Chapter 1108

In fact, the hesitation became serious, and the alchemy exchange meeting that Fan Lin originally planned to attend was canceled because of Voldemort.

This is also related to the obstruction of the Ministry of Magic. Everyone in the Burrow is under the highest protection regulations of the Ministry of Magic. No one is exception, especially people like Fan Lin and Harry who have already fought against Voldemort. Naturally, Without Dumbledore's approval, they could not leave here easily because it was very dangerous.

However, when the results of the Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination came out the next day, Hermione felt a little excited.

Originally, this had nothing to do with Fan Lin and Hermione, but Dumbledore's methods always had to be believed. The Ministry of Magic planned to give Fan Lin and Hermione a separate ordinary wizard level examination, and the time was on the first day of school. For one week, the two of them choose their own time and subjects. Anyway, they are all responsible for it by their own professors at Hogwarts.

This made Hermione a little too excited, but for Fan Lin, this was a bit...well, a surprise...

Ministry of Magic exams?

Fanlin didn't think this was important, but in Hogwarts' perception, there seemed to be nothing more critical than this.

Naturally, the two of them fell into a new round of review. Of course, for Fan Lin, the difference was not too big.

Practicing magic spells, and then playing with his magic potions and alchemy in the warehouse of the Burrow, this is what he has been doing, and Nicoléme is very strict in urging him.

In addition, Fan Lin had to take out the magic pattern book that he had not taken out for a long time. This should be regarded as the biggest change.

The rest of the time was very fulfilling. Fanlin spent most of the rest of the day playing Quidditch in a two-person team (he and Harry played against Ron and Ginny, so they just happened to Evenly matched, in Harry's words, your charms are strong, but your Quidditch skills...didn't anyone tell you that you were terrible at flying on a broomstick?)

The evenings were spent eating three portions of everything Mrs. Weasley put in front of him, teasing and teasing Hermione, and calling it private tutoring.

Well, strictly speaking, this is a pretty good job.

Of course, if it weren't for the missing reports and strange (even fatal) accidents published every day in the Daily Prophet, this summer vacation would really be a happy and peaceful one.

Sometimes Bill and Mr. Weasley brought home new information before it even appeared in the newspapers.

The only thing that upset Mrs. Weasley was that Harry's sixteenth birthday celebration party was disrupted by the terrible news brought by Remus Lupine.

Lupine looked haggard and gloomy that day, his brown hair was mixed with a lot of white strands, and his clothes looked shabbier than ever.

"Two or three more Dementor attacks," Lupine announced gloomily as Mrs. Weasley handed Harry a large slice of birthday cake. "And they also found the body of Igo Karkaroff in a hut in the northern region. The Dark Mark was placed on the hut - well, frankly speaking, I am not convinced that he abandoned the Death Eater team. I was surprised to live a year after that; I remember Sirius' brother Regulus only lived a few days."

"Yeah, well," said Mrs. Weasley, frowning, "Maybe we should discuss something else -"

"Have you heard about Florin Fortescue, Remus?" said Bill, who was being harassed with wine by Fleur. "Then open-"

"—from the soda fountain in Diagon Alley?" Harry interjected uneasily, feeling his stomach empty. "He used to let me try free ice cream. What happened to him?"

"Dragged away, from the look of his shop."

"Why?" Ron asked, and Mrs. Weasley stared at Bill sternly.

"Who knows? He must have hindered them somehow. Florin is a good man."

"Speaking of Diagon Alley," said Mr. Weasley, "it seems Ollivander is missing too."

"The man who made the wand?" Ginny asked in shock. "That's him. The store is empty. There's no sign of a struggle. No one knows if he walked off on his own or was kidnapped."

“But wands—how do people buy wands?”

"They can go to other stores and buy it," Lupine said. "But Ollivander is the best, and if they get him over there, it's not good news for us."

"No, this is not the most important thing." Fan Lin said, "Does Dumbledore know about this? I mean Ollivander is missing."

"Uh, I seem to know...is there anything wrong?"

"Of course." Fan Lin said, "Voldemort is working on solving the problem of the connection between his wand and Harry's wand. We all know that their wands are twin wands, but replacing his own wand is very difficult for Voldemort. It is undoubtedly a loss of strength.”

"Will Ollivander help him solve it?" Lupine asked with a frown. He had seen Voldemort's power, so naturally...

"I don't know." Fan Lin hesitated. He thought about what Voldemort might know, but in fact, that will be in the future, but now, no one can guarantee whether Ollivander will use the Elder Wand. The story was told to Voldemort, and Voldemort himself was communicating with the power of the Elder Wandmaker...

"I'll tell Dumbledore," Lupine said with a nod.

"Okay, today is Harry's birthday, can't we talk about some pleasant topics?" Mrs. Weasley interrupted with some dissatisfaction, "This is a matter for the Order of the Phoenix, we can put it in the meeting. …”

"Oh, I don't mind." Harry quickly expressed his attitude, but apart from getting him a blank stare, there was nothing else...

"Okay, we can talk about something else." Fan Lin said, looking at Hermione, and then at everyone's serious faces.

"Where's Tonks?" Ginny said, "How did she..."

Speaking of Tonks, Fleur's face did not change, and Bill felt a little uncomfortable. Obviously, he knew Mrs. Weasley's plan, but in fact, no one could escape Fleur's charm, especially those who had already fallen into it.

However, when Tonks was mentioned, Lupine's face looked a little unnatural. Perhaps this little girl had caused Lupine a lot of trouble...

In this way, after spending this gloomy birthday tea party, they received the letter and textbook list from Hogwarts the next day, and of course some appointments and instructions. Fanlin was naturally re-elected, although this did not What eggs are used for.

However, Harry got a surprise: he was elected captain of the Quidditch team.

"Wow, I remember Charlie wearing this," said Ron, examining the badge happily. "Harry, that's so cool, you're my captain - if you still let me stay on the team, haha..."

"Well, now that you've received this, I don't think the trip to Diagon Alley can be pushed back any further," Mrs. Weasley sighed, looking at Ron's textbook list. "We'll go there on Saturday, as long as your father doesn't have to go to work that day. I wouldn't go without him."

"Mom, do you really think You-Know-Who is hiding behind the shelves at Flourish and Blotts?" Ron snickered.

"Did Fortescue and Ollivander go on vacation, huh?" Mrs. Weasley immediately became furious. "If you think the security issue is ridiculous, just stay at home and I'll buy your stuff myself-"

"No, I'm going, I'm going to visit Fred and George's shop!" Ron said hurriedly.

"Then wake up quickly, young man, don't let me think you are too naive and decide not to let you go with us!"

Mrs. Weasley said angrily, grabbing her clock - with nine hands still pointing to 'Danger to Life' - and placing it firmly on a pile of freshly laundered towels. "Otherwise I wouldn't let you go back to Hogwarts!"

Obviously, Ron's words touched Mrs. Weasley's sensitive point. At this juncture, any words about Death Eaters or Voldemort would undoubtedly cause Mrs. Weasley's neurotic and allergic symptoms.

The pressure was suffocating Mrs. Weasley.

Ron looked a little aggrieved and turned to stare at Harry in disbelief. His mother picked up the laundry basket containing the rickety clock and walked out of the room angrily.

"Oh my god... you can't even make a joke here..."

But fortunately, Ron didn't mention Voldemort rashly again in the remaining days. After all, Ron was still in awe of Mrs. Weasley's wrath.

It also made things much calmer for everyone, and Mrs. Weasley had no further outbursts by dawn on Saturday, although she still looked nervous at the dinner table. Fortunately, everyone can go out, but Bill and Fleur will stay at home.

At the early morning dinner table, Bill handed Harry a full money bag.

"Where's mine?" Ron asked immediately, eyes wide.

"That was Harry's, silly," said Bill. "I took it out of your vault for you, Harry, because it would now take at least five hours to get to their gold, and the goblins have stepped up security a lot. Alge Philpott just two days ago Got an integrity probe stuck in his... Well, trust me, it's the easier way."

"Thank you, Bill," Harry pocketed the gold.

"He's always so considerate," Fleur purred adoringly as she scratched Bill's nose.

For a moment Ginny pretended to vomit behind Fleur's back. Harry choked on his cornflakes and Ron slapped him hard on the back.

The sour smell of love makes them feel uncomfortable. They usually eat a lot of dog food, but here, they have to be shown off?

Fan Lin didn't feel anything at all, but for Harry and Ron, this was a naked injury. After all, the two of them must have fantasized about Fleur a few years ago...

However, the weather on the day we went out was terrible. The sky was full of dark clouds and looked very gloomy.

When they tied on their cloaks and appeared outside the house, a Ministry of Magic limousine that Harry had once ridden in was already waiting in the front yard.

"It's so nice of Dad to borrow these again," said Ron gratefully, stretching as the car pulled smoothly out of the Burrow and Bill and Fleur waved to them from the kitchen window. .

Ron, Harry, Fanlin, Hermione and Ginny sat in the spacious and comfortable back seat.

"Don't get addicted to it, it's all because of Harry," Mr. Weasley said, turning his head. He and Mrs. Weasley sat in the front seat with the Ministry's driver; the front passenger seat was considerately stretched out to form a two-seater sofa. "He's been given the highest level of security. We'll meet up with another group of guards at the Leaky Cauldron."

Harry said nothing; in fact, he didn't like shopping with a large group of Aurors, but there was no way around it, they had to cooperate.

However, he still had the invisibility cloak in his backpack, and he thought that if it worked for Dumbledore, it should work for the Ministry of Magic as well. Although he thought of this now, Harry was not sure whether the Ministry of Magic knew he had such a cloak.

Just as Harry was considering whether to use the invisibility cloak to escape, they had already arrived at their destination.

"You're here," the driver spoke for the first time, as if only a moment had passed, and he slowed down on Charing Cross Road and parked the car outside the Leaky Cauldron. "I'll meet you outside. Can you tell me how long you'll be here?"

"Two or three hours, I guess," said Mr. Weasley.

"Ah, good, there he is!" Harry looked out the window, following Mr. Weasley's lead; his heart was beating.

There was no Auror waiting outside the hotel, just a huge figure with a black beard. It was Rubeus Hagrid, the Hogwarts gamekeeper, wearing a beaver coat and looking at Harry with amusement, not paying attention to the horrified faces of the Muggle passers-by.

"Harry!" he said gruffly, and as Harry stepped out of the car, he was hugged with a force that could have crushed his bones. "It's good to see you."

"I'm glad," Harry grinned, rubbing his ribs.

"Ah, and you too!" Hagrid hugged everyone without a care.

"We didn't know that 'guards' referred to you!"

"I know, just like before, right? The Ministry wanted to send a group of Aurors, but Dumbledore said I could do it," Hagrid puffed out his chest proudly and put his thumbs in his pockets.

The Muggles around were obviously attracted by Hagrid, after all, a guy who was almost 1.5 times your height standing on the street was still amazing.

"Then let's go in - we'll follow you, Molly, Arthur -"

The Leaky Cauldron was empty, which was the first time in Harry's memory. The only one left in the lively crowd was the owner Tom, who had a haggard face and almost lost his teeth.

When they came in, Tom raised his head hopefully, but before he could say anything, Hagrid said seriously, "Just passing by today, Tom, you must know. Hogwarts business."

Tom nodded a little depressed and wiped the glass again.

For old Tom, it was different from when he came here before. He had obviously been unemployed for a long time. Just a few weeks before Fan Fanlin came here, the number of people here was not so sparse, and everyone was hiding in fear.

"It's terrible, isn't it."

"A little bit, but it's not surprising." Fanlin said, answering Hagrid's words, "But this won't last long."

"Oh, I always thought so, but before that, Tom might feel a little unhappy." Hagrid said in a muffled voice, obviously he also wanted to stop here and have a beer like before.

"Let's go over, Diagon Alley looks like..." (To be continued)