Hogwarts Scholar System

There was a moment of silence, and then Bill told them about their side of things——

"...Suddenly there was a loud thunderous noise. I think he used the loud voice spell like Mr. Ludoman did when he hosted the World Cup. Then," Bill paused here and continued, "the mysterious man shouted The name of the mysterious man came out, which shocked us all. Then we were caught off guard, and he dropped a bomb that looked like a big dung egg, and it exploded, and we and the Death Eaters all fainted."

"There should be water of life and death inside. When we woke up, he was gone, and the Dark Mark appeared in the night sky." Charlie said, and then couldn't help but sigh to himself, "That person must be a very interesting person. Man, who would have thought that after he surprised us with the name of the mysterious man, he did not use any powerful magic, but instead used a bomb with water of life and death added to it?"

"Yeah, it's simple and effective. If I have the chance, I really want to make friends with him!" Bill also said.

"Yes, and he did something very satisfying before he left." Charlie suddenly couldn't help laughing and said.

"What did he do?" Fred and George asked in unison, glancing at Maple as they spoke.

"Except for the hooded Death Eaters, everyone who followed them for fun was stripped naked, leaving only their underwear." Bill replied.

"Hahahaha!" Harry and the others couldn't help laughing, and Fred and George looked at each other and smiled.When Bill mentioned that man's style of action before, they thought it was very similar to the style of a person they were very familiar with. Now it was even more confirmed. Maple must have done this.

And Hermione was more convinced of this conjecture than they were, because she didn't believe that Maple was separated from her and Harry Ron so easily. It would make sense if she went in the opposite direction.

Harry and Ron were also a little suspicious, but they did not expose this matter in front of Mr. Weasley and Bill.

"By the way, Mr. Weasley, what Death Eaters are you talking about?" Harry asked.

"That's what the followers of You-Know-Who call themselves," Bill said. "I think we saw the remnants of them tonight, who somehow escaped and were not imprisoned in Azkaban."

"We can't prove it's them, Bill," said Mr. Weasley. "But it's very possible." He said helplessly.

"Yeah, I guess that's the case!" Ron said suddenly, "Dad, we met Draco Malfoy in the woods, and he actually pretty much told us that his dad was one of those masked madmen! We Everyone knows that the Malfoy family used to have a close relationship with the mysterious man!"

"But followers of Voldemort," Harry said, and everyone shuddered.Harry knew that the Weasley family, like most people in the wizarding world, had always avoided saying Voldemort's name, but he did not expect that even Mr. Weasley, an adult wizard, would have such a big reaction to the name Voldemort.Now Harry and Hermione immediately understood why Maple could succeed so easily.

"I'm sorry," Harry said quickly, "What do You-Know-Who's followers want to do, leave Muggles hanging in the air? I mean, what's the point?"

"Meaning?" Mr. Weasley laughed dryly and said, "Harry, that's how they have fun. When You-Know-Who was in power in the past, half of them killed Muggles for fun. I guess they drank too much tonight. After a few glasses of wine, we couldn’t help but remind us that they still had a lot of people out and about. They had a nice little party.”

"But if they were Death Eaters, why did they disapparate when they saw the Dark Mark?" Ron asked, "They should be happy to see it, right?"

Think about it, Ron," Bill said. "If they are really Death Eaters, after You-Know-Who loses power, they will do everything possible to avoid being imprisoned in Azkaban, and they will make up all kinds of lies about what happened in the first place. It was the mysterious man who forced them to kill and torture others.I bet they're more scared to see him back than the rest of us are.After the fall of the mysterious man, they denied in every possible way that they had anything to do with him, and returned to living a normal life - I don't think the mysterious man was very satisfied with them, what do you think? "

"So, whoever created the Dark Mark -" Hermione said slowly, "did he do it to show support for the Death Eaters, or to scare them away?"

"That's what we suspected, Hermione," said Mr. Weasley. "Maple is right. Only Death Eaters know how to conjure that mark. I'm sure that the person who conjured the mark must have been an Eater before." Dead Apostle, although maybe not now—

That's it, it's getting late now and your mother would be worried sick if she heard about these things.We took the time to sleep for a few hours, get the door keys, and get out of here early. "

Everyone else put on their pajamas and went to bed, but Harry couldn't sleep.

He remembered what happened three days ago. It felt like a long time ago, but in fact only three days had passed. When he woke up, he felt the excruciating pain in the scar on his forehead.Tonight, Voldemort's mark appears in the sky for the first time in 13 years.What does this all mean?

Harry lay on his back on the bed, looking at the canvas roof, thinking a lot. After a long time, Harry finally fell asleep.

"Master, something interesting happened at the Quidditch World Cup." Claire said to Voldemort.

"oh?"

"Malfoy and the others wore hoods and played tricks on Muggles after the Quidditch match," Claire said. Bellatrix snorted dissatisfiedly, "Then, someone released you. mark, and then Malfoy and the others were scared away."

"So, it's really good news that there is a servant who is living abroad who is loyal to me." Voldemort seemed to be in a good mood, and then continued to ask, "Have you found out about his whereabouts?"

"No, but," Claire changed her voice and added, "There is something very strange. The house elf of Barty Crouch, Director of the Department of International Exchange and Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic, was killed by the Director of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures of the Ministry of Magic. Amos Diggory took it, probably after the Quidditch World Cup."

"It turns out to be him!" Bellatrix said suddenly.

"Master, do you know who he is?" Claire said.

"Well," Voldemort responded, and then said with great interest, "It seems that we will have to visit this big shot of the former Department of Legal Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic!"

Maple and the others got up early the next morning. Mr. Weasley used magic to pack the tent into his backpack, and then they left the camp as quickly as possible.

After arriving at the place where the portkeys were kept, they found that there were already many people here. They surrounded Basil, the portkey manager, and they all clamored to leave the camp as soon as possible.Mr. Weasley and Basil discussed it in a few words, and everyone stood in the queue. Finally, before the sun rose, they got an old tire, which they could rely on to return to Stoat Mountain.

In the twilight of dawn they passed through the village of Ottery-St. Catchpole and followed the wet path toward the Burrow.Everyone said little along the way because they were all terribly tired and all they wanted to do was get breakfast as quickly as possible.They turned a corner, and the Burrow loomed into view, and a shout came from the path.

"Oh, thank God, thank God!"

Mrs. Weasley, who had evidently been waiting for them in the front yard, ran towards them, still wearing the slippers she had worn in the bedroom.Her face was pale and she looked nervous, holding a rolled-up copy of the Daily Prophet in her hand.

"Arthur—I'm so worried—so worried—"

She threw her arms around Mr. Weasley's neck, and the Daily Prophet fell from her limp hands to the floor.The newspaper bore the headline, Horrible Scenes at the Quidditch World Cup, alongside a gleaming black-and-white photo of the Dark Mark hanging from a treetop.

"You are all fine," Mrs. Weasley muttered in shock. She let go of Mr. Weasley and looked at them one by one with a pair of red eyes. "It's great that you are all alive. Oh, son -"

Mrs. Weasley hugged her sons and couldn't help crying.

"Okay, okay, Molly, we are all safe." Mr. Weasley comforted her, and then led her towards the house.

"Bill," he said in a low voice, "pick up that newspaper. I want to see what it says."

They all squeezed into the small kitchen, Hermione made Mrs. Weasley a cup of very strong tea, Mr. Weasley insisted on pouring a little Ogden's old strong whiskey into it, and then Bill handed the newspaper to his father.Mr. Weasley flicked through the first page, and Percy looked over his shoulder.

"I knew it would be like this," said Mr. Weasley gravely. "The Ministry of Magic is panicked - the criminal has not been caught - the security is lax - the dark wizard is on the loose - bringing shame to the country - who is this Written by? Ah—of course it was her—Rita Skeeter.”

"That woman is specifically against the Ministry of Magic!" Percy said angrily. "She said last week that we should be going all out to eliminate vampires, but she was nitpicking about the thickness of the cauldron -"

"Okay, Percy," Bill said, yawning, "don't say any more."

"I was mentioned." Mr. Weasley's eyes suddenly widened behind his glasses as he read the end of the Daily Prophet article.

"Where?" Mrs. Weasley took a sip of her whiskey tea and asked, coughing and gasping, "If I had seen you just now, I would have known you were still alive!"

"Without naming names," said Mr. Weasley, "Listen to this:

Those wizards panicked and waited for news with bated breath by the woods, hoping for comfort from the Ministry of Magic. Regrettably, they were disappointed.Shortly after the Dark Mark appeared, a Ministry of Magic official appeared and declared that no one had been harmed, but refused to say more.It remains to be seen whether his words will be enough to quell rumors that several bodies were lifted from the woods an hour later. "

"Oh, dear," said Mr. Weasley angrily, handing the paper to Percy, "no one was really hurt. What should I say? The rumor of a few bodies being carried out of the woods - there , now that she writes such words, rumors will definitely spread."

He sighed deeply. "Molly, I have to go to the office. This needs to be clarified."

"I'll go with you, Dad," Percy said proudly. "Mr. Crouch will definitely need everyone to get to their places. Besides, I can also hand over my bumpy report to him personally."

With that he rushed out of the kitchen.Mrs. Weasley looked very sad. "Arthur, it stands to reason that you are on vacation! This matter has nothing to do with your office. They can handle it without you, right?"

"I have to go, Molly," said Mr. Weasley, "I made it worse. I'm going to change into my robes and go—"

After Mr. Weasley left, Harry suddenly asked Ron.Hermione and Maple called Ron's room, and after closing the door, Harry told them about the pain in his scar.

Hermione took a breath and immediately began to make various suggestions, listing a lot of reference books and a lot of people's names, from Albus Dumbledore to Hogwarts' school nurse Pomfret. Mrs. Ray.

Ron just looked stunned. "But - he wasn't there, was he? I mean - the last time your scar hurt, mysteriously - Voldemort was at Hogwarts, right?"

The fact that Maple easily used Voldemort's name to deal with the Death Eaters seemed to have greatly affected Ron, and he began to take the initiative to say Voldemort's name.Perhaps as Dumbledore said, the fear of a name will strengthen the fear of the thing itself.

After Voldemort's name became more and more fluent, Ron's fear of him seemed to have weakened a lot.

"Harry, I'm sorry, I can't give you a reasonable explanation. My only suggestion is Professor Dumbledore!" Maple said bluntly.

Seeing Harry's hesitant expression, Maple added: "Don't feel embarrassed, Harry. Your scar is the mark left on your body after Voldemort's failure. It is not an ordinary magic scar. I think Neither Madam Pomfrey nor St. Mungo's Hospital of Witchcraft and Wizardry can explain your scar.

And the person who knows Voldemort best in this world is Professor Dumbledore.If he can't explain it clearly, I'm afraid no one will know the answer to this matter! "

"Okay, I will talk to Professor Dumbledore after school starts." Harry said. Seeing Harry's expression, Maple felt sorry. He originally had a more suitable person to talk to, but Maple interfered with the event.

"Maple, you were the one who knocked Bill and the others unconscious!" Ron said, changing the heavy topic.

"Since you have guessed it, why are you asking me?" Maple said.

"and you"

"There is indeed Malfoy inside, and two tall, stupid-looking guys, just like Malfoy's two followers, Crabbe and Goyle -"

"They must be the fathers of Crabbe and Goyle. No wonder those two silly guys have been Malfoy's followers since the first grade. It turns out that their fathers have known each other for a long time." Ron said suddenly.

"I also discovered a secret from them!" Maple suddenly lowered her voice and said.

"What secret?" Harry asked concerned.

"I found that they all had a black Dark Mark branded on their left arms!" Maple said to them. This was also preparation for the future. There was no need to take out Peter Pettigrew. He only needed to verify the Dark Mark. Harry proved that Sirius Black was innocent.

"The Dark Mark? The same mark as the one on the night sky last night?" Hermione opened her mouth in surprise.

"Yes, I checked all the hooded guys yesterday, and they all have this pattern on their left arms. I think this should be the characteristic that Bill said the Death Eaters have." Maple said.

Over the next week, Mr. Weasley and Percy were rarely at home.Every morning, before the rest of the family got up, the two of them left the house and didn't come back until long after dinner.

"It's been a complete mess," Percy told them sternly, as it was a Sunday night before they were due to return to Hogwarts the next day. "It was like I was putting out a fire all week. People kept stopping. You've got a howler in the mail, and of course if you don't open it right away it's going to explode. There are burnt marks all over my desk, and my best quill is reduced to a pile of cinders."

"Why do they have to send howler letters?" Ginny asked.

"Complaining about security issues at the World Cup," Percy said. "They want compensation for their damaged property. Mundungus Fletcher filed a claim for a tent with twelve bedrooms and a jacuzzi, but I I got to know him. I knew he actually spent the night under a cloak that was propped up on a stick."

Fred and George were speechless. This guy Mundungus had handled so many transactions involving Acromantula venom, and he should have accumulated a lot of money in his hands. Why did he still look like a dirty thief?

Mrs. Weasley glanced at the grandfather clock in the corner.It has nine gold needles, each with the name of a Weasley family member engraved on it.There are no numbers on the clock face, but the place where each family member might be is written.There are "home", "school" and "work", as well as "on the road", "missing", "hospital", "prison", and at twelve o'clock on an ordinary clock, it is marked "life danger".

At this moment, all eight needles pointed to the position of "home", and Mr. Weasley's needle, the longest of the nine needles, still pointed to "work".Mrs. Weasley sighed.

"Since the day the mysterious man fell from power, your father has not had to work overtime on weekends." She said, "Now they are going to tire him out. If he doesn't come back soon, his dinner will be ruined."

"Hey, Dad feels like he has to make up for the mistakes he made on finals day, right?" Percy said. "To be honest, it was a bit unwise of him to speak in public without asking his department heads -"

"It's all written by that annoying woman Skeeter. How dare you blame your father for this!" Mrs. Weasley said, getting angry.

"If dad doesn't say anything, that old fellow Rita will comment that people from the Ministry of Magic don't say a word, which is beneath their dignity." Bill, who was playing chess with Ron, said, "Rita Skeeter never writes Kind words from others. Remember, she once interviewed all the curse breakers at Gringotts and then called me 'The Shaggy'!"

"I mean, your hair is a bit long, dear," Mrs. Weasley said softly, "Just let me—"

"No, Mom."

Raindrops pattered on the living room window.Hermione was reading "Standard Spells, Level [-]" intently.When they went to the World Cup match, Mrs. Weasley bought them all their textbooks.

Charlie was darning a fireproof hood, and Harry was wiping his Firebolt according to the Broomstick Care Manual.

Maple, on the other hand, was contemplating a new gadget he had envisioned, completely no longer as anxious as he had been when he heard Trelawney's prophecy last semester.

Yes, Maple has already put his mind at ease.He no longer worried about Hermione's safety, because he had drawn a new card before, a super awesome card——

Zhuge Kongming is unpredictable!