Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 494 [Breakfast at The Burrow]
The Burrow kitchen has been restored to its original size.

And those Aurors who originally guarded Harry also evacuated from [The Burrow] on the third day after the Quidditch match was terminated. Only Black stayed to protect Harry's safety in the name of 'cold'.

This made Harry breathe a sigh of relief.

Such special treatment seemed to divide himself and the Weasleys into two types of people, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

When Harry and Ron came to the kitchen.

Percy was drinking a glass of milk, with his arms propped on the dining table, holding up the Daily Prophet and reading it.

Mrs. Weasley waved her wand, commanding slices of toast...flying out of the oven, and falling on the porcelain plate with a burnt aroma.

At the same time, the door of the cupboard on the other side opened automatically, and the flour in the cloth bag gushed out like a fountain, slowly flowing in front of her in the air.

The egg shattered in half, and the egg white and yolk were separated very neatly.

Under Mrs. Weasley's wonderful magic,...water, flour, eggs, and cream gathered together like a symphony, stirred and blended, and finally flowed into the mold in the oven.

Then...the magic oven heated up at a constant speed, and in just two to three minutes, a shiny and fragrant French baguette appeared in the oven.

"Why do you get up so early!"

Mrs. Weasley had a pleasant tone, and seemed to be in a good mood today.

This is not common,
The fact that Mr. Weasley and Percy worked overtime at the Ministry of Magic day and night upside down these days made her in a bad mood, no matter who she spoke to, her tone was very offensive.

"Where is my dad, has he left yet?" Ron asked hurriedly, then turned his head and looked with Harry at a grandfather clock in the corner behind him.

This is a magic clock that does not tell the time.

There is no twelve hour number on the clock face, but the possible situation of each member of the Weasley family is written,
There are names of... Home, School, Ministry of Magic, On the Way, Missing, Hospital, Prison, etc...

Where an ordinary clock originally marked twelve o'clock, it was marked 'life-threatening'.

It has nine pointers, each of which represents a member of the Weasley family, with Ron, George and their black and white mini heads and names.

These hands and dials are magically able to indicate the state of each member of the Weasley family at this time.

For example, now, Ron's mini avatar has a wide-eyed expression, with a surprised look on his face; while the pointers of George and Fred...although both pointers and Ron's pointer point to the location of home, their mini avatars have their eyes closed, and the symbol of zzzz keeps popping out of their heads, indicating that they are still sleeping late.

As for Mr. Weasley—

The longest one among several pointers, with his extremely tired miniature head, is pointing to the location of the 'road'...

With a click, his pointer just turned and pointed to the position of 'go to work'.

Hearing the noise, Mrs. Weasley glanced back, then sighed and said, "...Your father is obviously just a staff member of the Department of Magic that Prohibits the Misuse of Muggle Items. Why does he have to participate in the affairs of Auror and Fudge? It's nothing to do with him. He didn't come back until midnight last night... It's so early again today, and he will be exhausted these days."

"Hey! Mom...it's a good thing that Dad is favored by Minister Cornelius Fudge and Mr. Crouch...he should also move from that boring chief of staff position." Percy said in a slightly expectant tone as he turned the newspaper to another page.

Mrs. Weasley suppressed her annoyance, and said in a blunt tone, "Of course, it's good to be promoted, but it's not the right time. I'd rather he wasn't so highly valued... Fudge and Crouch are not easy to deal with, and it would be troublesome to get involved in their affairs."

Percy curled his lips in disbelief. He knew that if he said it, his mother would be angry, so he didn't say much. Instead, he turned to Ron and the others and asked, "Ron, what do you want from Dad? If you're not in a hurry, I can bring you a message when I go to the Ministry of Magic."

Ron kept his face cold and didn't answer, looking very angry with Percy.

"What? Percy, aren't you resting? Why..." Mrs. Weasley asked in surprise as she turned around with her hips on her waist.

"Mom, how can there be any time to rest at this time, Mr. Crouch is watching me all the time? I must behave well... Take this opportunity to make my intern status a regular one." Percy put down the newspaper in his hand and said with some complaints.

"Barty Crouch..."

Mrs. Weasley frowned and muttered something that seemed to be a curse.

As soon as the name was mentioned by Percy, Mrs. Weasley's mood became very bad again.

She waved her wand, causing pots and pans, spoons and forks on the counter to clatter and clatter.

"By the way, what's the matter with you?" Mrs. Weasley looked depressed, and Percy couldn't pretend not to see it. He put down the newspaper, picked up a baguette, drank the glass of milk, and hurriedly stood up... It seemed that he was about to escape from here.

"Uh... Minister Fudge wrote us a note, saying that Mr. Weasley was allowed to take us to [St. Mungo's Hospital for Witchcraft and Wizardry]...to visit Albert!" Harry said, shaking the purple paper in his hand.

"What! From Cornelius Fudge himself to you..."

--puff!

The milk was spurted out of his mouth by Percy.

Percy quickly picked up the blue checked tablecloth and wiped the corners of his mouth, then looked at the note in Harry's hand.

He had an envious and jealous expression on his face, as if he really wanted to snatch the note into his hands.

Perhaps it was the naked eyes that were too conspicuous.

It made Ron stand in front of Harry at once.

"Percy, what do you want?" he asked angrily. "Is it some of Barty Crouch's weird rules again? Do you know that Hermione had to go back to her house because of an order from your Mr. Crouch? It embarrasses me in front of Hermione. You still speak for Crouch...don't you feel a little embarrassed?"

Percy's ears turned red immediately, and he stammered, "But this...after all...it's for Harry's safety after all!"

"What are you talking about? Barty Crouch said that no one other than Harry and our family is allowed to live in [The Burrow]! How dare you put the blame on Harry!" Mrs. Weasley became angry immediately, and she said angrily, "Our house, can't we allow ourselves to live in it?"

Percy muttered and didn't dare to speak loudly, but it sounded like he was saying, 'Cold', that is, Sirius was clearly still staying at [The Burrow], and used this to refute his idol Crouch.

"And... what do you want to do now? Percy Weasley." Mrs. Weasley immediately came over to protect Harry, protecting Harry like an old hen, and stared at Percy and asked.

Obviously, Mrs. Weasley's favorite son made her very embarrassed in front of Hermione.

Taking this opportunity, Mrs. Weasley was jumping up and down, ready to scold Percy and ask him to correct his mistakes.

"No, it's nothing, just to see... Is it true? Is it a note written by Fudge himself?... Merlin, Auror Guard... and this, really... I don't have a special reputation..."

Percy stared at Harry jealously, muttered, and stared at the purple note reluctantly.

Then he walked quickly to the fireplace and fled from here.

"I'll tell Dad...and tell him to come back as soon as possible."

So he said as the green fire engulfed Percy.

After finishing breakfast, Mrs. Weasley wiped her hands with a towel, and then reached for the note in Harry's hand. After examining it carefully, she suddenly felt much happier. She turned on the magic radio over there, humming the two-headed witch singer... a new song by Sisters Glick.

And at this time, 'Cold', that is, Sirius Black and Bill came down together.

(Blake had been living with Bill and Charlie for the past few days, and when the Aurors left, he moved into the room they had packed up.)
Soon, the two also knew about the note Fudge had sent Harry back.

Sitting on his seat, Sirius frowned, "This doesn't look like Fudge's style. Why did he deliberately disclose the existence of the mysterious person, and he is so busy now, and even signed for you to release it? This is very strange!...And I also read the "Daily Prophet" these days...He didn't retaliate against Crouch, and he didn't even remove him from the position of Director of the Department of Law of the Ministry of Magic."

"Molly! Didn't Arthur say anything to you?"

Sirius was holding the purple note Harry had handed him, looking very serious.

"No, Arthur is assisting Goodman in dealing with the Ministry of Magic's compensation for the Quidditch World Cup," said Mrs. Weasley.

"There are many wizards who want to compensate for the property they have damaged... But apart from the Dark Mark that frightened everyone during the Quidditch match, there was no other damage. Even if there was... it was just some wizards who broke their legs because they were too anxious to escape... nothing serious. Only Mundungus Fletcher intentionally drank a bottle of potion and burned his skin with red blood moss... Trying to blackmail the Ministry of Magic, Arthur discovered the clue..."

"However, the compensation claims made by Ireland, Bulgaria, and the International Association of Magic... are enough for the Ministry of Magic to drink a pot." Bill picked up the "Daily Prophet" that Percy had read earlier, and said with a glance,
"It's not... Rita Skeeter accused some wizards of the Ministry of Magic of being too weak, full of ideas of surrender and flattery to the wizards of Bulgaria and Ireland..."

Mrs. Weasley had almost finished packing the breakfast at this time, she called out Charlie George's name upstairs, and agreed with Bill.

The sun gradually filled the garden outside [The Burrow], the dew glistened on the blades of grass, and the birds chirped more and more.

After Charlie himself went up and called once, George and Fred finally came down the stairs, yawning.

"Why are you so late?"

Ginny asked a little strangely.

"Nothing, we... are learning..."

"Yes, we are studying with humility and want to obtain a senior wizard certificate..."

"You two?" Ron laughed.

Mrs. Weasley immediately raised her eyebrows suspiciously, and asked seriously, "What did you two do last night? Did you spend the night thinking about some Weasley's magic trick again?"

Before the twins could reply, Mrs. Weasley raised her voice and said, "Don't you know what time it is? Think about last time... If Kingsley Shacklebolt wasn't there, you two might have been taken directly to Azkaban by that Auror..."

"If you want me to say take you there and let Moody calm you down, it's fine."

said Mrs. Weasley angrily.

However, at this moment, the pointer representing Mr. Weasley suddenly jumped from 'work' to 'on the road'. For a second, when it turned tremblingly to the position of 'home', a green flame burst out from the fireplace in the kitchen, and Mr. Weasley's figure appeared from it.

"Ah, Arthur, why are you back? Isn't it the Ministry of Magic who just arrived? Did Percy tell you about Harry's receipt of the note? Or did Fudge finally know that you were on vacation and let you rest."

Mrs. Weasley immediately became very happy, and didn't bother with the twins' prank orders. (George and Fred take this opportunity to sit hastily on chairs)

"neither……"

Mr. Weasley looked listless. He pulled away the table and chairs and sat down heavily, with a very heavy expression on his face.

"Cornel Fudge asked me to take Harry and the others to see MacGuffin Albert."

"Really?" Harry and Ron exclaimed happily.

"Then why do you have such an expression?" Mrs. Weasley asked strangely, "Isn't this something Ron has been looking forward to?"

"I know...but it's not easy. Do you know why Fudge agreed? Because Rita Skeeter...the witch will be there too. It's a Ministry of Magic PR crisis...I reckon Fudge and the others will happen to be there too. They'll use Harry..."

Sirius hammered the table, "How can Fudge? What about Professor Dumbledore? Isn't he always the most against this kind of thing?"

"No way, it is said that the potion to heal MacGuffin needs Fudge's approval before it can be used... He has to agree." Mr. Weasley said helplessly.

"What potion?" Harry asked hastily.

"Baldrin's mind-boosting potion!" Mr. Weasley said after drinking half a glass of milk in one gulp.

After hearing this, Sirius raised his head and asked in surprise, "What, do you really want this thing? And do you still have this kind of potion? I remember that the Ministry of Magic and the International Association of Magic destroyed all the [Badrin Brain Refreshing Potion] more than 20 years ago? The effect of this potion is more serious than ordinary Brain Refreshing Potion... Arthur, you should know the consequences. Ordinary Brain Refreshing Potion will only cause lunatics, but this potion will mess up the entire magical society..."

"Those powerful wizards can't bear the side effects of [Badrin Brain Refreshing Potion]...McGuffin Albert is a student who hasn't graduated yet. Even if he has some special features, he shouldn't take this potion, right?"

"I think...Professor Dumbledore should think clearly..."

"Right now, Severus and Slughorn are very busy with the therapists at St. Mungo's Hospital. Of course not only to treat McGuffin... But also Hopkirk, Kim Rick and the others are in dire need of a specific antidote...It's too bad, so bad!" Weasley said, shaking his head, with a distressed expression on his face.

"Merlin! Fortunately, Rita Skeeter is still on Fudge's side. Otherwise, according to her usual spying on the Ministry of Magic...that kind of lawless report, who knows how much chaos it will cause."

Mr. Weasley was wolfing down his fried egg on toast.

"Molly, can you bring me some more bread and tonkatsu? I've been starving for the past two days..."

"Here we come, Arthur." Mrs. Weasley waved her wand, and a tray flew over, and placed it firmly on the table. On it was a bowl of pumpkin-scented soup, a soft, fragrant baguette, and fried pork cutlets wrapped in a thick layer of golden pastry.

Before Mr. Weasley feasted, he asked Ron to inform Hermione...she could meet them at the Leaky Cauldron.

(End of this chapter)