Chapter 501 The Ministry of Magic in Chaos

On the last night, Percy returned to the Burrow uncommonly early.

He looked exhausted, but extravagant.

"What a mess," Percy told the group, with serious air. "I've been fighting a fire all week. People keep sending Howler letters, and of course, if you don't open the Howler letter right away, it's going to die." It would explode. My desk was covered with burnt marks and my best quill was reduced to a heap of cinders."

"Why do they have to send Howler letters?" asked Ginny.

She was sitting on the living room rug in front of the fire, patching up her copy of A Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi with Scotch tape.

"It goes without saying, of course it's a complaint about the safety of the World Cup," Percy said. Someone broke the tent and asked us to pay him for a tent with twelve bedrooms and an attached jacuzzi. But I found out about him, he was not injured at all, and was actually in a tent supported by sticks Spend the night under the cross-mouth cloak."

At the same time that the vampires were attacking the stadium that night, the camping area was also attacked.

Many people were affected, especially the tent near Crouch's home, which was the hardest hit area.

The vampires probably thought Barty Crouch Jr. was hiding in a tent, so they raided the area.

Of course, they found nothing, and caused a lot of wizards a lot of money.

You know, in order to show off at the World Cup, the wizards took a lot of good things and put them in the tent.

Mrs. Weasley brought them drinks and glanced at the grandfather clock in the corner.

It was a magic clock, and if you wanted to know the time, it was utterly useless, but it gave you many other facts.

It has nine gold needles, each with the name of one of the Weasleys engraved on it.

There are no numbers on the face of the clock, but there are places where each family member may be.

There are "home", "school" and "work", as well as "on the way", "missing", "hospital", "prison" and so on.

At twelve o'clock on the ordinary clock, it is marked "DANGER TO LIFE".

Although the appearance of this clock is not very good, but the production level is very high, it is a very rare magic item.

It's been handed down from the Weasley family, and no matter how down-and-out, a pure-blood wizarding family has some bottom-of-the-box treasures.

This magic clock is such a thing, just put the hands representing a family member on it, and it can be used.

Like the Marauder's Map, it involves the "magic of nomenclature" in its production and use.

This is a very unpopular and profound branch of magic, and only powerful and knowledgeable wizards can dabble in it.

For example, Voldemort, he cast a spell on his name, as long as the area where the person who mentioned this name is located will be sensed, and the simple defensive magic around will be destroyed, and the Death Eaters will rush over immediately, so everyone Very afraid, afraid to mention this name, but call Voldemort by the mysterious man.

This is another extreme way to use the magic power of nomenclature, and probably only really powerful dark wizards will do this.

All in all, this aspect of content is too rare, and Ivan can not get much of this aspect from the magic book.

Every time he saw this clock, he had an urge to open it and take a look at the internal structure.

At this moment, the eight hands on the clock are all pointing to the position of "home",

Mr. Weasley's needle, the longest of the nine needles, was still pointing at "Work".

Mrs. Weasley sighed and said sadly, "Arthur hasn't had to work overtime on weekends since You-Know-Who's gone. Now they're going to wear him out, and if he doesn't come back soon, his dinner will be ruined." .”

"Hey, Dad thinks he has to make up for what he did on finals day, doesn't he?" Percy said, "Honestly, it's kind of unwise for him to speak in public without asking his department head...  "

"It's all written by that annoying woman of Skeeter, how dare you blame your father for it!" Mrs. Weasley got angry all of a sudden, and said loudly.

"If Dad doesn't say anything, that old guy Rita will comment that people from the Ministry of Magic don't say anything, and they have 10 points." Bill, who was playing chess with Ron, said, "Rita Skeeter never said anything." Don't write good things about other people, remember, she interviewed all the spellbreakers at Gringotts once, and called me Shaggy!"

"Your hair is a little long, dear!" said Mrs. Weasley softly. "You just let me..."

"No, Mom."

The raindrops were pattering on the window of the living room, and Aiwen sat by the fire studying the ancient runes in front of him.

Not far from him, Hermione was reading "Standard Spells, Level 4" intently.

Charlie was darning a fireproof hoodie, Harry was polishing his Firebolt, and the Broomstick Care Manual Hermione gave him as a gift for his thirteenth birthday was now open at his feet. .

Fred and George sat in a corner over there, quills in hand, their heads pressed against a piece of parchment, talking in low tones, as if furtively not to be known.

"What are you two doing?" asked Mrs. Weasley sternly, keeping her eyes on the twins.

"Do your homework," Fred replied vaguely.

"Don't be ashamed, it's a holiday now," said Mrs Weasley.

"Yeah, we're procrastinating a bit," George said.

"You're not thinking about another Weasley trick, are you?" Mrs. Weasley pointed out sharply.

"Oh, mother," said Fred, looking up at her with a pained expression on his face, "if the Hogwarts express train crashes tomorrow, and George and I are dead, you think we've learned from you The last sentence heard here is a baseless accusation, how should you feel?"

Everyone laughed, and Mrs. Weasley couldn't help laughing too.

"Oh, your father is back!" she said suddenly, looking up at the watch clock again.

Mr. Weasley's needle suddenly jumped from 'to work' to 'on the way'.

One clock later, it tremblingly stopped at the position of "home" together with other needles.

At this time, everyone heard Mr. Weasley shouting from the kitchen.

"Here we come, Arthur!" cried Mrs. Weasley, hastily leaving the room.

A moment later, Mr. Weasley walked into the warm living room with his dinner on a tray.

He looked exhausted, exhausted to the extreme.

"Well, things are getting out of hand," he said to Mrs. Weasley, sprawled out in an armchair by the fireplace, listlessly fiddling with a plate of wrinkled cauliflower. Tet has been poking around all week, searching for more confusion at the Ministry to report. Now that she's found poor old Bertha's disappearance, it looks like that's going to be the headline of the Daily Prophet tomorrow. I Told Ludo that he should have sent someone to find her long ago."

A few days ago, the editor-in-chief of "Daily Prophet" sent Ai Wen a letter.

The letter said that Rita Skeeter wanted to conduct an exclusive interview with him, but Aiwen didn't give her a chance at all, so he directly refused.

He didn't want the other party to describe him as a little monster with bad habits, or a dark wizard.

This woman has been making rumors to attract the public's attention, it's better for Ivan to stay away from her.

Of course, if Rita Skeeter provokes him, Ivan will not be polite, he knows what the other party is doing. (To be continued.)