Became good friends with the Boy Who Lived

Led by Mr. Weasley, the group returned to the Weasley family's tent. At this time, the tent was quite lively. Bill and Charlie were dealing with several bloody marks on their arms, and Percy was showing off his injured nose to Fred and George.

Seeing that Mr. Weasley and Aries were safe and sound, Bill, Charlie and other Weasley brothers who were waiting for news in the tent breathed a sigh of relief.

"Have you caught the murderer, Dad?" Bill covered his injured arm with a bed sheet and looked at Mr. Weasley and asked, "The person who created the mark..."

"Unfortunately, no," Mr. Weasley walked over and checked the injuries of his eldest son, "He must have run away..." Mr. Weasley briefly recounted what had happened.

Aeris took out his wand and waved it a few times, muttering something, and the injuries on Bill, Charlie and Percy recovered visibly.

Several people looked at Aris in shock. Mr. Weasley said in confusion, "I am very grateful to you, child, but... the regulations prohibiting underage wizards from using magic..."

"Okay, Dad," Charlie looked at his wounds that had healed to their original state. Even the scars that were burned by the dragon while he was working and could not be healed were healed. He said indifferently, "I'm afraid the Ministry of Magic doesn't have much energy now to deal with such trivial matters as underage wizards violating the rules."

"This is a special situation," Percy also said, "but you still have to follow the rules, Aeris, otherwise you will get into unnecessary trouble."

Aeris withdrew his wand and nodded.

"The house-elf has Harry's wand?" said Bill. "That makes absolutely no sense."

"Yes," said Mr. Weasley wearily, "Barty fired his house-elf right in front of us. Honestly, I've never seen old Barty so out of control..."

"Mr. Crouch has been very merciful," Percy said. "According to the rules, the house-elf should be taken back to Mr. Diggory's department for questioning."

"Just because Winky was framed?" Hermione said unhappily, "Don't house-elves have any rights at all? As an intelligent creature, it should have the same rights as us humans..."

"You can't imagine how difficult it is for Mr. Crouch to be in his position, Hermione!" Aris said faintly, "If his political enemies can find any evidence against him, they will definitely make a big fuss about it. He is also helpless. I feel that he has tried his best to protect Winky."

Hermione wanted to say something, but Harry spoke first: "What exactly does that mark mean? Why do I feel like everyone is so terrified..."

"That's the mark of the You-Know-Who," said Mr. Weasley. "It hasn't appeared in more than ten years. The last time it appeared was above the Potter's house in Godric's Hollow..." Mr. Weasley glanced at Harry secretly.

Harry's breathing became heavier. "After they kill someone, they use this mark to show off?" Aris said sarcastically. He patted Harry's shoulder gently to comfort Harry's disordered emotions.

"The Death Eaters enjoy killing people," Mr. Weasley said heavily, "You also saw what they did in the campground. When the You-Know-Who was at his most powerful, seven Dark Marks were hung simultaneously over a village where Muggles gathered. When the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic rushed to the village, the Death Eaters had already slaughtered thousands of people, young and old, men, women and children in the village..." Mr. Weasley could not continue.

Hermione's breathing was a little rapid, Ron looked pale, Ginny crawled between Fred and George, trembling all over, and Harry's eyes were filled with anger.

"Those Death Eaters marching," Aeris said darkly, "are they the ones who escaped legal punishment more than ten years ago? While trying to make their presence felt, they are also afraid that their former masters will really make a comeback? I think they must have been terrified when the Dark Mark appeared in the world!"

"Arris's comments are spot on," said Mr. Weasley. "Now, children, I want you to go to bed immediately. Your mother must be worried sick. At the rate the Daily Prophet is going, this matter will be a hot topic tomorrow morning."

They didn't get much sleep, as Mr. Weasley must have been on guard the whole night, for he woke everyone up before daybreak, and they hurriedly packed their bags after getting up. Mr. Weasley waved his wand a few times and put the tent into his backpack.

When they left the campsite, the campground manager looked dazed but still said goodbye to them happily: "See you next Christmas, my friends, Merry Christmas..."

"He... they will be fine..." Mr. Weasley said as he walked hurriedly, "It's not that easy to modify memories, especially such horrific and painful memories. It's normal to be a little confused for a while."

With Mr. Weasley's negotiation, several people received an old tire portkey from the portkey collection point. This was not easy because the wizards surrounded the portkey collection point. Mr. Weasley also used his personal relationships in the Ministry of Magic to get everyone back to Weasel Hill using the portkey before the sun rose.