Chapter 1196

"So Is that true? " Ginny interjected and said, "that's what you're going to do?"

"I No I'm just joking, "Harry said. They stare at each other, and there's something more than shock. In Ginny's expression, Harry suddenly realizes that he and she are alone for the first time since the good times lost in the hidden corners of Hogwarts.

He was sure she remembered.

When the door opened, they both jumped up and Mrs. Weasley, Kingsley and bill came in. They often have dinner with other members of the order of the Phoenix, because the burrow has replaced 2 grimmer square as the headquarters of the order of the Phoenix, Mr. Weasley explained that Dumbledore After the death of their secret agent, everyone who had been informed of the location of grimmer square by Bradley automatically became a Secret Keeper.

"And because there are about twenty of us, this greatly weakens the power of the red heart mantra. Death eaters have more than 20 chances to get this secret from someone, and we can't expect it to last long. "

"But Snape must have told the Death Eaters the address by now?" Asked Harry.

"Well, the mad eye cast a few incantations to prevent Snape from finding the place again. We hope that their strength is strong enough to exclude Snape from this place and restrain his tongue if he wants to say it. But we can't be sure, so it's very good to continue to use this place as the headquarters when its protection becomes so weak Stupid. "

In the evening, the kitchen was so crowded that it was very difficult to use the automatic knife and fork. Harry found himself huddled next to Ginny. They were passing things without words, which made him hope that there were several people between them. He was trying to avoid sweeping her arm, so he could hardly cut his chicken.

To his surprise, van Lin finally came out of his room after a few days, which was probably the most exciting thing for Harry, and Mrs. Pomfrey announced that van Lin could leave her small room and left in a hurry.

These days for Fanlin is really very sad, once the nervous tension relaxed, a lot of magic washed the body caused damage is almost on the van Lin almost can not stand up.

In Madame Pomfrey's words, if not for van Lin's special constitution and a large number of tonic potions to be swallowed, the continuous high-intensity phantom shift alone would have killed him.

This made Fanlin feel very lucky, and would be rescued by the Vatican people, which made Fanlin feel a little surprised.

They seemed to have known for a long time that they were coming, but he had no contact with the Vatican.

What's more, it's a pity that Trevor is a little too timid. Facing the holy knight Teflon, he doesn't even have the courage to do it. And the knight, too, let the vampire go?

This probably overturned the image of the Holy See's supremacy.

"No news about the mad eye man?" Asked Fanlin, sitting next to Hermione.

The betrayal of Mundungus is abrupt, but it is reasonable.

In the face of Voldemort, if Mundungus keeps Harry's image, he will surely die, but betrayal is not necessarily, even if he will be punished by the magic spell of Fanlin.

"Nothing," bill replied, shaking his head.

So far, they haven't held a funeral for moody because Bill and lupin haven't found his body, and it's hard to find where he might have fallen in the dark and chaotic fighting.

"The prophet didn't say a word about his death or the search for his body," bill continued, "but that doesn't mean anything. They've been very quiet these days."

"And they don't have a hearing about the use of magic by minors because of the magic I use against death eaters," Harry said to Vaseline across the table, who just shook his head.

"Because they knew I had no choice, or because they didn't like to tell the magic world that Voldemort had attacked me?"

"That's it," Fanlin affirmed. "The Ministry of magic is no longer able to face Voldemort."

"They have always been like this." Mr. Weasley said, "recently, I guess slinger doesn't want to admit that the mystery man is as powerful as it used to be, or that there's been a massive prison break in Azkaban."

"Yes, why tell the public the truth?" Holding on to his knife, Harry said, a faint white scar appeared on the back of his right hand: I can't lie.

"Isn't there anyone in the Ministry of magic ready to stand up to him?" Ron asked angrily.

"Of course not, Ron, but people are afraid," Mr. Weasley replied. "They are afraid that they will be the next to disappear, their children will be the next to be attacked! I don't believe that the Muggle research professor who resigned at Hogwarts has been missing for several weeks. In the meantime, slinger has closed his office all day. I just hope he is working out a plan

When Mrs. Weasley got the magic to get the empty plates onto the table and began serving apple pies, everyone stopped talking."We have to decide how to protect you, Ali," said hibiscus, as they were eating pudding.

"Why?" Harry is a bit confused. In fact, he can't think of this and hibiscus

"For the wedding," Furong said candidly, "of course, none of our guests are death eaters, but we can't guarantee that they won't accidentally say something after they drink the champagne."

In fact, from this point on.

Harry infers that she still suspects Hagrid.

"Yes, good proposal," said Mrs. Weasley from the top of the table where she sat, her glasses hanging from the bridge of her nose, while browsing through the miscellaneous work that had been scribbled on a long sheep.

"I'm sure they won't turn down some small things. It's like having a wonderful Carnival and then making time for the day." Fanling said with certainty that he watched Mrs. Weasley record it in her notebook.

"I agree. Now, Ron, have you cleaned your room?"

"Why?" Ron exclaimed, his spoon falling to the ground and glaring at his mother, "why does my room have to be cleaned? Harry and I like how it looks now

"We're going to have your brother's wedding in a few days, young man..."

"Are they going to have a wedding in my room?" Ron asked furiously, "what the hell..."

"Don't talk to your mother like that," Mr. Weasley said firmly. "Do what she says."

Ron glared at his parents, picked up his spoon and swallowed the last mouthfuls of apple pie.

"I can help. Here's something for me," Harry told Ron, but Mrs. Weasley interrupted. "No, Harry, honey, I hope you'll help Arthur with these chickens, Hermione, and I'll be very grateful if you'll change the delacours' sheets. You know they're going to be here at eleven o'clock tomorrow morning, and as for van Lin, you've just regained your ability to get out of bed... "

"Oh, Hermione can take care of me, Mrs. Weasley..." Fanlin quickly said that it was Mrs. Weasley or Ginny or Hibiscus coming over these two days. It was really embarrassing.

"Ah, yes, Mrs. Weasley, I'll do it!" Hermione quickly grabs it. "Ginny can help me go to the delacours, and there's Gabriel..."

"OK..." Mrs. Weasley said reluctantly, "you come."

Harry opened his mouth, but he couldn't find any reason to help Vaseline.

And it turns out that when you start making these chickens, there's very little to do.

"There's no need to talk to Molly," Mr. Weasley said to Harry, who was driving his chicken into the henhouse. "But, um, Ted Tonks gave me most of the parts of the Sirius motorbike, and, well, I'm keeping it, which means it's amazing to hide it here, with an exhaust, as I believe it says, most Gorgeous batteries, this is a great opportunity to study how the brakes work. Will put them all together again, when Molly doesn't I mean, when I have time. "

When they went back to the house, Mrs. Weasley was gone, and Harry ran to Ron's Attic bedroom.

"I'm doing it, I'm doing it..."! Oh, it's you, "said Ron Teng, leaping up and exaggerating. When Harry entered the room, he was lying in bed, and the room was as messy as ever.

The difference is that Hermione is sitting in a far corner sorting out two piles of books, some of which Harry recognizes as his own, her plush ginger cat with crook hill at her feet.

And of course, there's van Lin, who's weak in the sofa. In fact, Harry can't feel any change except a little bit pale, just like when he was in the Gryffindor public lounge, still holding his wand.

This is supposed to be for Mrs. Weasley, phantom spell?

"Hi, Harry," Hermione said as he sat on his marching bed.

"How did you two escape?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"Fanlin used a phantom spell, and as soon as she returned to the room, Mrs. Weasley would not say anything." As Hermione said, she left a "granmadica and number divination" on one pile of books and "the rise and fall of the dark arts" on another.

"We were just talking about Crazy eyed man," Ron told Harry, and I guess he might still be alive. "

"But Bill saw that he was hit by a deadly curse." Said Harry.

"Yes, but Bill is under attack," said Ron. "How can he confirm that he saw it?"

"Even if the lethal curse didn't hit him, the mad eye still fell a thousand feet," said Hermione, now holding a heavy copy of the English and Irish Quidditch team in her hand.

"Maybe he used a protective spell -"

"Hibiscus said his wand flew out of his hand," Harry said.

"Well, well, if you want him to die," said Ron irritably, patting his pillow into a more comfortable shape."Of course we don't want him dead!" Hermione said, looking at him in shock, "his death is terrible! But we also have to face the reality

For the first time, Harry imagined that the mad eye man's body had broken off like Dumbledore's, and one eye was still whizzing in his socket. He felt a throbbing pain accompanied by a strange desire to laugh.

"The Death Eater may have cleaned himself up later, which is why no one found him," Van Lin said truthfully. "Moody's body is very complicated, and those alchemy devices hinder Moody's ability to use magic. I hate to admit that, but Moody is likely to fall into the hands of Death Eaters. "

"Yes," said Harry, "like Barty crouch, turned into bones and buried in Hagrid's front garden. They might have deformed moody and buried him in..."

"No more!" Hermione screamed in shock. Harry looked over and saw tears in her eyes on the spell alphabet she had copied. "Oh, no," said Harry, struggling to get out of the cot. "Hermione, I didn't mean to upset you..."

"Oh, never mind, Hermione, I'm here..." Van Lin stood up, put Hermione in his arms, and took a clean handkerchief out of his pocket, trying to help the girl wipe away her tears.

"Oh, I'm sorry I mean Sorry... " She sniffed and sobbed, "that's amazing Terrible, isn't it? It's happening in Dumbledore After I never imagined that crazy eye man would die. Somehow, he looked so strong

"Yes, yes, he does look like you said," Van Lin hugged Hermione. "It's my fault. I shouldn't have..."

"It should be mondungus!" said Ron angrily. "He just needs to touch the magic, and then help moody ward off a few spells, so that he can..."

"Moody's not going to do that..." Fanlin said, "he would love Voldemort to chase him..."

As he said this, Fanlin looked at Harry. "Of course, there's nothing right or wrong about all this, but Mundungus is too weak."

"Don't believe in Mundungus..." Harry repeated, "by the way, you're not..."

"Contract spell, yes, he broke the contract, so I think he's going to lose most of his casting power." "The spell will prevent Mundungus from casting the spell, which may have been in effect as soon as the phantom has moved," Van leen said

"I mean..." Harry hesitated and said, "will we..."

"He deserves it, Harry!" Van Lin shook his head and refused, "once, it's easy to go out for the second time. The third time, I can't leave him to the Death Eater because of his cowardice. His will is not very firm, and he is good at playing tricks."

"OK..." Harry nodded, and vaseline let Hermione go. Then Hermione went on sorting the books.

"What do you want these books for?" Ron suddenly asked.

"Just to see what books we need to bring," Hermione said. "When we look for Horcruxes."

"Oh, of course," said Ron, tapping a hand on his forehead. "I forgot that now we have to start tracking Voldemort in the mobile library."

"Ha ha," said Hermione, staring at the magic alphabet below, "I want to know Do we need to translate ancient magic? That's possible I think we'd better take it with us, for the sake of safety. " She dropped the list into the larger of the two stacks and picked up Hogwarts, a school history.

"It's not an easy job..." Van Lin frowned. "Hermione, I wish you could..."

"Don't refuse me, will you?" Hermione whispered, "I'll be more upset here."

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