Chapter 793 Percy

Naturally, Ron and Hermione could understand Harry's anger.

Originally, Hermione felt a little guilty. At such a severe moment, she and Fan Lin went to Egypt to waste a whole month. Ron stayed pitifully at the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, and Harry...

Harry had better forget it. The Dursleys' house was not a good place for any wizard. What's more, before Harry became a wizard, Vernon, as an ordinary person, was very dissatisfied with Harry.

It seems to be because of wizards...

"When can Fan Lin come over?" Harry asked.

"I care more about your dreams than this, Harry!" Hermione said, "We rarely receive news from you in Egypt. Hedwig can't fly over, so it's always a transfer."

"It's nothing." Harry shook his head, "I'm fine, very fine."

"I don't think so Harry. Obviously, Voldemort has influenced you..."

"More than this, I want to know what they want to do." Harry said, "Fan Lin and I are witnesses, and no one knows better than me..."

"Don't worry, Fred and George have invented the Wind Ears, you see," said Ron, "They're really useful."

"Tailwind—?"

"Ears, yes. Only recently we were banned from using them because Mum found out and was furious. Fred and George had to hide them in case Mum confiscated them. But before Mum realized what was happening we used Over time. We know that some members of the Order are tracking some prominent Death Eaters, identifying them, you know—"

"Some of them are recruiting more people to join the Phoenix Order -" Hermione said. "And some of them are still closely guarding something," Ron said. "They're always discussing guard duties."

"It can't be me, can it?" Harry said sarcastically.

"Oh, that's you," Ron said with a look of finally understanding on his face. Harry scoffed. He started walking around the room again, searching for anyone but Ron and Hermione. "So, if you're not allowed to attend the meeting, what do you two do?"

"We," Hermione replied quickly, "we're responsible for the house, which has been abandoned for many years and where all kinds of things have multiplied. We've done our best to clear out the kitchen, most of the bedrooms, and I Thought the living room should be cleaned tomorrow—"

With two loud bangs, Ron's two twin brothers, Fred and George, appeared in the center of the room like thin air. The piglet squealed louder, and its circle now included Hedwig on top of the wardrobe.

"Don't do that next time!" Ron said weakly to his two brothers. In fact, Fred and George didn't look much like brothers. Up to now, they were sturdier and slightly taller than Ron. short.

I have to admire Ron's development speed, maybe he is running towards Hagrid.

"Hello, Harry," George said happily to him, "we thought we heard your cheerful voice."

"You don't have to control your anger like that, Harry, let them all come out," said Fred, equally pleased. "Maybe we have to be 50 miles away so we don't hear you."

"So do you two pass the standard wizard level test?" Harry asked angrily.

"There's a difference," said Fred, holding something in his hand that looked like a rather long, brightly colored ribbon.

"It will take you at least more than 0 seconds to go downstairs from here," Ron said.

"We have plenty of time, little brother," Fred said. "Anyway, you're getting in the way of our work right now. Please."

Fred shouted in response to Harry's raised eyebrow, picking up the strap that Harry now saw hanging to the ground.

"We're trying to hear what's going on downstairs?"

"You have to be careful," Ron said, staring at Shunfeng Ear, "if mother sees them again -"

"The risk is worth it. What they are holding is a major meeting, and Fanlin will not tell us at all because of the confidentiality regulations." Fred said.

The door was opened again, and a head of long bright red hair appeared, "Oh, hello, Harry!" It was Ron's sister Ginny who spoke, her face brightened, "I think I heard you Sound."

Then Ginny turned to Fred and George and continued: "You can't hear it here - just go with your ears. Mum cast a silencing spell on the kitchen door before she left."

"How did you know?" George looked crestfallen.

"Tonks told me how to identify those doors," Ginny said. "I stood at the top of the stairs and threw a dung egg at the door, but it bounced off, so my ears couldn't pick up the sound from the gap below."

Fred let out a deep sigh. "Ashamed. I really want to know what old Snape is doing?"

"Snape?" Harry said quickly, "Is he here too?"

"Yes!" George sighed, carefully approaching the door and sitting on one of the beds, Fred and Ginny following him. "He's filing a report. It's top secret."

"That loser," Fred said lazily.

"He's on our side now," Hermione said reproachfully. Ron scoffed at Hermione's argument.

"Don't stop that guy from becoming a loser. The way he looks at us is the same as the way we look at him. Even Fanlin is no exception. Everyone knows it." Ron touched his nose. Regarding Snape, No one here liked it.

"Bill doesn't like him either," Ginny said, as if that would settle the dispute.

Harry wasn't sure his anger had subsided, but his desire for information now overrode the urge to continue yelling. He fell on the bed with his back to the others.

"Is Bill here?" Harry asked. "I think he's working in Egypt right now."

"He applied for a paperwork job so he could come back and work for the Phoenix Order," Fred said.

"He said he missed the pyramids, but," chuckled George, "Bill thought it was compensatory."

"What do you mean?"

"Remember that old Fleur Delacour?" George said, "She got a job at the Devil's Bank Gringos."

"And now Bill's giving her a lot of private lessons," Fred chuckled.

"Charlie is also working for the Phoenix Order," George said, "but he is still in Romania. Dumbledore wants to recruit as many foreign wizards as possible, so Charlie is trying to contact them these days."

"Can't Percy do the job?" Harry asked.

The last time he'd heard from the third Weasley was that he was working for the Ministry of Magic's International Magical Cooperation Branch.

In response to Harry's words, all the Weasley family members and Hermione exchanged eclipsed looks.

"Whatever you do, don't mention Percy in front of Mum and Dad," Ron told Harry in a nervous tone.

"Why not?" Harry asked puzzledly.

"Because every time he mentioned Percy, whatever he was holding would break into pieces, and mum would start crying," Fred said.

"That's really bad," Ginny said sadly.

"I think we scared him," said George, his face showing no ugly features.

"What happened?" Harry asked.

"Percy and Dad had a huge argument," Fred said. "I've never seen Dad do that to anyone else, and Mom was usually the one who yelled."

"It happened the first week after term ended," Ron said, "We were getting ready to join the Phoenix Order. Percy came to the house and told us he'd been promoted."

"You're kidding," Harry said. Although Harry was well aware of Percy's ambition, his only impression of Percy was that he did not do well in his first job at the Ministry of Magic. Percy made a big mistake. He didn't realize that his boss was controlled by Voldemort. (The Ministry of Magic, of course, doesn't believe this - they just think Mr. Crouch is crazy.)

"Yes, we were surprised too," said George, "because Percy had been involved in a series of troubles with Crouch, and everything needed to be investigated. They said Percy should have been aware of Crouch's Lose control and report to superiors. But you know Percy, after Crouch left, he was in charge of everything, and he didn't complain at all. "

"So how come they promoted him?"

"That's what we were puzzled about," said Ron, who seemed eager to keep the conversation going after Harry stopped ranting. "He came over to our house really smugly - even more so than usual. Even happier, if you can imagine, - and told Dad that he had been offered a position in Cornelius Fudge's own office. For a man who had just left Hogwarts a year before, that was a real surprise. Great job: Senior assistant to the Minister of Magic. I think he was hoping to impress dad."

"But dad didn't," Fred said through gritted teeth.

"Why not?" Harry asked.

"Of course, it's obvious that Cornelius Fudge is barking at the Ministry to make sure no one has any contact with Dumbledore," George said.

"Dumbledore's name has been plaguing the Ministry of Magic like mud these days," Fred continued. "They all think that when he goes around saying things like 'Do you know who's back?', he's just creating trouble."

"Dad told Cornelius Fudge that his intention was clear, that anyone who aligned himself with Dumbledore would be kicked out of his desk," George said.

"The trouble is, Cornelius Fudge is suspicious of dad. He knows that dad is Dumbledore's friend, and because of dad's interest in Muggle culture, he always thinks dad is a little weird."

"But what does this have to do with Percy?" Harry was completely confused. "I'm going to say this, Dad is convinced that Farnage's only purpose in recruiting Percy into his office is to let him spy on our family - and Dumbledore." Harry made a low purr. "But Percy likes this," Ron laughed in a hollow way. "He was completely mad. He said - well, he said a bunch of horrible things. He said he'd had to fight Dad's disgusting reputation ever since he'd been at the Ministry. And Dad had no ambitions, that's why We've always - you know - never had a lot of money, I mean -" "What?" Harry said incredulously, while Ginny made a noise like an angry kitten. "I know," Ron said in a low voice. "There's worse. He says Dad is an idiot who hangs around Dumbledore, that Dumbledore is the source of big trouble, and that Dad will go down with him, and that he - Percy - knows his loyalty Which side should he put on, he should be loyal to the Ministry of Magic. And if his father and mother wanted to become traitors to the Ministry of Magic, he wanted everyone to know that he no longer belonged to this family. And he packed up and left that night. He Now living in London." Harry breathed with a low curse. He hated Percy the most of the Weasley brothers, but he couldn't imagine him saying these things to Mr. Weasley. "Mum did the right thing," Ron murmured. "You know - she cried and talked. She went to London to have a talk with Percy, but he slammed the door in Mum's face. I don't know what will happen if he meets his father at work - I beg you, just forget about him." "But Percy must know that Voldemort is back," Harry said slowly, "He's not stupid , he must know that his parents will not take risks without evidence." "Yes, that's right, your name is also involved in this quarrel," Ron gave Harry a hidden look and said, " Percy said the only evidence was your word... and he said... he didn't think there was any credibility in that."

"Percy puts too much faith in the Daily Prophet," Hermione said bitterly, and the others nodded.

"What did they say?" Harry asked, looking at them.

But everyone watched him carefully.

"Have you-haven't you read the Daily Prophet?" Hermione asked nervously.

"Yes, I do!" cried Harry.

"Well - have you finished reading it?" Hermione asked still nervously.

"Never read page by page," Harry said conservatively. "If they were to report anything about Voldemort it would be on the front page, wouldn't it?"

Everyone else flinched when they heard the name, and Hermione quickly said, "You should take it out and read it page by page, but they--they mentioned you twice in a week."

"But all I saw was—"

"No, you wouldn't see it if you just read the first page," Hermione shook her head. "We're not talking about a big article. They just brush it off, as if you were telling a joke."

"what did they say?"

"That's really embarrassing," Hermione said in as calm a voice as possible, "They're just building on Rita's material."

"But she didn't write anything more, did she?"

"Oh, no, she kept her end of the bargain - she didn't have any chance," Hermione added with satisfaction, "But the foundation she built is now being worked on by those guys."

"What did it say?" Harry asked impatiently.

"Well, you know she wrote that your whole body was squished and that your scars were hurting, among other things."

"Yes," Harry replied, unable to quickly forget the damn story Rita had made up for him.

"Now they've written you as a bewitched, highly publicized person. Do you think you're a great tragic hero or something." Hermione spoke very quickly, as if she thought she could speak faster. The less angry Harry is, "They continue to castigate you with vile slander. If some story from afar comes up, they'll say 'This should be another Harry Potter legend', and if Anyone has a funny accident or whatever, and they're like, 'I hope this guy doesn't get a scar on his forehead, or we'll be told to worship him next time'—"

"I never wanted anyone to worship me—" Harry began to get excited.

"I know you won't," Hermione said quickly, looking a little helpless, "I know, Harry. But look what they are doing? They want to turn you into a person that no one believes in." Guy. I bet Cornelius Fudge is behind this. They want the whole wizarding world to think of you as some stupid kid who loves to joke and makes up ridiculous long stories. Just because he likes to be famous and wants to continue to be famous." (To be continued)