Mr. Weasley woke them up a few hours later. He used magic to put the tent into his backpack and led everyone out of the camp as soon as possible. On the way, he saw Mr. Robert standing at the door of his small stone house. Mr. Robert looked strange and absent-minded, and as he waved them off, he mumbled,"Merry-Christmas.”
"He'll be all right," explained Mr. Weasley, looking at Hermione's worried face."Sometimes, when a person's memory is altered, they get a little confused for a moment, and it's such a big thing they're trying to make him forget.”
As they neared the place where the keys were kept, they heard a great deal of eager chatter; A little farther on, they found Basil, the keeper of the Gatekeys, surrounded by a large group of wizards, all clamoring to leave the camp as soon as possible. After a brief discussion between Mr. Weasley and Basil, they all joined the line, and were finally given an old tire before sunrise to ride back to Stoat Hill. In the twilight of dawn they crossed the village of Autrey St. Catchpole and set off along the wet path toward the Burrow. Everyone spoke very little along the way because they were all extremely tired and only wanted to eat breakfast as soon as possible. They turned a corner, and the Burrow loomed out of sight. There was a shout from the lane.
"Oh, thank God, thank God!”
Mrs. Weasley, who had obviously been waiting for them in the front yard, was now running toward them, still wearing the slippers she had been wearing in her bedroom. Her face was pale and nervous, and she was clutching a rolled-up copy of the Daily Prophet.
"Arthur-I was so worried-so worried-"
She threw her arms around Mr. Weasley's neck, and the Daily Prophet slipped limply from her hands onto the floor. Bangs looked down and saw the title: "Horror Scenes at the Quidditch World Cup", with flashing black-and-white photographs of the Dark Mark hanging from treetops.
"You're all right," muttered Mrs. Weasley, still in shock, releasing Mr. Weasley and looking at them one by one with her red eyes."You're all alive, son."
To most people's surprise, she seized Fred and George and gave them a tight hug. She used so much force that the twins 'heads collided.
"Aiyo! Mother-you're strangling us-"
"I shouted at you before you left!”sobbed Mrs. Weasley."I've been thinking about it! What if You-Know-Who takes you away, and the last thing I say to you is that your O. W.L. results aren't ideal? Oh Fred George "
"Now, now, Molly, we're all safe.”said Mr. Weasley soothingly, pulling the twins out of her arms and leading her back into the house. "Bill," he said in a low voice,"pick up that newspaper, I want to see what it says."
They all squeezed into the tiny kitchen, where Hermione made Mrs. Weasley a cup of strong tea, which Mr. Weasley insisted on pouring in a little old Ogden whiskey, and then Bill handed the newspaper to his father. Mr. Weasley was skimming through the first page, and Percy was looking over his shoulder.
"I knew it would be like this," said Mr. Weasley heavily."Who wrote that the Ministry of Magic is panicking, criminals not caught, lax security, Dark wizards still at large and bringing shame to the country? Ah, naturally it was her, Rita 8226; Skeeter."
"That woman's been working against the Ministry!”said Percy indignantly."She said last week that we were wasting time nitpicking the thickness of cauldrons when we were supposed to go all out to exterminate vampires! Doesn't the twelfth paragraph of the Code of Treatment for Non-Wizarding Half-Humans specifically state-"
"For goodness sake, Percy," said Bill, yawning.”
"He mentioned me." Mr. Weasley's eyes widened behind his glasses as he reached the end of the Daily Prophet article.
"Where?" Mrs. Weasley choked on her whiskey tea and coughed.”
"No names," said Mr. Weasley.
Panicked, the witches and wizards waited breathlessly at the edge of the woods for some reassurance from the Ministry, but were sadly disappointed. A Ministry official appeared shortly after the appearance of the Dark Mark and declared that no one had been harmed, but refused to give any further details. Whether his words could quell the rumors of a few bodies being carried out of the forest in an hour remained to be seen.“
"Oh dear," said Mr. Weasley irritably, handing the newspaper to Percy."No one's really hurt! What should I say? The rumors about a few corpses being carried out of the forest were fine. Now that she wrote such words, rumors would definitely spread everywhere.”
He sighed deeply. "Molly, I've got to go to the office, this needs some clarification.”
"I'll go with you, Dad," said Percy proudly."Mr. Crouch will certainly need everyone in position, and I can give him my Cauldron report myself.”
After saying that, he rushed out of the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley looked very sad. "Arthur, you should be on vacation! This matter has nothing to do with your office; They can handle it without you, can't they?”
"I've got to go, Molly," said Mr. Weasley."I've made things worse. I'll go change into my robe and leave."
Neither Mr. Weasley nor Percy was at home for the rest of the week. Every morning, before the rest of the family woke up, the two of them would leave the house and only return after dinner.
"What a mess," Percy told them matter-of-factly-it was Sunday night, and they were returning to Hogwarts the next day."I've been putting out fires all week. People kept sending Howlers, which, of course, would explode if you didn't open them immediately. My desk was covered in charred marks, and my best quill had turned into a pile of charcoal.”
"Why do they all send Howlers?”asked Ginny. She was sitting on the carpet in front of the living room fire, mending her copy of A Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi with Scotch tape.
"Complaining about the safety of the World Cup.”said Percy." They want compensation for their damaged property. Mundungus Fletcher filed a claim for a twelve-bedroom tent with a Jacuzzis, but I know all about him. I knew that he had actually spent the night under a cloak propped up on a stick.”
Mrs. Weasley glanced at the grandfather clock in the corner. Bunce liked the clock very much. If you want to know the time, it is completely useless, but it can give you a lot of other information. It had nine gold hands, each with the name of a Weasley. There were no numbers on the clock face, but it showed where each family member might be. There were " Home,"" School,"" Work,"" On the Road,"" Missing,"" Hospital," and " Prison." At the twelve o'clock on the normal clock, the words " Life in Danger " were marked.
At the moment, all eight needles were pointing at home, and Mr. Weasley's, the longest of the nine, was still pointing at work. Mrs. Weasley sighed.
"Your father hasn't had to work on weekends since the day You-Know-Who fell out of power.”she said."They're going to wear him out now. If he didn't come back soon, his dinner would be ruined.”
"Hey, Dad thinks he's got to make up for what he did on the day of the final, doesn't he?”said Percy."To tell you the truth, it wasn't very wise of him to speak in public without consulting his department heads-"
"It's all that nasty Skeeter's fault, how dare you blame your father for that?”said Mrs. Weasley angrily.
"If Dad doesn't say anything, old Rita's going to say that the Ministry's not saying a word again.”said Bill, who was playing chess with Ron. Skeeter never wrote anything good about anyone. Remember, she once interviewed all the curse breakers at Gringotts and called me 'Shaggy!'”
"I say, your hair is a bit long, dear," said Mrs. Weasley gently."You just have to let me-"
"No, Mom." Bill said firmly.
Raindrops pattered against the living room window. Hermione was absorbed in The Standard Book of Spells, Level Four, while Mrs. Weasley had bought copies for her, Bunce, Harry, and Ron in Diagon Alley. Charlie was darning a fire-proof hood. Harry was tending to his precious Firebolt. Bangs leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest. Fred and George were playing crackcards.
"Ah, your father is back!”said Mrs. Weasley suddenly, looking up at the clock.
Mr. Weasley's needle suddenly jumped from "work" to "road," and a second later, it was tottering along with the rest of the needles and stopping at "home." Then they heard Mr. Weasley's shout from the kitchen.
"Coming, Arthur!" said Mrs. Weasley loudly, hurrying out of the room.
A moment later, Mr. Weasley was carrying his dinner on a tray into the warm living room. He looked exhausted.
"Well, it's getting out of hand," he said, sitting in an armchair by the fire and fiddling listlessly with some wrinkled cauliflower on his plate. Skeeter had been looking around all week for any more trouble at the Ministry to report. And now she'd found out about poor old Bertha's disappearance, which would be tomorrow's headline in the Daily Prophet. I told Bagman he should have sent for her long ago.”
"Mr. Crouch has been saying that for weeks.”Percy added quickly.
"Crouch was lucky Rita didn't find out about Winky.”said Mr. Weasley irritably."His house-elf caught with a wand that conjured the Dark Mark could be a headline for a week.”
"I suppose we all agree that the elf, despite his irresponsibility, did not conjure the Dark Mark, do we?”Percy argued vehemently.
"If you were me, I'd say Mr. Crouch was very lucky that the Daily Prophet didn't know how he was abusing elves!”said Hermione angrily.
"Hermione, think about it!" said Percy."A high-ranking Ministry official like Mr. Crouch deserves absolute obedience from his servants-"
"You mean his slaves!" said Hermione, her voice rising excitedly."Because he doesn't have to pay Winky, does he?”
"I think you'd better all go upstairs and see if you're all packed!”Mrs. Weasley interrupted their argument and said,"Go on, all of you."
Bunce followed Harry and Ron back upstairs, carrying Firebolts. The sound of raindrops hitting the roof became louder, mixed with the sharp whistling and moaning of the wind, not to mention the sporadic howls of the ghoul living in the attic. When they entered the house, Piglet's owl began to squeak and fly around in its cage. It seemed to have gone crazy with excitement when it saw the half-packed boxes.
"Put some owl food in it," said Ron, tossing a handful to Harry."It'll calm it down.”
"Look, these are all the things Mum bought you in Diagon Alley.”
said Ron, carrying a large pile of packages onto Harry and Bunce's bed. Bunce began to unwrap the things Mrs. Weasley had bought him. Besides the Standard Book of Spells, Grade Four, there was a new quill and a dozen rolls of parchment; There were also some potion ingredients. He had barely put his unpacked things in his trunk when he heard Ron shouting in disgust behind him.
"What the hell is this?"
"A gown." Bangs turned around and said.
"What-"
Just then there was a knock on the door and Mrs. Weasley entered, carrying her freshly washed and pressed Hogwarts robes.
"This is for you." she said, dividing the robes into three piles."Now, remember to keep them neat when you pack them up, don't let them wrinkle.”
"Mum, you gave me Ginny's new clothes.”said Ron, handing it to her.
"How could I be mistaken," said Mrs. Weasley."This is for you. Dress robes."
"What?" said Ron, looking at Bunce in surprise.
"A gown!" Mrs. Weasley repeated."Your school list says you should be getting formal gowns this year.”
"You must be joking." said Ron incredulously.”
"Everybody's got to wear it, Ron!”said Mrs. Weasley angrily. Your father had a few, too, for proper parties!”
"I'd rather be naked than wear it.”said Ron stubbornly.
"Don't be silly," said Mrs. Weasley."You must have a dress gown, it's on your list! I've got some for Harry and Bunce to show him."
Bangs opened a larger bundle on the bed. Inside was a robe similar to the school robe, except that it was purple.
Harry's was dark green.
"That's good!" said Ron angrily, looking from Harry's robes to Bunce's.”
"Because I have no choice but to buy second-hand goods for you. That way, I don't have much choice!”said Mrs. Weasley, blushing.
"I would never wear something like that," said Ron stubbornly.”
"All right," snapped Mrs. Weasley,"you'll be naked. Harry, Bunce, don't forget to take a picture of him. With Merlin as my witness, I can laugh out loud.”
She walked out of the room and slammed the door shut. There was a strange clucking sound behind them, and Piglet had a large owl bite stuck in his throat.
"Why are my things all junk?”said Ron angrily, striding over to open Piglet's mouth.
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