Admiral of Hogwarts

When Ron said that although his father was in a very bad situation now, he would never go anywhere again, Hugo and his sister exchanged a quick and secret look.

Obviously, the reason why Ron said this was because of some kind of privilege of pure blood, whether it was like this now or when the seventh-year Voldemort controlled the entire British wizarding world in the original text.

For example, now Fudge can suppress Mr. Weasley, but it is just to find something to do. He cannot do more, and it is impossible to fire Mr. Weasley.

After all, pure-blood traitors are also pure-bloods. For those pure-blood wizards who control the Ministry of Magic, they will exclude these outliers from the Wesley family, but they will never allow them to be overly humiliated.

This was true even in the darkest era of the seventh year in the original text. Mug wizards would be thrown directly into Azkaban because of their blood, but even the well-known resisters of the Weasley family were not affected. Too much impact.

"——But Percy is much better than his father now, and it is basically impossible for him to be greatly affected." Just as Hugo and his sister looked at each other, Ron talked about another member of his family who worked at the Ministry of Magic. people.

The reason for this situation is very simple, because the Auror Office is a relatively independent department in the Ministry of Magic, so even the minister can only obviously affect one of the individuals.

In other words, even Fudge couldn't go beyond looking for Percy. And with Scrimgeour's relationship with Fudge, it was absolutely impossible for him to allow the minister to interfere in his Auror office.

"In fact, not only the Ministry of Magic, but the reputation of Principal Dumbledore in the entire British wizarding community is now declining, because the media controlled by the Ministry of Magic are all slandering our principal." Ginny sighed.

"In addition to the principal, those who have been identified as being related to Principal Dumbledore have also been criticized in various ways. For example, Harry will be criticized 2 to 3 times a week, accusing him of being a sensational boy."

"Grandstanding? Whoever wants to be in the limelight should do it. Voldemort killed my parents!" Harry said angrily, "I am famous because he killed my relatives but failed to kill me! Who wants to do this for Being famous for this? Don’t they know that I’d rather never—”

"Everyone sitting here thinks so, Harry." Ginny gently grabbed Harry's hand and comforted him. "But with the Ministry of Magic controlling the publicity channels, we are at a disadvantage."

A famous chicken farm manager once said that a lie repeated 1000 times becomes the truth. Although the fact is that no matter how many times a lie is repeated, it will not become the truth, but it can give everyone a wrong perception.

And now the Ministry of Magic is playing this trick. After all, they have controlled almost the entire British wizarding world, so they can completely slander Dumbledore through publicity.

As for the fact that false news will eventually be exposed, it is not a problem for the Ministry of Magic, because the Minister of Magic has a term of office. For Fudge, as long as he can successfully resign, the rest will be his next problem. .

Just as several people were discussing the recent lunatic operations of the Ministry of Magic, footsteps were heard on the stairs. After hearing this sound, Fred and George disappeared with a loud bang.

A few seconds later, Mrs. Weasley appeared at the bedroom door. "The meeting is over. Now you can come downstairs for dinner. All of you new guests are eager to meet you."

"Mrs. Weasley has worked hard too." Hugo said with a smile as he went downstairs, "Cooking for so many people at once, cleaning the room is not an easy task."

"Fortunately, mom is better at cooking for a group of people." Ron said with a shrug. "But you are right. The work now is indeed a bit more complicated. Even if we have the opportunity to help, she has to be busy all day every day."

Soon, several people came to the restaurant located in the basement. It was the place where Hugo and the others talked with Dumbledore in the morning. Because they were too busy in the morning, Hugo didn't have the opportunity to observe the restaurant until this time.

It was almost as dark here as in the hall above, a cavernous room surrounded by rough stone walls. Most of the light comes from a large fireplace across the room.

The smoke coming out of the pipe filled the air, like gunpowder smoke on a battlefield. The heavy iron pots and basins hanging from the dark ceiling looked hideous and eerie in the smoke.

Because there was a meeting in this place before, the room was filled with many chairs, and in the middle was a long wooden table. On the table were scattered parchment rolls, goblets, empty wine bottles and a pile of what looked like Rag stuff.

Mr. Weasley and his eldest son Bill sat at the end of the table, their heads together and whispering. Seeing this, Mrs. Weasley coughed slightly, and Mr. Weasley stood up and greeted Harry.

Compared with other rooms, this house is obviously much cleaner. As expected, food hygiene is also very important to wizards, so when they are short of manpower, the first place they clean is naturally the dining room and kitchen.

"Put these papers away. These things should be put away as soon as the play meeting begins." Mrs. Weasley shouted looking at the parchment rolls on the table, then quickly walked to an ancient cupboard and took some from it. Put out dinner plates.

Bill took out his wand and whispered: "Disappear without a trace!" The parchment rolls disappeared.

"Good afternoon, Hugo, I heard from my mother that you just cleaned one floor in one afternoon. Is this true?" Bill, who put away the parchment, nodded proactively to say hello.

"It's true, this is a small application of alchemy." Hugo smiled and nodded, "But it's different from what you think. The accuracy of this alchemical cleaning is not as good as manual cleaning, and the cost is also very high. A very cost-effective way to clean.”

"But it can at least save time and manpower, right?" Sirius just saw the others away and walked in from the outside at this time, and then said. "For example, we are in a situation where there are not many manpower available."

"Is dinner ready?" A pile of rags on the chair moved at this time, and then a pair of droopy, bloodshot eyes looked blankly at the restaurant.

"Everyone is getting ready for supper," Sirius said, then called to Mundungus who pulled out a dirty black pipe. "We're going to eat soon. If you want to smoke, go out and smoke."

"Ah," said Mundungus, and thrust the pipe into his bosom. "Okay. I'm sorry, Sirius."

"If you want to have dinner before midnight, you're going to need a little help," Mrs. Weasley said to everyone in the room. "I can't do it alone."

"Here we come." Hugo and the other three stood up, but Mrs. Weasley motioned for them to sit down and rest. "Oh, you three should take a rest. After all, you have been busy all day."

Soon, the kitchen became lively, and everyone started cooking dinner together.