Hogwarts: I'm Cousin Harry

Chapter 402 396. A bed full of 'sunshine'
Seeing the Death Eaters who escaped from Azkaban being imprisoned one by one in the Ministry of Magic prisons, the Aurors who participated in this operation held their heads high.

This is the first major victory for the Ministry of Magic in more than ten years.

Although most of the credit goes to the well-led Minister of Magic Fudge, as a participant in this operation, you can get some credit and glory, right?

Now, who dares to say that their Aurors are useless? !

Unsurprisingly, the Daily Prophet reported this news. I don’t know where they got the news from, and almost described the details of this operation in detail.

It even praised Fudge endlessly in the title and content, praising him as wise and powerful as the best Minister of Magic in the world.

This made Fudge so happy that he took the newspaper and read it several times. He kept chanting it, and he almost danced and gave him a loudspeaker to start a radio loop and read it.

Fudge, who was extremely happy, rewarded everyone who participated in the battle, and people of different levels were promoted.

Especially for Percy who "obtained accurate information, made suggestions, and was responsible for the implementation of the plan", Fudge specially set up a secretary-director position for him (same as Umbridge's deputy minister, a vacuous position with little power. Fudge is not good at strategy, but he is good at drawing cakes, and he can also materialize the cakes, although he is not full after eating them). If Percy is not too young and has little support, otherwise he really wants to legalize magic. The position of Director of the Executive Division was given to him.

Rather than letting a stranger control this position, it would be better to hand it over to one of your confidants.

Fudge felt very sorry for this.

Percy said he was still young and had plenty of opportunities.

The days commuting to and from get off work at the Ministry of Magic are pleasant. Except for some special circumstances where people voluntarily work overtime, they usually get off work on time.

After Percy finished his busy day, he returned to the Burrow, the residence of the Weasley family.

A house decorated in a purely magical style that completely violates the laws of physics.

Gently pushing the door open, the fragrant aroma greeted you. Needless to say, this must be another delicious dish made by Mrs. Weasley.

"Oh my God, look, who's back?!"

Fred pointed at Percy in an almost exaggerated tone.

"Oh, the great Minister Percy has arrived."

Fred immediately echoed.

"Make way for the minister now."

The twin brothers who were supposed to be attending Hogwarts were playing tricks at home.

"You two, please be quiet. This rare trip back won't make me worry. Can't you just learn from your brother? Find a decent job at the Ministry of Magic?"

Mrs. Weasley put a large basin of unknown aromatic substance on the table, and kept scolding her two unreliable sons.

When he saw Percy, he showed a kind expression: "My dear, go up and have a rest. I'll call you later during dinner."

Percy answered to his mother with the same smile, and then dragged his tired body upstairs towards the room where he lived.

To be honest, he was very tired.
He was basically responsible for the entire operation to capture the Death Eaters, and he was also responsible for all the details. Finally, the plan was successfully implemented. At this time, he just wanted to have a good meal and have a good sleep.

I'm not even in the mood to reply to my little girlfriend's letter, and I certainly won't get into an argument with my two stupid twin brothers.
George was fine, it only went in one ear and out the other, but Fred had a bad temper.

"Learning like Percy?" Fred asked immediately: "Working in the Ministry of Magic as Fudge's lackey?"

That day Fudge broke into Hogwarts and confronted Dumbledore. The whole school had spread the news. As Fudge's secretary, Percy naturally didn't end up in any good situation.

"Fred, how many times do I have to tell you that your father is also an official of the Ministry of Magic. Is your father also a lackey?"

"I'm George."

Fred tried to quibble, but Mrs. Weasley didn't believe him at all.

"Okay, pretend to be George's Fred." If she still doesn't know who is who after so many years, then she has failed as a mother.

Then Freddie's protest was heard again: "But daddy isn't helping Fudge!"

"He is Fudge's secretary. If he doesn't help Fudge, how can he help you?"

Mrs. Weasley asked, tapping the iron pot on the stove.

"That's not right."

"Fred, right or wrong is not as simple as what you see."

"Sometimes I really don't understand. Is it so difficult to admit that my elder brother and younger brother are excellent?"

Amidst Mrs. Weasley's roar downstairs, Percy pushed open the door to his room and fell straight towards his big bed.

Smelling the quilt full of laundry detergent and the 'smell of sunshine', Percy fell into a deep sleep.

Sure enough, nowhere is as comfortable as at home.

'Clap clap clap'

I don’t know how long it took before a flapping sound of wings sounded in the room.

Percy rubbed his head and sat up in bed.

On the table in front of him, a green-orange telephone bug was slowly squirming, and the sound of flapping wings came from its mouth.

Glancing outside the window, the moon hung high on the branches, and it was obviously very late.

"Pat, who will come to see me at this late hour?"

Percy stretched, shouted at the phone bug, then stood up and answered the phone.

"Hello, I'm Percy."

"I'm Dursley."

Percy perked up when he heard the voice on the other end of the phone bug.

It looks like action is about to be taken.
After a moment, Percy hung up the phone with a solemn expression.

Just as he was planning something in his mind, a huge 'roar' from his abdomen brought him back to his senses.

It seems that today's dinner has not been eaten yet.

So Percy immediately put on his pajamas and walked down the stairs.

I hope there is still some food left. By this time everyone must have finished eating and gone back to their rooms to rest.

In the dining room of the Burrow, there is a large cover on the long table of Weasley's parents. There are several small bowls inside. The bowls are all the dishes cooked by Mrs. Weasley today. Obviously, these are all cooked by Mrs. Weasley. Specially reserved for him.

There was also a piece of paper beside the cover with a few words written on it. It basically said that he didn't call him when he was eating because he was sleeping so deeply, but he asked him to remember to heat up the food before eating it when he was hungry. Eating too much food will hurt your stomach.

Naturally, there is no such thing as a microwave in the wizard's restaurant, but they have magic
Percy pointed at the food with his wand, and soon it became steaming hot.

Picking up a sandwich, Percy started to eat it.

No matter where you go, no matter what time of day, the food cooked by your family is the most delicious in the world.

'Even if it is to protect the best family in the world, you must complete the task. '

(End of this chapter)