Chapter 1,239

The atmosphere was very awkward...

So much so that even Vanlin, who was standing behind Ron, felt a little uneasy.

Ron's face was red, and Hermione took two steps back, but it was useless.

Harry almost wanted to slam the door in their faces, but as the door opened, he calmed down, and the scene just now was like a soap bubble.

For a moment, it was like returning to Dumbledore's funeral.

He said something to Ginny, and all the reasons why he couldn't be with Ginny came to his mind.

He had no time and energy now... If he took Ginny with him... If something happened, Harry would definitely go crazy.

Moreover, Ron and Mrs. Weasley...

Harry's brain was working quickly. He looked at Ginny and wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say, but Ginny turned her back to him.

He thought maybe she couldn't help crying this time. But Harry couldn't comfort Ginny in front of Ron.

"See you later." Harry said helplessly, and then followed Vanlin out of the house.

Ron strode downstairs in front, through the still crowded kitchen and into the yard. Harry followed him quickly, while Vanlin and Hermione trotted behind them. To be honest, this made the two feel a little panicked.

Ron was acting too abnormal, especially when it came to Harry and Ginny.

Once behind the freshly mowed lawn, Ron couldn't wait to start circling Harry.

"You hurt her, what are you doing now, wasting her youth?" Ron said loudly, looking a little indignant.

That was his sister, and Ron happened to know Harry Potter, and of course what they were going to do.

It can be said that ten years? Twenty years?

This is something that no one can be sure of.

"I'm not wasting her youth," Harry said, and Hermione caught up.

"Ron..."

But Ron raised his hand to stop her from talking.

"She was really sad when you broke up..."

"Me too, you know why I broke up, and that's not what I wanted to do." Harry said angrily.

"Yes, but now you are teasing her again and giving her hope..."

"She is not stupid, she knows that is impossible, she did not expect us to end up...getting married, or..." Harry said, and in his mind, he saw Ginny in a white wedding dress, holding a wedding with a tall, annoying, unknown man. At that moment, he suddenly realized: her future is free and unobstructed, while his is...nothing in front of him except Voldemort.

"If you tease her every time you have a chance, then..." Ron opened his mouth, but he was discouraged in the end.

"Not next time," Harry said cruelly, although the weather was cloudless, he felt that he could not see the sun at all. "Okay?"

"But, have any of you asked Ginny what she really thinks? She knows what she wants to do..."

"So what?" Ron questioned, "We can do nothing? You don't mind, because... well, I..."

"Maybe we try harder..." Vanlin tried to say, "It's not impossible."

"Really impossible?" Harry repeated, not knowing whether it was a question or affirmation in his words. In short, this birthday made Harry feel a little bad.

That day, Ginny never tried to be alone with Harry again, nor did she show that they had done anything inappropriate in her bedroom.

However, Charlie's arrival brought relief to Harry.

Mrs. Weasley distracted her attention to Charlie, pressed him into a chair, waved her wand threateningly, and told him that it was time for a haircut.

Harry's birthday dinner was so large that it filled the kitchen of the Burrow. Before Charlie, Lupin, Johnny, Hagrid and Sirius arrived, several tables had been set up in the garden.

Fred and George used magic to burn a big "7" on several purple lanterns and hung them above the guests' heads.

Thanks to Mrs. Weasley's care, George's wound has been cleaned now, but Harry is still not used to the black hole on the side of his head. The twins have made fun of it.

Hermione used her wand to create many purple and gold ribbons, which were hung on branches and bushes in a very romantic way.

"Maybe you want to design it yourself..." Fanlin said with emotion. With the last magic from the wand, Hermione turned the leaves of the hawthorn tree into gold.

"Let's talk about it later!" Hermione said indifferently, but she seemed a little happy.

"Hey, what do you mean by talk about it later? What do you want to do?"

"What do you care about me? If you have time to hang around me here, you might as well help me!"

"With pleasure, ma'am!" Fanlin said, and as he waved his wand, the crystal clear ice crystals were like diamonds embellishing luxurious clothes.

"Look at the two of them?" Ron muttered, "It's like my own..."

"Oh, I think it's great, and I don't mind." Harry suddenly realized what Ron wanted to say, and he also...

Harry met Ginny's eyes, and immediately, Harry smiled at her, then remembered his promise to Ron, and hurriedly talked to Mr. Delacour.

"Borrowed! Borrowed!" shouted Mrs. Weasley as she walked into the garden. There was a huge Golden Snitch floating in front of her, as big as a beach ball. Soon Harry realized it was his birthday cake.

Mrs. Weasley used her wand to levitate it in the air, which was much safer than carrying it across the uneven ground. When the cake landed safely in the center of the table, Harry said, "This is amazing, Mrs. Weasley."

"Oh, it's nothing, dear," Mrs. Weasley said happily. Ron gave Harry a thumbs-up over her shoulder, mouthing as if to say "Well done!"

At seven o'clock all the guests arrived, and Fred and George stood at the end of the lane waiting to greet them and usher them into the house.

Hagrid put on his best hideous brown hairy coat to look serious.

This has always made Fan Lin have a question, is it difficult for Hagrid to be cold?

Then, Hagrid came over, and Fan Lin changed some ice cubes and gave them to him, which made Hagrid enjoy it very much.

But compared to Hagrid, Lupine made Harry care a little. Although he kept smiling when shaking hands with Harry, Harry still felt that he was not very happy.

This is so strange. Sis standing next to Lupine has a happy face, which is a sharp contrast.

"Happy birthday, Harry!" she said, giving Harry a tight hug.

"Seventeen years old, hey!" Hagrid said, taking the glass of wine as big as a barrel from Fred. "It's been six years since we met, Harry, do you remember?"

"Absolutely," Harry looked up and smiled at him, "Didn't you just break the front door, make Dudley grow a pig's tail, and tell me I'm a wizard?"

"Oh, I forgot the details," Hagrid said with a proud smile, "How are you, Hermione, and Ron?"

"We're fine," Hermione said. "How are you?"

"Ah, not bad. I've been fooling around and we got a few more newborn unicorns. I'll show you when you get back..."

Um...

This sentence is destined to disappoint Hagrid. Fanlin and others have determined that they will not return to school, at least, until Dumbledore comes back...

Speaking of which, Fanlin remembered the dream he had before.

In fact, Fanlin dreams very few, and mental fatigue can easily make the wizard fall into sleep. Of course, considering his age, there are some other dreams, but as for reality...

Pilgrimage, and Dumbledore...

This was so strange that it made Fan Lin feel a little uneasy.

"Here, Harry..." Hagrid interrupted, "Actually, I couldn't think of anything to give you, but I remembered this."

As Hagrid spoke, he took out a small bag tied with a furry string. The bag was tied with a string. The string had obviously been worn around his neck for a long time.

"A small bag made of donkey skin. No one can take the contents except the owner himself. It's rare!"

"Hagrid, thank you so much!"

"You're welcome!" Hagrid shook his hand as big as a trash can. "Charlie's here too! I've always liked him... Hey! Charlie!"

Charlie came over and ran his hands sadly over his terrible new haircut.

Mrs. Weasley's custom...

Limited edition worldwide, only available for purchase by those present...

Charlie was shorter than Ron, with a short build and many burns and scratches on his muscular arms.

"Hi Hagrid, how are you doing?"

"Long time no see. How is Nobo?" Hagrid asked, "You should be taking care of it already. I just sent it to him some time ago, but I didn't see you. You know, now The school is not very convenient."

"Nobo?" Charlie laughed. "That Norwegian Ridgeback? Now we call her Nobetta."

"So...Nobo is actually a female dragon?"

"Oh, yes." Charlie said.

"How did you know?" Hermione asked puzzledly. In fact, egg-laying... Hermione had also seen Nob several times, but she couldn't tell the difference at all. Nob was still too young at that time.

"Because the mother is more vicious." Charlie said pointedly.

He turned his head and looked back and lowered his voice: "I hope dad will come back soon, mom is in a hurry!"

Everyone went to see Mrs. Weasley. She was constantly glancing at the door while trying to chat with Mrs. Delacour.

"I think we'd better get started without waiting for Arthur," Weasley said after looking at it a few more times. "He must have been delayed for something...oh!"

Everyone saw it: a ray of light flew from above the yard and landed on the table, then transformed into a silver weasel, stood back, and said in Mr. Weasley's voice: "The Minister of Magic is coming back with me."

Immediately, the patron saint disappeared into the thin air, and Furong's family stared at the place where it disappeared in shock.

"We can't stay here anymore," Lupine said immediately, "Harry... I'm sorry... I'll explain it to you when I have time..."

He grabbed Louis's hand and pulled her away. They climbed over the fence and disappeared from sight. Mrs. Weasley was a little confused.

"Minister? But why?... I don't understand..." But there was no time to discuss this. A second later, Mr. Weasley appeared from thin air outside the gate, followed by Rufus Scrimgeour, with a symbolic head of gray hair.

What did Dumbledore tell him?

Fanlin remembered that Dumbledore had told him that some of Dumbledore's things were kept with Scrimgeour, and he would be the one to pass them on.

Perhaps Scrimgeour had long known that Dumbledore's time was running out, but no one had expected that Dumbledore was a man of action.

The two who had just arrived strode across the yard and walked towards the table with lanterns lit in the garden.

Everyone sat there in silence, watching them get closer and closer.

When Scrimgeour walked into the light of the lantern, Harry found that he looked much older than the last time they met, and his dry face was covered with frost.

"I'm sorry to bother you," Scrimgeour limped to an empty seat at the table, "especially since I know I'm an unexpected guest." His eyes rested for a moment on the huge Snitch cake. "My best wishes to you."

"Thank you," Harry said. "I want to speak to you alone," Scrimgeour continued, "along with Mr. Ronald Weasley, Miss Hermione Granger, and Mr. Valin Eyre."

"We?" Ron said in surprise, "Why us?"

"I'll tell you when we're alone," Scrimgeour said, "Is there a place to talk alone?" he asked Mr. Weasley.

"Of course," Mr. Weasley said, looking nervous, "Uh, the living room, why not the living room?"

"You can lead the way for us," Scrimgeour said to Ron, "You don't have to accompany us, Arthur."

Valin saw that when he and Harry stood up, the Weasleys glanced at Scrimgeour nervously.

Since the Order's actions went wrong, it was hard to convince the rest of the Order to trust anyone in the Ministry of Magic. They paid the price of Moody...

The five of them were silent for a while. It was not a pleasant conversation.

Scrimgeour should have known that the four of them were planning to drop out of Hogwarts. Scrimgeour remained silent as they walked through the messy kitchen and into the living room of the Burrow. Although the garden was filled with soft golden light, the living room was dark.

After entering, Vanlin tapped his wand and lit the oil lamp, and the shabby but warm room was immediately illuminated.

Scrimgeour sat down in Mr. Weasley's usual armchair, while the others squeezed into the sofa.

As soon as they sat down, Scrimgeour spoke. "I have a few questions for the four of you. I think it's best to talk to you one by one. Perhaps the three of you" he pointed to Vanlin, Hermione and Harry "can wait upstairs for a while. I want to start with Ronald."

"I'm sorry, we're not going anywhere," Vanlin refused immediately, and Hermione nodded heavily. "In fact, you don't have many choices,"

"You either talk to us together or don't talk to us at all."

Scrimgeour looked at Fanlin coldly with a scrutinizing look.

This gave Fanlin an illusion...

The Minister seemed to be about to tear his face off with him in the next second.

But considering the current situation of the Ministry of Magic, it seems that nothing can support Scrimgeour's confidence.

"Well, let's talk together." He shrugged and cleared his throat, "I came here, as you know, because of Mr. Albus Dumbledore's will. (To be continued)