Chapter 526 Celebrities From the Daily Prophet

If Ron knew that Fanlin had exchanged students from two schools directly after he left, would he be more surprised?

The Triwizard Tournament is an exciting event, but...

"Sorry, Ron, but I still want to ask, did you really surpass Harry?... I... I mean, did you replace Harry's last place?"

Perhaps, this matter can rise to the point of a joke in Gryffindor.

Fred and George definitely know about this, which will make Ron unforgettable.

However, the price of this is that Ron's face becomes ugly, and he is about to leave here.

Fanlin is very happy, but please take Harry away with you, and Hermione stays...

This seems impossible. Hermione will not give Fanlin a chance to leave her alone again.

"What are you holding in your hand?" Fanlin asked, pointing to the book in Hermione's hand.

"I was just about to tell you about this," Hermione said, sitting upright on the chair.

"Sirius sent all our books for this semester, and he also asked me to warn you that the reporter from the Daily Prophet and that Rita are all looking for you like crazy now."

"Looking for me?"

Fan Lin was slightly stunned.

"Of course it's because of what happened last night. The power you showed was too strong. Combined with your identity..."

"This is really too bad." Fan Lin said.

"Not only that, maybe it will be worse in a while. Now you should be glad that they didn't take a picture of your face."

"This is indeed a fortunate thing." Fan Lin nodded, "Is there anything else bad?"

"That's not the case, but the Ministry of Magic will award you the First Class Merlin Medal, but I think you should be clear about this matter."

Hermione said quickly, and soon, Hermione narrated the changes in Fan Lin in the seven hours after he fell asleep from beginning to end.

It has never been so bad. When he was in the second grade, he even tried to imitate Gilderoy Lockhart to make money. He must be crazy.

Overall, this news was not good for Fanlin, and it pushed him to the forefront.

This is really too troublesome.

Saving 100,000 wizards, this exaggerated description was actually believed, which shows what kind of deep impression those Death Eaters left on the British magic world.

"... and the International Anti-Black Wizard Alliance, these letters were sent to Dumbledore, if you want to see them, you can ask Hedwig to pick them up, Harry's owl hasn't been active for a long time."

Hermione finished speaking in one breath, she felt that she needed a large glass of water to reward herself, if it was cold, it would be even better.

"No... Let's stay with Dumbledore, these things are really too troublesome, if possible, I would rather the person last night was an Auror."

"They are all entangled, Scrimgeour went back and severely taught these subordinates a lesson." Harry said.

"Are Sirius and Mr. Weasley back?" Fanlin asked.

"Well, I came back once, but they went out again after less than five minutes to deal with your affairs, those people from the Ministry of Magic." Harry said.

This made Fanlin feel sorry, but if he really had to go to the Ministry of Magic...

At least he didn't want to go now, but it would be even better if the Order of Merlin could be delivered by owl.

"So, until the start of school, we can only stay here?"

"Yes!" Hermione nodded.

"We can't even go to Diagon Alley?"

"That's right!"

The concise and clear answer was replaced by Fanlin's rare freedom.

The Weasley family is not as fun as Diagon Alley, and they have their own factory. He hasn't been there in person yet. It's completely managed by Professor Lupin. Fanlin feels a little sorry for Professor Lupin.

"There's one more thing." Harry suddenly said, "I didn't tell you until you woke up."

"What's the matter?"

Everyone looked at Harry curiously. Harry stayed with them from beginning to end. If you don't count going to the toilet, Harry didn't have anything unusual.

Just last night, my scar was hurting all the time, and after I went back to the tent to rest, I had a nightmare, and the scar hurt even more.

This is not difficult to understand. The operation last night failed, and Voldemort's mood was naturally...

"What did you see last night, Harry?" asked Fanlin.

"He was angry and furious, but he didn't kill anyone." Harry said, "He has never been so angry, I can totally feel it."

"But, he...he didn't appear there yesterday," said Ron, "where there were only those vampires and...and..."

"And the Death Eaters." Hermione said, "Maybe he was hiding in that Death Eater. Think about Quirrell, isn't he an example? Maybe he hid behind that person's head and then made his mark."

Ron shuddered slightly, thinking this way.

"But..."

"Okay Harry, don't think too much..." Fanlin said quickly, this is not a good topic.

"You should know that the black magic gave you some connection with him, and it's not terrible. He failed. This is a good thing, or it is some bad influence of this magic. , after all, yesterday is over, isn’t it?”

"Okay, stop talking about these things." Ron said, "We can change to something else."

"What time is it now?" Fan Lin asked.

"Two o'clock in the afternoon," Ron replied quickly, "you can have dinner, and before that, you can use some bread, but you probably won't be able to exercise strenuously."

Fan Lin smiled bitterly and nodded. Ron's analysis was really to the point.

"So..." Ron thought...

"Come to the orchard and play Quidditch, Harry," called Ron. "Come on - three against three, Bill, Charlie and Fred. George..."

"Ron," Hermione said in a "you're not sensible at all" tone, "Harry doesn't want to play Quidditch right now... he's worried, and he's tired..."

"Tired? We just woke up, and maybe Harry wants to try out those superb moves, those from the World Cup last night..."

"Yes, I want to play Quidditch." Harry said suddenly, "Wait a minute, I'm going to get my rocket crossbow."

Hermione left the room, muttering something vaguely about "the boys" or something like that.

For the next week, neither Mr. Weasley nor Percy were home. Every day they left before the whole family got up and came back after dinner.

"This is obviously a riot," Percy told them solemnly on the Sunday night before they returned to Hogwarts. "I've tried to calm it down, but people continue to send howlers. Of course, if If you don't open the roar bomb directly, it will explode and scorch marks will be all over my desk."

"Why do they send howler bombs?" asked Ginny, who was walking on the carpet in front of the fire in her living room with her copy of A Thousand Magic Herbs and Fungi taped with charm tape.

"They are complaining about the security measures at the World Cup," Percy replied. "They are asking for compensation for the damage to their property. Mandantas Frese is asking for a twelve-bedroom apartment. , with Sweet's tent, but I have got the facts of his condition, that he was, in fact, sleeping under a mantle propped up on a stick."

Mr. Weasley looked at the grandfather clock in the corner. Harry liked the clock, even though it was useless if you wanted to tell the time from it, it was valuable. It has nine gold hands, each with the name of a member of the Weasley family. There are no numbers on the clock face, showing where each family member might be. There is "home" and "school"

and "work", but also "missing", "hospital", "prison" and where the number 1 on an ordinary clock should be, there is the word "mortal danger".

This is a kind of superb blood magic. The past of the Weasley family is not as simple as it seems, but Mr. Weasley prefers to live closer to Muggles.

It can be seen from the full-length mirror that only high-ranking nobles use. The Weasley family has many valuable things, but Mr. Weasley prefers to keep them rather than exchange them for a better life.

There are eight hands pointing to "home", but the longest hand, representing Mr. Weasley, also points to "work".

It seemed that Mr. Weasley was really busy, which made Mrs. Weasley not in a good mood. .

Mrs. Weasley sighed: "Ever since the 'that guy' incident, your dad has to be in the office on weekends," she said. "They make him work too much. If he doesn't come back soon, he will My dinner was ruined again.”

"Is Dad trying to make amends for his mistakes during the game?" Percy said. "In fact, it was a bit unwise for him to make a statement to the public before he clarified it to the department internally-"

"Don't blame your dad for what that hateful woman Rita wrote!" Mrs. Weasley immediately retorted passionately.

"If Dad doesn't say anything, Old Little will say that no one in the cabinet will come out to explain, which is a shame," said Bill, who was playing chess with Ron.

"Rita Skeeter makes everyone lose face. I remember she interviewed all the Gringotts curse breakers and called me a long-haired stupid pig."

"Oh, darling, it's a little longer," said Mrs. Weasley, "if you'd let me—"

"No, Mom."

The Weasley family are very kind. They know what Fan Lin is afraid of now, so they will not mention the interviews or honors that make Fan Lin feel bad at all in front of Fan Lin.

Rain hammered against the living room window as Hermione immersed herself in the Standard Charms Textbook. In the book "Fourth Grade", it was sent by Sirius. .

Charlie was sewing a fireproof turban, and Harry was oiling his rocket crossbow. The original matching broom that Hermione had given him as a thirteenth birthday gift was opened and placed at his feet.

Fred and George were in a far corner, picking their teeth and talking quietly, their heads bent on a piece of parchment.

"What are you two doing?" Mrs. Weasley said sharply, her eyes focused on the twins.

"Homework!" Fred replied vaguely.

"Don't be silly, you're on vacation!" said Mrs. Weasley.

"Yes, we are late." George replied.

"Aren't you going to write a new order?" Mrs. Weasley asked sensitively.

"You're not thinking about starting over, are you?"

"Mum," said Fred, looking up at her with a pained look on his face, "if tomorrow the Hogwarts Express crashed and George and I were dead, when you knew the last thing we heard It’s a baseless accusation, what do you think?”

Everyone laughed, even Mrs. Weasley.

This pair of live treasures can liven up the atmosphere, which is what Fan Lin likes about them.

In fact, these two people are studying the method given by Fan Linxin.

This looks very high-end, using alchemy to make Weasley joke products, and as soon as they arrive at Hogwarts, the two people's plan can be implemented.

"Oh, your dad's back!" Mrs. Weasley said suddenly, looking at the clock again.

Mr. Weasley's clock suddenly jumped from "work" to "travel" and a second later to "home", along with the others, who heard him calling them from the kitchen.

"Here you go, Arthur!" Mrs. Weasley said, getting up and coming out of the room.

Mr. Weasley's arrival was welcomed by everyone, which meant that they were about to start dinner, and several snackers were almost starving to death.

Sirius bought a new cake and the Chinese food made by Duo Chang.

I have to say that Dobby is quite talented in this aspect.

After dinner, Fanlin still had to deal with those bad things.

He is so famous all over the world.

Sufficient strength and topical age have allowed Fan Lin to capture a large number of admirers.

Especially who leaked the photos of Fanlin studying at Hogwarts and Beauxbatons.

Maybe Colin, or...

In short, those pink envelopes are like devils, and someone even added a love potion.

Ghost XX love potion, is it trying to kill Fanlin?

Dobby couldn't handle those bad letters at all. As the reports fermented, the mailbox had no time to rest.

The people who left seemed to know the truth, and there were still voices of doubt.

However, these are minor issues.

What's more serious is that after those pink letters came, Hermione was reluctant to talk to him. This was definitely a very serious problem.

Fanlin ordered Dobby to burn all the pink letters, but this was of no avail. (To be continued)