Chapter 1,235

"So...that's true?" Ginny asked. "That's what you're going to do?"

"I...no...I was just kidding," Harry declined. They stared at each other, and there was something more than shock in Ginny's expression, and Harry suddenly realized that he and she were alone together for the first time since those lost days in the hidden corners of Hogwarts. .

He was sure she remembered it too.

They both jumped when the door opened and Mrs. Weasley, Kingsley and Bill walked in. They often had dinner with other members of the Order, since the Burrow had replaced Grimmauld Place as the Order's headquarters, Mr. Weasley explained that Dumbledore... after their Secret Keeper died, everyone Anyone who has been told the location of Grimmauld Place by Bledor automatically becomes the Keeper of Secrets.

"And since there are about twenty of us, that greatly weakens the power of the Fidelity Charm. The Death Eaters have over twenty chances of getting this secret from someone, and we can't expect it to hold up for long."

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

"Well, Mad-Eye cast a few spells to prevent Snape from ever finding the place again. We're hoping they're strong enough to keep Snape out of it, and if he wants to reveal the place, he can Binding his tongue, but we can't be sure, so it would be foolish to continue using this place as a headquarters while its protection has become so weak."

In the evening, the kitchen was so crowded that using automatic cutlery was difficult, and Harry found himself huddled next to Ginny, passing words between them that made him wish there were a few people between them. , he was trying his best not to brush her arm, so he could barely cut his chicken.

To his surprise, Fanlin finally walked out of his room after a few days. This was probably the most exciting thing for Harry. Madam Pomfrey announced that Fanlin could leave her little room and left in a hurry.

The past few days have been very sad for Fan Lin. Once the tense nerves relaxed, the damage caused by the large amount of magic power washing over his body was so great that Fan Lin almost couldn't stand up.

In Madam Pomfrey's words, if Fanlin hadn't had a special physique and usually consumed a large amount of replenishing potions, just continuous high-intensity disembodiment would have been enough to kill him.

This made Fan Lin feel very lucky, and it was a bit surprising that Fan Lin would be rescued by people from the Holy See.

They seemed to have known that he was coming, but it was guaranteed that he had not had any contact with anyone from the Holy See.

Moreover, it is a pity that Trevor is a little too cowardly. Facing the holy knight Teflon of the Holy See, he does not even have the courage to take action. And the knight too, let the vampire go?

This probably overturned the impression that the Holy See’s faith is supreme.

"Is there no news about Mad-Eye?" Fan Lin asked sitting next to Hermione.

Mundungus' betrayal was a bit abrupt, but it made sense.

In the face of Voldemort, if Mundungus maintains the image of Harry, he will definitely die, but betrayal is not certain, even if he will be punished by a mortal curse.

"Nothing," Bill replied, shaking his head.

As yet they had not held a funeral for Moody, as Bill and Lupine had not been able to find his body, and finding where he might have fallen was difficult in the darkness and confusion of the battle.

"The Daily 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 haven't filed a single case for underage magic because of the magic I used against the Death Eaters," Harry said to Verlin across the table, who just shook his head.

"Because they know I don't have a choice or because they don't feel comfortable telling the wizarding world that Voldemort attacked me?"

"That's it," Fanlin confirmed, "the Ministry of Magic no longer has the ability to face Voldemort."

"They've always been like that," said Mr. Weasley. "Lately, I guess, Scrimgeour doesn't want to admit that You-Know-Who is as powerful as he used to be, or that there was a massive jailbreak in Azkaban."

"Yeah, why tell the public the truth?" Harry said, clutching his knife tightly, the blurry white scar on the back of his right hand showing: I can't lie.

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

"Of course not, Ron, but people are scared," replied Mr. Weasley, "that they will be the next to disappear and that their children will be the next to be attacked! There are disgusting rumors going around. , I don't believe that the Muggle Studies professor resigned at Hogwarts, she has been missing for several weeks, during which time Scrimgeour closed his office all day long, I just hope he is formulating a plan."

Everyone fell silent as Mrs. Weasley conjured the empty plates onto the work surface and began serving the apple pies.

"We have to decide how to protect you, Ally," Fleur said as they all ate pudding.

"Why?" Harry was a little confused. In fact, he couldn't think of anything different from Fleur...

"For this wedding," Fleur said frankly, "of course, none of our guests are Death Eaters, but we can't guarantee that they won't inadvertently say something after drinking champagne."

In fact, from this point on.

Harry deduced that she still doubted Hagrid.

"Yes, good offer," Mrs. Weasley said from the top of the table where she sat, glasses perched on the bridge of her nose, while scanning the intricate work that had been scrawled on a long sheet of sheep.

"I believe they will not refuse some small means, such as having a wonderful carnival and freeing up a day." Fanlin said with certainty, and he watched Mrs. Weasley record it in her notebook .

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

"Why?" Ron shouted, dropping his spoon to the floor and glaring at his mother, "Why does my room have to be cleaned? Harry and I like it the way it is!"

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

"Then they're going to have the wedding in my room?" Ron asked furiously, "What the hell..."

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

Ron glared at his parents before picking up his spoon and swallowing the last few bites of his apple pie.

"I can help, there are some things here that belong to me," Harry told Ron, but Mrs. Weasley interrupted, "No, Harry, dear, I want you to help Arthur get these chickens, Hermione." , I would be very grateful if you went to change the sheets of the Delacours. You know they will be here at eleven o'clock tomorrow morning. As for Fanlin, you have just regained the ability to get out of bed..."

"Oh, Hermione can just take care of me, Mrs. Weasley..." Fan Lin said quickly. In the past two days, it was Mrs. Weasley, Ginny and Fleur who had been coming over. This was extremely embarrassing.

"Ah, yes, Mrs. Weasley, I'll do it!" Hermione quickly grabbed it, "Ginny can help me go to Mr. and Mrs. Delacour, and there's also Gabri..."

"Okay..." Mrs. Weasley said reluctantly, "You do it."

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

And as it turns out, there's very little to do when it comes to getting these chickens.

"No need to mention it to Molly," Mr. Weasley said to Harry, who was herding his chickens into the coop, "but, um, Ted.** gave me Sirius Motorcycle. Most of the parts of the car and, um, I'm keeping it, which is, hiding it here, it's amazing stuff, has an exhaust, like I believe it says, the most gorgeous battery, this is A great opportunity to figure out how the brakes work. Will put it all back together again when Molly isn't...I mean, when I have the time."

When they walked back to the house, Mrs. Weasley was nowhere to be seen, so Harry raced towards Ron's attic bedroom.

"I'm doing it, I'm doing it...! Ah, it's you," Ron said exaggeratedly, jumping up. He was lying on the bed when Harry entered the room, which was still as messy as before.

The difference was that Hermione was now sitting in a far corner sorting through two large piles of books, some of which Harry recognized as his own, and her fluffy ginger cat, Crookshanks, was in her At feet.

Of course, there is Fan Lin, who is sitting weakly on the sofa. In fact, except for his face becoming paler, Harry can't feel any change, just like when he was in the Gryffindor common room, he is still the same. Grabbing his wand.

This should be for Mrs. Weasley, the Disillusionment Curse?

"Hi, Harry," Hermione said as he sat down on his cot.

"How did you two escape?" Harry asked in confusion.

"Fanlin used an illusion spell. As long as she returned to the room, Mrs. Weasley would not say anything." Hermione said, and she threw a copy of "Grandma Divination and Divination" on a pile of books. , a copy of "The Rise and Fall of Dark Arts" was thrown on another pile.

"We were just talking about Mad-Eye," Ron told Harry, who I guessed might still be alive. "

"But Bill saw him hit by the Killing Curse," Harry said.

"Yes, but Bill was also under attack," Ron said. "How could he confirm what he saw?"

"Even though the Killing Curse missed him, Mad-Eye still fell a thousand feet," Hermione said, now holding a heavy copy of "Quidditch England and Ireland" in her hands .

"Maybe he used a protective spell—"

"Fleur said he knocked his wand out of his hand," said Harry.

"Well, well, if you want him dead," said Ron grumpily, banging his pillow into a more comfortable shape.

"Of course we don't want him to die!" Hermione said, looking at him in shock, "His death is terrible! But we also have to face reality!"

For the first time, Harry imagined Mad-Eye's body, broken and falling off like Dumbledore's, with one eye still buzzing in its socket, and he felt a throbbing pain accompanied by a strange desire to laugh. .

"The Death Eaters may have cleaned up after themselves, which is why no one found him," said Vanlin truthfully, "Moody's body is very complicated, and those alchemical devices hindered Moody's ability to use magic. Although I am very reluctant to admit it, but... Moody is likely to fall into the hands of the Death Eaters."

"Yes," said Harry, "Like Barty Crouch, he turned into bones and was buried in Hagrid's front garden. They may have transformed Moody and buried him..."

"Stop talking!" Hermione screamed in shock. Harry looked over and saw tears bursting from her eyes and falling on the spell alphabet she copied. "Oh, no," said Harry, struggling to get up from the camp bed, "Hermione, I don't mean to make you uneasy..."

"Oh, it's okay, Hermione, I'm here..." Vanlin stood up, hugged Hermione in his arms, and then took out a clean handkerchief from his pocket and tried to wipe the girl's tears.

"Oh, sorry... I mean... sorry..." She sniffed and sobbed, "It was so... terrible, wasn't it, it happened right after Dumbledore... I never dared to imagine that Mad-Eye would die, somehow, he looked so strong!"

"Yes, yes, he does look like you said," Vanlin hugged Hermione, "It was my mistake, I shouldn't..."

"It should be blamed on Mundungus!" Ron said angrily, "He only needs to get in touch with magic and help Moody block a few spells, so that..."

"Moody wouldn't do that..." Vanlin said, "He would rather Voldemort chase him..."

When saying this, Vanlin looked at Harry, "Of course, there is nothing right or wrong in all this, it's just that Mundungus Mundungus is too cowardly. "

"Don't trust Mundungus..." Harry repeated, "By the way, you are not..."

"Contract spell, yes, he violated the agreement, so I think he will probably lose most of his ability to cast spells." Vanlin said, "The spell will prevent Mundungus from casting spells, and it may have taken effect at the moment of Apparition."

"I mean..." Harry hesitated, "Will we..."

"He deserves it, Harry!" Vanlin shook his head and refused, "Once it happens once, it will be easy to happen a second time, a third time, I can't leave him to the Death Eaters because of his cowardice, his will is not strong, and he is very good at playing tricks."

"Okay..." Harry nodded, Vanlin let go of Hermione, and then Hermione continued to sort the books.

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

"Just wanted to see what books we need to take," Hermione said, "when we look for Horcruxes."

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

"Haha," Hermione said, staring at the magic spelling table below, "I wonder..., will we need to translate the ancient magic language? That's possible... I think we'd better take it with us, just to be safe." She threw the spelling table into the larger of the two piles of books and picked up "Hogwarts, A History of the School".

"This is not an easy job..." Vanlin frowned, "Hermione, I would rather you could..."

"Don't refuse me, okay!" Hermione said softly, "I will be more uneasy here." (To be continued)