Chapter 524 Returning to the Burrow

Fan Lin was lying on the bed. In fact, he didn't last long. The fatigue of his body was naturally not to be underestimated. He soon fell into a deep sleep.

However, Fan Lin didn't feel how long he slept.

This was true. Not long after they slept, Mr. Weasley woke them up. He used magic to fold up the tent, and then he left the campsite as quickly as possible.

Mr. Weasley patrolled all night. He looked a little tired, but mentally he was still in good shape.

Mr. Weasley briefly explained what happened last night. The wizards who were split because of the Apparition were also restored, but this had a great impact on him. It seemed that he would never Apparition again in this life.

Except for the injuries, no wizard died.

In fact, Fan Lin knew that someone had died when the magic swept across the whole place, but...

In front of Mr. Robert's stone house, they met him. Mr. Robert stared at Mr. Weasley with strange eyes, and then he gestured and said vaguely "Merry Christmas".

"He will be fine soon." Mr. Weasley said quickly, and then they entered the swamp.

Sometimes, when a person's memory is limited, he will become a little disoriented... It's hard to make him forget. When they arrived at the place where the portkey was placed, they heard urgent calls and found many witches and wizards around Bethel.

They all shouted to leave the campsite as quickly as possible. Mr. Weasley quickly discussed with Bethel, and they joined the team and were able to get an old rubber boat to Stone Mountain before the sun really rose.

It is worth mentioning that Sirius Black still worked out a method before leaving.

In fact, anyone with strong magic can do it.

Wrap Fanlin completely with magic. As long as the magic does not dissipate, Fanlin will not be affected, so Fanlin can use the portkey.

This will be much more convenient. Otherwise, if they return to the Burrow from here, they will have to take a plane and then a car. This is really too troublesome, and Fanlin does not want Mr. Al to see him like this.

In the twilight of dawn, they walked towards ** through Ottlicabo Street.

They were so tired that they spoke little, thinking only of their breakfast. When the ** was in sight, a scream suddenly echoed from the wet path.

"Oh, thank God, thank God!"

Mrs. Weasley was obviously waiting for them in front of the yard.

She ran towards them, still in her slippers, pale and serious, holding a copy of the Daily Prophet tightly in her hand: "Arthur - I'm so worried, so worried..."

She wrapped her arms tightly around Mr. Weasley's neck, and the Daily Prophet fell to the ground. Harry looked down and saw the headline on the front: "Horror Scenes of the Quidward World Cup", with a black and white photo of the black mark taken from the top of the tree, the black mark was shining in the photo, and Vanlin was there below, on the ice pillar, with Hermione, and next to them.

"Who took this photo?"

"I don't know, maybe an official from the Ministry of Magic." Vanlin said.

Hermione took the newspaper with one hand, she opened the newspaper, and the page inside also published what happened last night.

However, unlike the previous horrific scene, this black and white photo is more domineering.

"Are you all okay?" Mrs. Weasley let go of Mr. Weasley and whispered, staring at them with red eyes, "You are all still alive... Oh, Percy, Charlie, Bill, Ron, Ginny, Harry, Vanlin, Hermione... You are all still alive, this is really great..."

To everyone's surprise, she grabbed Fred and George and pushed them together, so close that their heads touched.

"Oh! Mom - you will strangle us -"

"I told you when you left!" Mrs. Weasley began to sob, "I just thought that if 'that person' hurt you, the last thing I said would be that you haven't gotten enough O.W.L.s? Oh, Fred... George..."

"Okay, Molly, we are very, very good now, okay?" Mr. Weasley comforted her, let her leave the twins, and took her home.

"What did the newspaper say?" Vanlin asked.

Harry and Ron also came over quickly.

Unexpectedly, except for the first page of the newspaper, the rest of the pages were all about the battle between Fanlin and Trevor.

A huge black and white dynamic picture.

The two gray-white balls of light kept rubbing and colliding, and even through the newspaper, one could clearly feel the frightening power.

"I have to say, their technology is too bad." Hermione said dissatisfiedly, and there was not even a photo with a head portrait.

"Look at what they said?" Harry asked, he was very concerned about this matter.

Now it seems that Fanlin himself has been excluded, and his friends are much more concerned about these things than he is.

The little wizard from Hogwarts fought against vampires and saved 100,000 wizards. This matter is really too topical.

Except for the first page, the rest are almost all about Fanlin.

Even Fan Lin's killing of the basilisk in his second grade was published. The Ministry of Magic did not hesitate to praise him. They needed someone to divert everyone's attention.

Several young wizards excitedly turned over the newspaper and read the articles in it, although they were surprised by the propaganda of the Daily Prophet against Fan Lin.

Fan Lin just held back a dark wizard. Logically speaking, Fan Lin's contribution was not that great, but for their friends, Hermione and others all hope to develop in a good direction.

At least Hermione was very satisfied with the concept of a new star in the wizarding world that was proposed in the Daily Prophet.

"Perhaps you should take some better pictures again," Hermione said.

"Forget it, this is really too much trouble." Fan Lin shook his head. Being in the spotlight is not a good thing, but there seems to be no way to avoid it now.

When they all crowded into the kitchen, Hermione made Mr. Weasley a cup of strong tea.

Mr. Weasley insisted on adding some old whiskey. Hermione gave him the newspaper.

Mr. Weasley glanced at the front page, and Percy looked over his shoulder.

"I know," Mr. Weasley said gravely, "the cabinet made a big mistake...the prisoner was not arrested...security was neglected...the dark wizard's unstoppable rampage...a national disgrace...who wrote it?" Ah...of course...Rita Skeeter."

"That woman is spreading rumors about the Ministry of Magic!" Percy said angrily. "Last week she said we were wasting our time picking out the thickness of the cauldron, and that we should find the scammer. It seems that none of that was mentioned in the 'About dealing with illegal matters. "The Wizard's Regulations" are specially noted in the twelfth paragraph.

'"Percy, please help," said Bill, yawning, "please shut up."

"We were mentioned, too," said Mr. Weasley, his eyes widening under his glasses as he glanced at the article at the bottom of the Daily Prophet.

"Where?" said Mrs. Weasley excitedly, choking on her tea and whiskey.

"If I had read that chapter, I would have known you were still alive!"

"Without naming names," said Mr. Weasley, "if those frightened witches and wizards - who were listening with bated breath at the ruins - had expected the Ministry's reassurance, They will be sad and disappointed that a cabinet official appeared once after the black mark appeared and claimed that no one was injured, but refused to divulge any other information. Will this statement undermine the statement that many people will be evacuated in an hour? rumors, this remains to be seen."'

"Oh, really!" Mr. Weasley said angrily, handing the newspaper to Percy, "No one was hurt, so what can I say? Rumor has it that many people will be moved out of the stadium... now Well, if she writes like this, of course there will be rumors."

He sighed and said, "Molly, I have to go to the office, this time to clear things up."

"I'm going with you, Dad," Percy said solemnly. "Mr. Crouch will need all kinds of help, and I can personally provide him with the boiler report."

he urged and walked out of the kitchen.

Mrs. Weasley looked sad. "Arthur, you should be on vacation! This matter has nothing to do with your official business. They can definitely solve it without you!"

"I have to go, Molly," Mr. Weasley replied. "I'm the one who made things worse. I need to change my uniform and leave now..."

With the sound of the door closing, the small room became quiet again.

Mrs. Weasley was not in good condition. She was worried that something was wrong, and he didn't even see the subsequent reports.

If Mrs. Weasley is in the mood to read the subsequent reports about Fan Lin, the objects of worry may be Hermione and Fan Lin.

In fact, Mr. Weasley didn't need to go, it was just a rumor from Rita, that woman who always used her imagination when writing.

"Arthur is like this, conscientious and puts work first, even on vacation, but if something happens, his vacation will always become unpleasant," Mrs. Weasley said, "And now there are Percy..."

No one could comfort Mrs. Weasley.

Everyone knows that Mr. Weasley was useless in the past. Many people would believe Rita's rumors until she didn't make any big mistake. Moreover, there are still many people who like such things. This is not true at all. The solution can only be accomplished by transfer.

The Ministry of Magic has already taken measures to deal with it, and readers just need to pay more attention.

However, Mr. Weasley's professionalism...

He and Percy, the way they were, they deserved to be at the Ministry, even in their positions.

The Ministry of Magic is in such terrible shape right now.

Rufus Scrimgeour, Director of the Auror Office, and Barty Crouch, former Minister of Magic and current Director of the Department of International Magical Exchange, are on opposite sides.

Cornelius Fudge, who is weak and only thinks about his own rights, and his terrible old toad Umbridge.

There is also Lucius Malfoy, a pure-blood aristocrat and Death Eater who has no position but is very influential in the Ministry of Magic.

It is difficult for a person like Mr. Weasley to get ahead. To be precise, he can only be a small director, and he is the kind that is generally recognized as useless.

The wizards' acceptance of the Muggle world is really too low.

The Muggle items used here are simply centuries behind.

For Mr. Weasley's prospects, perhaps it would be better to replace him with Scrimgeour, but now.

"Maybe Mr. Weasley just wants to help Sirius, and he must be too busy now."

Mrs. Weasley nodded. She didn't mean to continue reading the newspaper. The newspaper was put aside by Mrs. Weasley. She took out some milk.

Fan Lin noticed that Mrs. Weasley secretly wiped away her tears.

"Okay, let's not talk about these adult problems. What do you need to eat? I'll prepare some for you, quickly."

Fred and George wanted to tell their mother what happened last night, but everyone was too tired, and no one had the heart to do anything extra.

"Some bread and jam will be enough. Don't be so troublesome. It seems that we don't have much energy."

Mrs. Weasley nodded. She didn't have any questions.

With the help of magic, everyone soon had some white bread and jam in front of them, with some milk, which was much better than absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth early in the morning.

"Oh, the two of them, they didn't eat when they left..."

Mrs. Weasley fell into deep worry again.

No one said anything extra, everyone was exhausted.

Fanlin hurriedly ate his bread, which made his stomach feel much better.

However, after eating, an uncontrollable sleepiness came up.

No one could resist this.

Charlie and Bill grabbed two pieces of bread and Apparated upstairs directly. They were too lazy to climb the long stairs.

The two of them seemed to have made a good start, and everyone couldn't sit still. They needed to take a nap.

"You go up and take a rest quickly. I will call you when it's time for lunch."

Mrs. Weasley was still so reassuring. Of course, it would be even more perfect if Mrs. Weasley could put her heart back in her stomach.

Everyone said goodbye to Mrs. Weasley.

I went to bed at about three in the morning yesterday, and got up at five in the morning. Two hours of sleep is too short, and returning to the Burrow, the warm environment makes it easy to feel sleepy.

After a quick goodbye to Hermione, Vanlin followed Harry to Ron's room. He could only sleep in one bed with Harry, there was no more here, and Vanlin didn't want to bother anymore. (To be continued)