Chapter 367 Back to the Burrow
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
It doesn't matter whether the Malfoys would be grateful or not.
The important thing is that the people in Sur are almost bored to death by Mr. Weasley. Who can understand that a middle-aged man can chatter non-stop for more than ten minutes.
Although they understood Mr. Weasley's good intentions, they also understood how scared he was.
"Where have you been? Dad." When Suer and others appeared at the edge of the woods, the two brothers and Ginny who were waiting eagerly at the entrance of the camp came up to them and asked loudly.
Ginny's eyes were fixed on Harry who was shivering from the cold.
"We are anxious and worried that something will happen to you."
Hearing the noise, Charlie, Percy and Bill also hurried out of the tent with concerned eyes.
Mr. Weasley stopped talking once he arrived at the camp.
"Nothing, nothing, everything is fine." He answered Fred and George's questions in a vague tone, but this could not satisfy the curiosity of others. When the two brothers wanted to ask more, Mr. Weasley waved his hand. They drove into the tent.
"It's three o'clock in the morning now!"
"I think what they need most right now is a cup of hot chocolate and a good night's sleep. We'll talk about the rest tomorrow."
"We'll leave here early tomorrow morning."
The night was silent, with occasional low-pitched exclamations coming from around the tent, but the movement was very small and could not disturb the sleeping Weasley family, Soul and others.
After only sleeping for about five hours, Mr. Weasley woke them up and hurriedly used magic to pack up the tent and put it into his backpack. At this time, he was not in the mood to pack it slowly in the Muggle way. The camp was in a hurry, and there were many people who made the same choice as them. The camp was in a hurry, and everyone was in a hurry to leave.
It's so scary. What happened yesterday is beyond many people's imagination.
Quite a few people know what that mark means, and those turbulent times are still fresh in their memories.
Mr. Roberts was still standing at the door of his small stone house, looking strange and dazed. It seemed that he had survived yesterday's experience, but he didn't know what happened to his children and wife in the end.
When Sur and the others passed by, Mr. Roberts waved to them goodbye and said vaguely: "Merry Christmas."
"He'll be fine." Mr. Weasley explained to everyone as he hurriedly led the way.
"The Ministry of Magic has modified his memory. Sometimes when a person's memory is modified, he will be a little confused. What happened last night was too terrible for this gentleman. It was a little too strong. Son, but it’s no problem.”
The place where the door keys were kept was crowded and bustling with people, and there was also the sound of the little wizard crying who didn't know what was going on.
Many wizards surrounded Basil, the portkey keeper, and they all wanted to leave the camp as soon as possible.
Mr. Weasley took advantage of his connections at this time, squeezed into the crowd, discussed with Basil for a few words, and walked out with a tattered old tire.
"Let's go, put your hands up quickly." He said.
At this time, the mist on the White Glaze Mountain has not yet dissipated. After a round of rotation, everyone returned to the original location, followed the mountain road through the village of Ottery St. Catchpole, and walked on the wet path towards the Burrow. .
Everyone spoke little along the way, and Soul held Hermione's hand tightly to prevent her from slipping accidentally.
They turned a corner and the Burrow came into view.
"Thank God and Merlin for blessing, you are all safe and sound." Mrs. Weasley had been waiting at the door for a long time. Then she saw them coming out of the corner and running towards them nervously, her slippers making a snapping sound. , clutching a rolled-up copy of the Daily Prophet in his hand.
"I'm really scared to death, Arthur," she said. "I'm so worried about... what the newspaper said about... that mark..."
"That person...really?"
"It's okay, Molly, we're all fine." Mr. Weasley interrupted Mrs. Weasley and reached out to hug her.
Mrs. Weasley seemed to suddenly think of something. She broke away from her arms and turned to her sons. She looked at them one by one with a pair of red eyes, "You are all okay, okay, Merlin bless you."
As she spoke, Mrs. Weasley suddenly started crying, and she pushed George and Fred into her arms.
The two brothers' heads banged together.
"When I saw the newspaper, I was horrified. I thought, what should I do if something happens to you? When I thought about the last words I said to you, I blamed you for your poor test scores. ..."
Mrs. Weasley kept crying, and Fred suddenly said something cold,
"Then, Mom, don't you object to our making joke products?"
Mrs. Weasley's tears suddenly stopped, "Don't even think about it!"
She looked at Fred and George with red eyes, only to find that the two sons had smiling expressions on their faces.
"Oh, you two are so..."
"Okay, Mom, no one of us was hurt, Dad took good care of us." Bill moved forward and hugged Mrs. Weasley.
"We came here without eating anything and what we want most now is to fill our empty stomachs."
"Oh, I was too worried and wasn't ready." Mrs. Weasley wiped her eyes and turned around hurriedly, "I'll go get ready now. It'll be quick. Just wait a moment."
A few minutes later, Mrs. Weasley served tea to everyone, but Mr. Weasley insisted on pouring a little Ogden whiskey into his glass to calm his throbbing nerves.
While Mrs. Weasley was preparing food in the kitchen, everyone gathered around to read the crumpled Daily Prophet.
The cover of the first edition was black and white, with a skull floating above a tree branch.
The title is---'A major terrorist incident occurred at the Quidditch World Cup! '
"I knew this article was written by Rita Skeeter." Mr. Weasley slapped the table angrily, "Look here----"
Mr. Weasley read one passage with great emotion.
"How outrageous. She only wanted to grandstand and lift a few corpses from the woods. No one present has ever seen such a scene happen. Groundless speculation! Completely irresponsible."
"That woman is specifically against the Ministry of Magic." Percy also expressed his opinion and gave an example angrily.
Bill interrupted Percy as he began a tirade about the Code of Treatment of Half-Humans for Non-Wizards.
"Is that woman with all pink in her body going to be unlucky?" Fred gloated.
"That's Ms. Umbridge!" Percy corrected him, but how could Fred listen to him? "I don't think she can stay in this position any longer."
Suhr had different opinions, but he didn't say that Barty Crouch was most likely to take the blame. It is estimated that tomorrow we will see the news that Barty Crouch will take the blame and resign.
It is very common to subconsciously throw the blame when something happens. For details, please refer to a certain Eagle...
"Okay, breakfast is here, hurry up and eat." Mrs. Weasley came out of the kitchen with a plate of sandwiches and interrupted everyone,
"After you eat, go and rest for a while."
The important thing is that the people in Sur are almost bored to death by Mr. Weasley. Who can understand that a middle-aged man can chatter non-stop for more than ten minutes.
Although they understood Mr. Weasley's good intentions, they also understood how scared he was.
"Where have you been? Dad." When Suer and others appeared at the edge of the woods, the two brothers and Ginny who were waiting eagerly at the entrance of the camp came up to them and asked loudly.
Ginny's eyes were fixed on Harry who was shivering from the cold.
"We are anxious and worried that something will happen to you."
Hearing the noise, Charlie, Percy and Bill also hurried out of the tent with concerned eyes.
Mr. Weasley stopped talking once he arrived at the camp.
"Nothing, nothing, everything is fine." He answered Fred and George's questions in a vague tone, but this could not satisfy the curiosity of others. When the two brothers wanted to ask more, Mr. Weasley waved his hand. They drove into the tent.
"It's three o'clock in the morning now!"
"I think what they need most right now is a cup of hot chocolate and a good night's sleep. We'll talk about the rest tomorrow."
"We'll leave here early tomorrow morning."
The night was silent, with occasional low-pitched exclamations coming from around the tent, but the movement was very small and could not disturb the sleeping Weasley family, Soul and others.
After only sleeping for about five hours, Mr. Weasley woke them up and hurriedly used magic to pack up the tent and put it into his backpack. At this time, he was not in the mood to pack it slowly in the Muggle way. The camp was in a hurry, and there were many people who made the same choice as them. The camp was in a hurry, and everyone was in a hurry to leave.
It's so scary. What happened yesterday is beyond many people's imagination.
Quite a few people know what that mark means, and those turbulent times are still fresh in their memories.
Mr. Roberts was still standing at the door of his small stone house, looking strange and dazed. It seemed that he had survived yesterday's experience, but he didn't know what happened to his children and wife in the end.
When Sur and the others passed by, Mr. Roberts waved to them goodbye and said vaguely: "Merry Christmas."
"He'll be fine." Mr. Weasley explained to everyone as he hurriedly led the way.
"The Ministry of Magic has modified his memory. Sometimes when a person's memory is modified, he will be a little confused. What happened last night was too terrible for this gentleman. It was a little too strong. Son, but it’s no problem.”
The place where the door keys were kept was crowded and bustling with people, and there was also the sound of the little wizard crying who didn't know what was going on.
Many wizards surrounded Basil, the portkey keeper, and they all wanted to leave the camp as soon as possible.
Mr. Weasley took advantage of his connections at this time, squeezed into the crowd, discussed with Basil for a few words, and walked out with a tattered old tire.
"Let's go, put your hands up quickly." He said.
At this time, the mist on the White Glaze Mountain has not yet dissipated. After a round of rotation, everyone returned to the original location, followed the mountain road through the village of Ottery St. Catchpole, and walked on the wet path towards the Burrow. .
Everyone spoke little along the way, and Soul held Hermione's hand tightly to prevent her from slipping accidentally.
They turned a corner and the Burrow came into view.
"Thank God and Merlin for blessing, you are all safe and sound." Mrs. Weasley had been waiting at the door for a long time. Then she saw them coming out of the corner and running towards them nervously, her slippers making a snapping sound. , clutching a rolled-up copy of the Daily Prophet in his hand.
"I'm really scared to death, Arthur," she said. "I'm so worried about... what the newspaper said about... that mark..."
"That person...really?"
"It's okay, Molly, we're all fine." Mr. Weasley interrupted Mrs. Weasley and reached out to hug her.
Mrs. Weasley seemed to suddenly think of something. She broke away from her arms and turned to her sons. She looked at them one by one with a pair of red eyes, "You are all okay, okay, Merlin bless you."
As she spoke, Mrs. Weasley suddenly started crying, and she pushed George and Fred into her arms.
The two brothers' heads banged together.
"When I saw the newspaper, I was horrified. I thought, what should I do if something happens to you? When I thought about the last words I said to you, I blamed you for your poor test scores. ..."
Mrs. Weasley kept crying, and Fred suddenly said something cold,
"Then, Mom, don't you object to our making joke products?"
Mrs. Weasley's tears suddenly stopped, "Don't even think about it!"
She looked at Fred and George with red eyes, only to find that the two sons had smiling expressions on their faces.
"Oh, you two are so..."
"Okay, Mom, no one of us was hurt, Dad took good care of us." Bill moved forward and hugged Mrs. Weasley.
"We came here without eating anything and what we want most now is to fill our empty stomachs."
"Oh, I was too worried and wasn't ready." Mrs. Weasley wiped her eyes and turned around hurriedly, "I'll go get ready now. It'll be quick. Just wait a moment."
A few minutes later, Mrs. Weasley served tea to everyone, but Mr. Weasley insisted on pouring a little Ogden whiskey into his glass to calm his throbbing nerves.
While Mrs. Weasley was preparing food in the kitchen, everyone gathered around to read the crumpled Daily Prophet.
The cover of the first edition was black and white, with a skull floating above a tree branch.
The title is---'A major terrorist incident occurred at the Quidditch World Cup! '
"I knew this article was written by Rita Skeeter." Mr. Weasley slapped the table angrily, "Look here----"
Mr. Weasley read one passage with great emotion.
"How outrageous. She only wanted to grandstand and lift a few corpses from the woods. No one present has ever seen such a scene happen. Groundless speculation! Completely irresponsible."
"That woman is specifically against the Ministry of Magic." Percy also expressed his opinion and gave an example angrily.
Bill interrupted Percy as he began a tirade about the Code of Treatment of Half-Humans for Non-Wizards.
"Is that woman with all pink in her body going to be unlucky?" Fred gloated.
"That's Ms. Umbridge!" Percy corrected him, but how could Fred listen to him? "I don't think she can stay in this position any longer."
Suhr had different opinions, but he didn't say that Barty Crouch was most likely to take the blame. It is estimated that tomorrow we will see the news that Barty Crouch will take the blame and resign.
It is very common to subconsciously throw the blame when something happens. For details, please refer to a certain Eagle...
"Okay, breakfast is here, hurry up and eat." Mrs. Weasley came out of the kitchen with a plate of sandwiches and interrupted everyone,
"After you eat, go and rest for a while."
