Chapter 605 In The Burrow

That night Ryan and several young people lived together in a tent set up in the kitchen. Because there are too many people staying here tonight, the Burrow is too small to spare enough beds. So Ryan and the young people can only pitch tents for one night. Fortunately, the tents in the magic world are not so cramped.

To make matters worse, that night, while Ryan was sleeping, there was a sudden scream from Harry's room. He immediately jumped out of the bed like a carp, then picked up the wand beside the bed, put on his coat and ran towards the house where Harry was. When he ran out, he saw Hermione, who lived opposite him, also rushed out in almost the same dress as himself.

Harry, what's the matter with you? Ryan pushed the door of Harry's house and walked in while Hermione stayed outside the door, and then sat up in shock looking at Harry in his pajamas.

I just saw Voldemort. Harry didn't try to hide what he had just seen. He's in a rage now, torturing the Death Eaters in a big house with a fireplace and a long table, because they've lost a lot today, guided by false news.

That sounds like good news. Ryan nodded. But this connection to You-Know-Who's soul should stop! Your scar—it shouldn't be like this anymore! You must never allow that connection to reconnect.

I know, but I really can't close my brain. Harry shook his head and said helplessly. It's not that I haven't practiced seriously, but every time Voldemort's thinking can always break through the defense line in my brain.

I think you can try this. Ryan thought for a while and took out a silver-white band, Tie this on your head and feel it.

Harry heard the words and directly took the strap from Ryan's hand and tied it to his head, and said it after feeling it for a while. It's amazing, I feel as if my brain is surrounded and protected by a pair of warm wings.

That's good. Ryan nodded. This is a new magic item that I just made recently. The main purpose at that time was to allow me to avoid mental interference when I was researching. After listening to your narration, I can now confirm that as long as the mysterious person does not get too close to you Basically immune to this uncontrolled two-soul connection you're experiencing.

Thank you. Harry looked at Ryan and said seriously. Also, I swear that I never meant to criticize you when I spoke this afternoon. I was really just talking about myself at the time. Please believe me.

I trust you, Harry. Ryan yawned at this point. Also, it should be one o'clock in the morning. The sound you made just now really scared people. Well, I'm going to bed. See you tomorrow morning.

The vigilance of others is also too poor.

After closing the door of Harry's bedroom, Ryan roughly explained to Hermione what happened just now. Hermione nodded after listening, and then turned to the door where the Weasley twins and Ron were sleeping Lip curled. If someone really attacked just now, I don't think they could react enough.

You should believe in the double defenses that the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic have set up around here, and what they encountered today was too exciting for them, so it's normal to sleep deeply at this time because of the brain's self-protection. You can't judge others by the level of the two of us. Ryan said, and then he kissed Hermione on the cheek. Okay, let's go to bed quickly. We have to get up early tomorrow.

For the next few days, everyone seemed busy. For example, with the help of Hermione, Ryan began to make a new batch of alchemy props for the members of the Order of the Phoenix. Only Harry and Ron seemed relatively leisurely. But soon Mrs. Weasley found the two of them, and soon they were busy preparing for the wedding.

During this time, Ryan was thinking about the future besides making alchemy props. He felt that it was basically impossible for Voldemort to attack the Ministry of Magic on the wedding day like in the original book while Dumbledore was still alive. However, Ryan also lost The prediction of Voldemort's next move made everything in front of him seem to be shrouded in fog.

I don't care about him. In short, the soldiers come to block, and the water comes to cover. It's too late to deal with Voldemort after he launches an attack, but it's strange. I didn't worry about this when I was weak, but now when I can resist Voldemort head-on. I'm starting to think about it. After thinking for a while, Ryan smiled in relief and continued to finish the work at hand. In this war era, war-related magic items are always never enough.

I'm exhausted, Harry complained two nights before the wedding, before dinner was ready. You know what? The last two days Ron and I have been scrubbing the cutlery endlessly, coloring the presents, ribbons and flowers, clearing the garden of gnomes, and helping Mrs Weasley bake a whole bunch of pancakes.

No way, everyone is busy. Ryan took the plates from the cupboard to the table, and put them away one by one. But weddings always have to be prepared by someone, not Mrs Weasley alone.

After several people had arranged the tableware, the door opened, and Mr. Weasley, Kingsley, and Bill walked in, and then sat down at the dining table in a slightly tired manner. Perhaps due to Malfoy's mother and son living at No. 12 Grimmauld Place and Snape's defection, many members of the Order of the Phoenix now often choose to come to the Burrow for dinner.

Also because of this reason, the kitchen is crowded with people after dinner, and it is very difficult to use a knife and fork. Ryan had to move his arm carefully so as not to elbow Hermione who was sitting next to him.

How's the situation outside recently? Ryan broke the silence when he was about to eat and asked himself Bill on the other side

Nothing happened, or it's been too quiet these days. Bill put down his knife and fork with a serious face. The conflict in the past two days was not insignificant, but all the newspapers have not mentioned that incident recently, and even the Ministry of Magic has not made any movement on that incident. You must know that several illegal doors were used that time. The key, if it was normal, they would have come to the door to inquire about the crime, but they have not done anything now.

Is the Ministry of Magic still planning to bury its head in the sand like an ostrich in this critical situation? Harry's eyes widened.

It sounds incredible, but sometimes it's true, said Mr. Weasley. Scrimgeour is unwilling to admit that the mysterious man is so powerful, and even less willing to admit that the Ministry of Magic has completely lost control under the current situation.

Then what about the other people besides Scrimgeour? Ryan asked, There are quite a few people in the Ministry of Magic, and there are many resisters who are naturally mysterious people, such as the hemp-seeded wizards who are on the front line. Aren't they willing to stand up for themselves?

Of course there is, but people are scared, Mr. Weasley replied, of being the next to go missing, of having their children attacked next! Terrible rumors go around, and quite a few people do go missing mysteriously. .But the Ministry of Magic, which should be the most involved at this time, can't even protect its own staff. The only thing Scrimgeour can do is shut himself in his office all day. I really hope he is making a plan.

No one spoke for a while, until Mrs. Weasley magically placed the empty tray on the counter and brought out the apple pie.

Okay, everyone, please be happy, after all, the wedding will be in two days. As the organizer, we can't be so downcast. Mrs. Weasley said. I hope that at least when the wedding is held, everyone will be able to participate with a smile.