater had placed them. So it's a very important job, and I told him not to be stupid enough to check spark plugs, toasters and all that kind of Muggle waste. "

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

However, in fact, Mr. Weasley still hasn't got any higher vocational jobs. This is still Mr. Weasley's previous job, er, dealing with Muggle accidents?

This time, however, Mr. Weasley has expanded the scope of his examination.

Hard and thankless work can easily offend people

"Is Mr. Weasley still at work?" Harry asked. Obviously, Mrs. Weasley wanted to talk to him about this.

"Yes. In fact, it's a little late He said he would be back around midnight... " She turned her head and looked at the big clock, which was clumsily stacked on a laundry basket full of sheets at the end of the table.

Harry recognized it immediately: there were nine hands, each with the name of a family member engraved on it. It was usually hung on the wall of the Weasleys' living room, and its current position indicated that Mrs. Weasley had been carrying it with her tonight. Each pointer points to "life in danger.".

"It's been like that for a while," said Mrs. Weasley in a less convincingly relaxed tone, "since the mysterious man came back. I think maybe everyone is in danger I don't think it's just my family But I don't know who else has a clock like this, so I can't verify it, ohWith a sudden exclamation, she pointed to the clock face. Mr. Weasley's hand turned to "on the road.".

"He's coming back!"

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

"Yes," was Mr. Weasley's tired voice. "But that's what I would answer if I were a Death Eater, my dear. Ask questions

"Oh, frankly..."

Molly

"Well, well What is your greatest ambition? "

"Find out why airplanes can fly in the sky."

Mrs. Weasley nodded and turned the knob, but Mr. Weasley apparently held it tightly on the other side of the door, for it was still tightly closed.

"Molly! I have to ask you questions first! "

"Arthur, really, it's going to be silly..."

"What do you like me to call you when we're alone?" Even in such a dim light, Harry could see Mrs. Weasley's face turn red; he himself suddenly felt red, so he took a quick gulp of the soup and rowed the spoon in the bowl as loud as he could.

"Molly, baby," said Mrs. Weasley in a voice that could not be narrowed into the crack of the door.

"Right," Mr. Weasley said. "Now you can let me in." Mrs. Weasley opened the door, and her husband, a thin, balding wizard, was standing outside, with few red hair on his head, a pair of horny spectacles, and a long, dusty travel cloak.

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

"I mean, a Death Eater might have tortured him before he pretended to be you."

"I know, my dear, but this is the procedure required by the Ministry and I have to set an example. It's delicious - is it onion soup? "

Mr. Weasley turned his face to the table expectantly.

"Aha, Harry, Fanlin, I thought you would come in the morning!"

"Well, in fact, the process is much smoother than you think." Van Lin shrugged his shoulders, shook hands with Mr. Weasley, and then Harry. This is inevitable. Mr. Weasley always likes to do this, for example, to follow some magic ministry procedures?

As a matter of fact, that's not necessary at all, but it's interesting for van Lin to go back to Hermione's room and ask some questions when he wants to enter the door?

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

"Thank you, Molly. It was a tough night. Some idiots began to sell some facelift badges. You can change your appearance as long as you hang it around your neck. It is claimed that as long as ten garons are needed, thousands of disguises can be obtained! "

"What happens when you hang them around your neck?"

"Most people turn into a nasty orange, but a few have tentacles all over their bodies. It seems that Saint Mungo is still too busy. "

"It sounds like something Fred and George like," Mrs. Weasley said hesitantly. "Are you sure not --"

"of course I am!" Said Mr. Weasley. "They don't do that when people are busy looking for protection!"

"Speaking of it, van Lin, that's what you're good at, isn't it..." Mr. Weasley asked, "for example, a face changing necklace."

"Oh, yes." Van Lin nodded. "However, it's not only about ten kingarons, but it's time-consuming..." Van Lin is not only worried about those who have been cheated, because of fear and lost the minimum judgment?

A solidified Yi Rong Animagus, no matter what you think, this is also a very precious item.

"So that's why you're late, the transvestite badge?"

"Of course not. We also got wind that someone put a temper curse in elephant castle. Fortunately, when we got there, we found that the magic law enforcement team had found it out..."

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