Chapter 1196 (1/2)
”So Is that true? ” Ginny interjected and said, ”that's what you're going to do?”
”I No I'm just joking, ”Harry said. They stare at each other, and there's something more than shock. In Ginny's expression, Harry suddenly realizes that he and she are alone for the first time since the good times lost in the hidden corners of Hogwarts.
He was sure she remembered.
When the door opened, they both jumped up and Mrs. Weasley, Kingsley and bill came in. They often have dinner with other members of the order of the Phoenix, because the burrow has replaced 2 grimmer square as the headquarters of the order of the Phoenix, Mr. Weasley explained that Dumbledore After the death of their secret agent, everyone who had been informed of the location of grimmer square by Bradley automatically became a Secret Keeper.
”And because there are about twenty of us, this greatly weakens the power of the red heart mantra. Death eaters have more than 20 chances to get this secret from someone, and we can't expect it to last long. ”
”But Snape must have told the Death Eaters the address by now?” Asked Harry.
”Well, the mad eye cast a few incantations to prevent Snape from finding the place again. We hope that their strength is strong enough to exclude Snape from this place and restrain his tongue if he wants to say it. But we can't be sure, so it's very good to continue to use this place as the headquarters when its protection becomes so weak Stupid. ”
In the evening, the kitchen was so crowded that it was very difficult to use the automatic knife and fork. Harry found himself huddled next to Ginny. They were passing things without words, which made him hope that there were several people between them. He was trying to avoid sweeping her arm, so he could hardly cut his chicken.
To his surprise, van Lin finally came out of his room after a few days, which was probably the most exciting thing for Harry, and Mrs. Pomfrey announced that van Lin could leave her small room and left in a hurry.
These days for Fanlin is really very sad, once the nervous tension relaxed, a lot of magic washed the body caused damage is almost on the van Lin almost can not stand up.
In Madame Pomfrey's words, if not for van Lin's special constitution and a large number of tonic potions to be swallowed, the continuous high-intensity phantom shift alone would have killed him.
This made Fanlin feel very lucky, and would be rescued by the Vatican people, which made Fanlin feel a little surprised.
They seemed to have known for a long time that they were coming, but he had no contact with the Vatican.
What's more, it's a pity that Trevor is a little too timid. Facing the holy knight Teflon, he doesn't even have the courage to do it. And the knight, too, let the vampire go?
This probably overturned the image of the Holy See's supremacy.
”No news about the mad eye man?” Asked Fanlin, sitting next to Hermione.
The betrayal of Mundungus is abrupt, but it is reasonable.
In the face of Voldemort, if Mundungus keeps Harry's image, he will surely die, but betrayal is not necessarily, even if he will be punished by the magic spell of Fanlin.
”Nothing,” bill replied, shaking his head.
So far, they haven't held a funeral for moody because Bill and lupin haven't found his body, and it's hard to find where he might have fallen in the dark and chaotic fighting.
”The prophet didn't say a word about his death or the search for his body,” bill continued, ”but that doesn't mean anything. They've been very quiet these days.”
”And they don't have a hearing about the use of magic by minors because of the magic I use against death eaters,” Harry said to Vaseline across the table, who just shook his head.
”Because they knew I had no choice, or because they didn't like to tell the magic world that Voldemort had attacked me?”
”That's it,” Fanlin affirmed. ”The Ministry of magic is no longer able to face Voldemort.”
”They have always been like this.” Mr. Weasley said, ”recently, I guess slinger doesn't want to admit that the mystery man is as powerful as it used to be, or that there's been a massive prison break in Azkaban.”
”Yes, why tell the public the truth?” Holding on to his knife, Harry said, a faint white scar appeared on the back of his right hand: I can't lie.
”Isn't there anyone in the Ministry of magic ready to stand up to him?” Ron asked angrily.
”Of course not, Ron, but people are afraid,” Mr. Weasley replied. ”They are afraid that they will be the next to disappear, their children will be the next to be attacked! I don't believe that the Muggle research professor who resigned at Hogwarts has been missing for several weeks. In the meantime, slinger has closed his office all day. I just hope he is working out a plan
When Mrs. Weasley got the magic to get the empty plates onto the table and began serving apple pies, everyone stopped talking.”We have to decide how to protect you, Ali,” said hibiscus, as they were eating pudding.
”Why?” Harry is a bit confused. In fact, he can't think of this and hibiscus
”For the wedding,” Furong said candidly, ”of course, none of our guests are death eaters, but we can't guarantee that they won't accidentally say something after they drink the champagne.”
In fact, from this point on.
Harry infers that she still suspects Hagrid.
”Yes, good proposal,” said Mrs. Weasley from the top of the table where she sat, her glasses hanging from the bridge of her nose, while browsing through the miscellaneous work that had been scribbled on a long sheep.
”I'm sure they won't turn down some small things. It's like having a wonderful Carnival and then making time for the day.” Fanling said with certainty that he watched Mrs. Weasley record it in her notebook.
”I agree. Now, Ron, have you cleaned your room?”
”Why?” Ron exclaimed, his spoon falling to the ground and glaring at his mother, ”why does my room have to be cleaned? Harry and I like how it looks now
”We're going to have your brother's wedding in a few days, young man...”
”Are they going to have a wedding in my room?” Ron asked furiously, ”what the hell...”
”Don't talk to your mother like that,” Mr. Weasley said firmly. ”Do what she says.”
Ron glared at his parents, picked up his spoon and swallowed the last mouthfuls of apple pie.
”I can help. Here's something for me,” Harry told Ron, but Mrs. Weasley interrupted. ”No, Harry, honey, I hope you'll help Arthur with these chickens, Hermione, and I'll be very grateful if you'll change the delacours' sheets. You know they're going to be here at eleven o'clock tomorrow morning, and as for van Lin, you've just regained your ability to get out of bed... ”