Chapter 497 The Burrow
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Nian Gao Pei Ma Tuan
Life back in Diagon Alley was relatively easy, and Glenn would occasionally go to Carmichael's second-hand store to find out if there were any unusual events that had been concealed by the Ministry of Magic recently.
I don't know if it was because the Death Eater camp was brewing some big plan, but the wizarding world suddenly returned to calm, which also made the self-deceiving Cornelius Fudge relax again.
Dumbledore also gave up his plan to persuade him again, and reconvened the members of the Order of the Phoenix, intending to use his own power to fight against the dark forces that were about to resurrect.
The quiet month passed quickly, and when the appointed date was approaching, Glenn received a letter from Harry.
.
Dear Glenn:
Thank you for your letter. Robin is such a beautiful owl. Hedwig loves her very much and is very quiet even when they are in the same cage.
My life with the Dursleys was pretty good, and since they found out last year that I had a wizarding godfather, they no longer dare to treat me the way they used to.
Something happened last night, I think it is necessary to tell you -
I hadn't had that strange dream in a long time, and I even thought it was due to Sirius' Occlumency lessons.
But last night, I had another dream, accompanied by obvious scar pain.
The scene in that dream was horrific, an old Muggle man was killed.
According to you and Dumbledore, every time the scar hurt, it meant Voldemort had mood swings, but this time he looked calm.
I don't know what this means. Sirius is far abroad and can't recover for a while, so I can only write to you to ask.
I wish you all the best.
Harry
.
An old Muggle man...
Glenn frowned and began to recall the plot of the original novel.
Unsurprisingly, this old man was Frank, the former gardener of Riddle Manor, who later lived alone in the manor.
However, there is no way to know why Voldemort and his entourage appeared there, and who the servants who accompanied him were.
He gently combed Robin's feathers, cut out a piece of parchment, spread it on the desk and wrote a reply.
.
Dear Harry:
message received.
Your judgment is correct, this matter must be related to Voldemort.
Since I couldn't describe it in detail in the letter, I thought it would be best for us to talk about it in person.
The Quidditch World Cup will start soon. I will leave for the Burrow today, and then go with them to pick you up at Privet Drive. I believe you have read the letter written by Mrs. Weasley to the Dursleys.
Ps: I believe they must have put enough stamps on it.
Looking forward to meeting you tomorrow.
glen
.
After watching Robin leave with the reply, Glenn closed the window and came to the wand shop.
Old Ollivander had just sent away a new student who came to buy a wand, and was collecting the cardboard boxes and unselected wands scattered on the table.
"Ready to leave for the Weasleys?" he asked, raising his head.
"Yes." Glenn nodded, "We will meet at the Burrow first and then set off from there."
"Go and be safe." Grandfather continued the work at hand and said as if he was giving casual instructions, "By the way, let me tell you in advance that there will be a big event at Hogwarts this year."
Glenn was taken aback for a moment, then quickly reacted.
Triwizard Tournament!
Old Ollivander needed to conduct wand inspections for the players before the game, so naturally he got the news early.
"If you are talking about the Triwizard Tournament, then you can rest assured that I will not sign up." Glenn said with a smile, "The prize is only 1000 Galleons. I really have no interest."
Grandfather nodded and did not question why he knew this, nor did he ask him to participate: "It's okay not to participate. I remember that the death rate in that competition was quite high."
"It probably won't happen this time. After all, the Ministry of Magic has made so many preparations, and with Dumbledore here, safety should be guaranteed."
Glenn said, and added silently in his mind, as long as no one goes with Harry to get the trophy for the third event.
After chatting for a while, he said goodbye to old Ollivander, grabbed a handful of Floo powder in front of the fireplace, threw it in, and said "The Burrow."
When he came out of the flames, he saw Mrs. Weasley waiting for him.
She was holding a large brush for cleaning the ashes and smiling broadly.
"I guess it's almost time for you to arrive. Hermione has just arrived and is in Ginny's room." She said with a smile while vigorously sweeping the dust off Glenn's body.
Hearing the commotion, all the Weasley boys except Percy came up the stairs and greeted him.
"Hi! Glenn, long time no see." Charlie greeted him.
"Do you know each other?" Long-haired Bill asked.
"Yes!" Charlie sighed, "A few years ago, he was the one who ruthlessly broke my wish to win another Quidditch Cup before graduation."
"Sorry, Charlie, I..." Glenn said a little embarrassed.
Charlie obviously didn't care, and stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder: "This happened a long time ago. Apart from this incident, our relationship is still good."
He winked, apparently alluding to the drinking at the Christmas party.
"Yes!" Glenn also smiled, looked towards the stairs, and asked casually, "Why don't you see Percy?"
Before anyone else could answer, Percy's impatient voice suddenly came from upstairs: "Can you please lower your voice? You know I'm writing a report!"
He didn't even look up to see who it was.
"Oh! Percy!" Bill curled his lips and said with a smile, "I'm sorry to interrupt your most important thing about the bottom of the crucible!"
Percy slammed the door and ignored them.
Fred shrugged: "You heard it, Percy is now working in the Department of Magical International Affairs. I really can't figure out where they got it wrong to hire such a guy."
"I suggest you don't let mother hear this, Fred." Bill winked at him, "Percy is her most beloved child now!"
The twins rolled their eyes in unison, said hello to Glenn, and hurried upstairs.
"I don't know what they went to study again. When my mother was cleaning the room a few days ago, she found a stack of order sheets in their place," Ron whispered. "There were several pages of long price lists, all of which were the gadgets they invented. Fake wands, magic candies and all that kind of mischief."
"Sounds interesting!" Glenn said with a smile.
"But my mother was obviously not very supportive." Bill shrugged. "Their L.A. results were really hard to describe. My mother lost her temper several times because of this. The quarrel was the most violent and she burned all their order forms." Bare."
I don't know if it was because the Death Eater camp was brewing some big plan, but the wizarding world suddenly returned to calm, which also made the self-deceiving Cornelius Fudge relax again.
Dumbledore also gave up his plan to persuade him again, and reconvened the members of the Order of the Phoenix, intending to use his own power to fight against the dark forces that were about to resurrect.
The quiet month passed quickly, and when the appointed date was approaching, Glenn received a letter from Harry.
.
Dear Glenn:
Thank you for your letter. Robin is such a beautiful owl. Hedwig loves her very much and is very quiet even when they are in the same cage.
My life with the Dursleys was pretty good, and since they found out last year that I had a wizarding godfather, they no longer dare to treat me the way they used to.
Something happened last night, I think it is necessary to tell you -
I hadn't had that strange dream in a long time, and I even thought it was due to Sirius' Occlumency lessons.
But last night, I had another dream, accompanied by obvious scar pain.
The scene in that dream was horrific, an old Muggle man was killed.
According to you and Dumbledore, every time the scar hurt, it meant Voldemort had mood swings, but this time he looked calm.
I don't know what this means. Sirius is far abroad and can't recover for a while, so I can only write to you to ask.
I wish you all the best.
Harry
.
An old Muggle man...
Glenn frowned and began to recall the plot of the original novel.
Unsurprisingly, this old man was Frank, the former gardener of Riddle Manor, who later lived alone in the manor.
However, there is no way to know why Voldemort and his entourage appeared there, and who the servants who accompanied him were.
He gently combed Robin's feathers, cut out a piece of parchment, spread it on the desk and wrote a reply.
.
Dear Harry:
message received.
Your judgment is correct, this matter must be related to Voldemort.
Since I couldn't describe it in detail in the letter, I thought it would be best for us to talk about it in person.
The Quidditch World Cup will start soon. I will leave for the Burrow today, and then go with them to pick you up at Privet Drive. I believe you have read the letter written by Mrs. Weasley to the Dursleys.
Ps: I believe they must have put enough stamps on it.
Looking forward to meeting you tomorrow.
glen
.
After watching Robin leave with the reply, Glenn closed the window and came to the wand shop.
Old Ollivander had just sent away a new student who came to buy a wand, and was collecting the cardboard boxes and unselected wands scattered on the table.
"Ready to leave for the Weasleys?" he asked, raising his head.
"Yes." Glenn nodded, "We will meet at the Burrow first and then set off from there."
"Go and be safe." Grandfather continued the work at hand and said as if he was giving casual instructions, "By the way, let me tell you in advance that there will be a big event at Hogwarts this year."
Glenn was taken aback for a moment, then quickly reacted.
Triwizard Tournament!
Old Ollivander needed to conduct wand inspections for the players before the game, so naturally he got the news early.
"If you are talking about the Triwizard Tournament, then you can rest assured that I will not sign up." Glenn said with a smile, "The prize is only 1000 Galleons. I really have no interest."
Grandfather nodded and did not question why he knew this, nor did he ask him to participate: "It's okay not to participate. I remember that the death rate in that competition was quite high."
"It probably won't happen this time. After all, the Ministry of Magic has made so many preparations, and with Dumbledore here, safety should be guaranteed."
Glenn said, and added silently in his mind, as long as no one goes with Harry to get the trophy for the third event.
After chatting for a while, he said goodbye to old Ollivander, grabbed a handful of Floo powder in front of the fireplace, threw it in, and said "The Burrow."
When he came out of the flames, he saw Mrs. Weasley waiting for him.
She was holding a large brush for cleaning the ashes and smiling broadly.
"I guess it's almost time for you to arrive. Hermione has just arrived and is in Ginny's room." She said with a smile while vigorously sweeping the dust off Glenn's body.
Hearing the commotion, all the Weasley boys except Percy came up the stairs and greeted him.
"Hi! Glenn, long time no see." Charlie greeted him.
"Do you know each other?" Long-haired Bill asked.
"Yes!" Charlie sighed, "A few years ago, he was the one who ruthlessly broke my wish to win another Quidditch Cup before graduation."
"Sorry, Charlie, I..." Glenn said a little embarrassed.
Charlie obviously didn't care, and stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder: "This happened a long time ago. Apart from this incident, our relationship is still good."
He winked, apparently alluding to the drinking at the Christmas party.
"Yes!" Glenn also smiled, looked towards the stairs, and asked casually, "Why don't you see Percy?"
Before anyone else could answer, Percy's impatient voice suddenly came from upstairs: "Can you please lower your voice? You know I'm writing a report!"
He didn't even look up to see who it was.
"Oh! Percy!" Bill curled his lips and said with a smile, "I'm sorry to interrupt your most important thing about the bottom of the crucible!"
Percy slammed the door and ignored them.
Fred shrugged: "You heard it, Percy is now working in the Department of Magical International Affairs. I really can't figure out where they got it wrong to hire such a guy."
"I suggest you don't let mother hear this, Fred." Bill winked at him, "Percy is her most beloved child now!"
The twins rolled their eyes in unison, said hello to Glenn, and hurried upstairs.
"I don't know what they went to study again. When my mother was cleaning the room a few days ago, she found a stack of order sheets in their place," Ron whispered. "There were several pages of long price lists, all of which were the gadgets they invented. Fake wands, magic candies and all that kind of mischief."
"Sounds interesting!" Glenn said with a smile.
"But my mother was obviously not very supportive." Bill shrugged. "Their L.A. results were really hard to describe. My mother lost her temper several times because of this. The quarrel was the most violent and she burned all their order forms." Bare."
