v2 Chapter 879： early morning (1/2)

Compared with Harry's worry, Ai Wen is very reassured.

Because of the recent propaganda of the Hogwarts Ministry of Magic, Harry’s upcoming trial is being watched by the entire magic world. In this case, it is impossible for Fudge to convict Harry indiscriminately, let alone Dumbledore is here.

”We will leave at six o'clock tomorrow morning!” said Mrs. Weasley when she was having dinner on Wednesday night. ”Ivan, Harry, I have already ironed your best clothes. You will wear them tomorrow morning. Especially It's you, Harry, I hope you wash your hair tonight, a good first impression is to make a miracle.”

Evan accepted the inquiry and Harry was tried for tomorrow. The original Mrs. Weasley refused to let them go. It was spread in this matter. Even after Ai Wen received the inquiry letter from the Ministry of Magic, everyone can Go with them.

Ai Wen even asked Rita to go through the whole process of the trial process with the past. I don't know if Fudge will agree.

”How do we go?” Harry asked, letting go of the ribs he was eating.

”Arthur took you with me when he got to work.” Mrs. Weasley said, turning her voice in a harsh tone. ”Fred, George, this is not a joke. You two should not add to your father tomorrow. Don't...”

”We know, Mom!” said Fred. ”We will not do anything tomorrow.”

”Do not worry, we have been to my father's office many times, know the rules of the Ministry of Magic.” George said.

The guarantee of the two of them is very unreliable, and Ai Wen knows that they plan to visit the Percy office...

They have been arrogant about Percy and their homes, and hope that they will not make a big mess.

”You can stay in my office tomorrow. I am not sure if you will let Evan and Harry be tried in the department. Normally, it should be fine...” Mr. Weasley said, ”The wind is very tight now.” I didn't get any news.”

Since Fudge and Dumbledore had been ravaged, he was almost pushed out to the fringe in the ministry, and the days were very bad.

But there is no difference. Mr. Weasley is not valued in the department.

As long as he does his own job, Fudge can't do anything about him, and he can't drive him home.

Even if it is a change of work, the entire Ministry of Magic may not find a position worse than Mr. Weasley's department.

At five o'clock the next morning, Ai Wen got up from the bed.

He found that Harry was awake, sitting there motionless, and seemed to be worried about the upcoming trial.

”Good morning, Harry!” Avon whispered. ”Are you okay?”

”I'm fine,” said Harry, his voice low.

”Don't worry, we have solid evidence. After a few hours, you have nothing to do!”

”I know!” Harry nodded again, seemingly just reacting. ”Good morning, Avon!”

He jerked off the bed and put on his glasses.

Mrs. Weasley had put a new pair of jeans and T-shirts on the edge of his bed, and he fumbled to wear them.

Ai Wen also got up and dressed, and he saw Ron lying on his back with his legs stretched out, his mouth wide open and his sleep so scented.

Harry shook him in the past after he dressed, and woke him up.

”Is it already time?” said Ron, turning over again, climbing hard and faltering.

”It's five o'clock, and there's still one hour left.” Avon said, looking at the watch.

”Then I will lie down for a while, and I will have time at half past five. I don't have to go so early.” Ron fell heavily again.