HP Magic Biography

Fanlin was lying on the bed. In fact, he didn't hold on for long. Naturally, the fatigue of the body could not be taken lightly. He quickly fell asleep.

However, Fanlin didn't feel how long he slept.

The fact is also true. Not long after they slept, Mr. Weasley woke them up, he put the tent away by magic, and then he left the campsite as quickly as possible.

Mr. Weasley patrolled all night, and he looked a little tired physically, but he was mentally good at ten.

Mr. Weasley briefly explained what happened last night. The wizard who had been divided by the Apparition was also restored, but this had a great impact on him, and it seemed impossible to Apparate in his life.

Apart from the injuries, no wizard died.

In fact, Fanlin knew someone had died when his magic power swept the audience, but...

They met him at the door of Mr. Robert's stone house. Mr. Robert stared at Mr. Weasley with strange eyes, and then he gesticulated and said vaguely "Merry Christmas."

"He'll be fine soon," Mr. Weasley said quickly, and they went into the swamp.

Sometimes, when a person's memory is limited, he will become a bit disoriented...it is difficult to make him forget. When they reached the place where the door key was kept, they heard an urgent cry and found many witches and wizards around Bashir.

They all yelled to leave the campsite as quickly as possible. Mr. Weasley quickly discussed with Bashir, they joined the team and were able to get an old rubber ship to Stone Mountain before the sun really rose.

It is worth mentioning that Sirius still worked out a method before he left.

In fact, anyone with a strong magical power can do it.

Wrap Fanlin completely with magic power. As long as the magic power does not dissipate, Fanlin won't receive any impact, so that Fanlin can use the door key.

This would be a lot more convenient. Otherwise, if they returned to the Burrow from here, they would have to take a plane and then a car. This was too much trouble, and Fanlin didn't want Mr. Al to see him like this.

In the dim light of dawn, they walked across Otrikapo Street.

They are so tired that they seldom talk, and are all thinking about their breakfast. When he was right in front of him, there was a screaming echo from the wet trail.

"Oh, thank God, thank God!"

Mrs. Weasley was obviously already waiting for them in the yard.

She ran to them, still wearing slippers, her face pale and serious, holding a sheet of "Daily Prophet" tightly in her hands: "Arthur-I'm so worried, so worried..."

She wrapped her arm tightly around Mr. Weasley's neck, and the copy of the "Daily Prophet" fell to the ground. Harry looked down and saw the front heading: "The Horror Scene of the Kuadis World Cup". There was also a black-and-white photo taken from the top of the tree. The black marker was shining and Van Lin was there. Below, above the ice pillar, with Hermione, and next to them.

"Who took this?"

"I don't know, maybe it's an official from the Ministry of Magic," Fanlin said.

Hermione took the newspaper with one hand, and she opened the newspaper, and the page inside also published the events of last night.

But unlike the horrible scene before, this black and white photo is going to be more domineering.

"How are you all?" Mrs. Weasley let go of Mr. Weasley, whispering, staring at them with red eyes, "You are all alive... Oh, Percy, Charlie, Bill, Luo Hmm, Ginny, Harry, Fanlin, Hermione... you are all alive, this is really great..."

To everyone's surprise, she grabbed Fred and George and pushed them together, so close that their heads met.

"Oh! Mom—you will strangle us—"

"When you left, I told you!" Mrs. Weasley started sobbing. "I just thought, if'that person' harms you, the last thing I say will be that you haven't got enough. OWL? Oh, Fred...George..."

"Well, Molly, we are very, very good now, okay?" Mr. Weasley soothed her, told her to leave the twins, and led her to the house.

"What did that newspaper say?" Fanlin asked.

Harry and Ron also rushed in.

Unexpectedly, except for the first page of the newspaper, the rest of the pages contained scenes of Fanlin fighting Tefrey.

Huge black and white dynamic picture.

The friction and collision between the two gray-white **** of light made it possible to clearly feel the palpitating power even through the newspaper.

"I have to say that their technology is terrible." Hermione said dissatisfied, not even a photo with a profile picture.

"Look at what they said?" Harry asked, he cared about it.

Now it seems that Fan Lin himself has been excluded, and his friends are far more concerned about these things than he himself.

The little wizard from Hogwarts fights vampires to save one hundred thousand wizards. This matter is really topical.

Except for the first page, the rest is almost all about Fanlin.

Even Fanlin's killing of the Basilisk in the second grade was published. The Ministry of Magic did not stingy with their own words of praise. They needed a person to divert everyone's attention.

Several little wizards read this newspaper over and over in excitement, although they were surprised by the propaganda of "Prophet Daily" against Fanlin.

Fanlin just dragged down a dark wizard. According to the truth, Fanlin's contribution was not so great, but for his friends, Hermione and the others all hoped to develop better.

At least, the concept of a new star in the magic world was proposed in the Daily Prophet, which made Hyeok very satisfied.

"Perhaps, you should take some better photos again." Hermione said.

"Forget it, this is really too much trouble." Fanlin shook his head. It is not a good thing to show the limelight, but it seems that there is no way to avoid it now.

When they were all squeezed into the kitchen, Hermione made Mr. Weasley a cup of strong tea.

Mr. Weasley insisted on adding some old whiskey. Hermione gave him the newspaper.

Mr. Weasley glanced at the front page, and Percy looked over his shoulder.

"I see," Mr. Weasley said gravely. "The cabinet made a big mistake... the prisoner was not arrested... the security was neglected... the black wizard's unstoppable rush... the shame of the country... who wrote it? Ah... of course... Rita Skeeter."

"That woman made up the Ministry of Magic rumors!" Percy said angrily. "Last week she also said that we wasted our time picking up the thickness of the big steam boiler, saying that we should find the scammers. It seems that none of those are'on handling illegal The twelfth paragraph of the “Witcher’s Regulations” seems to be specifically noted."

‘"Percy, please help," Bill said while yawning, "Shut up, please."

"We were mentioned too," Mr. Weasley said, his eyes widened under his glasses, and his gaze fell to the bottom article of the Daily Prophet.

"Where?" said Mrs. Weasley excitedly, choked with her tea and whiskey.

"If I read that chapter, I will know that you are still alive!"

"No surname," Mr. Weasley said, "Listen to this,'If the frightened witches and wizards-they are listening to the news with their breath held by the ruins-expect the Ministry of Magic to reassure, They will be very sad and disappointed. A cabinet official showed up after the black mark appeared and refused to disclose any other information, claiming that no one was injured. Can this statement shatter the claim that many people will be transferred in one hour Rumors, this remains to be seen."'

"Oh, really!" Mr. Weasley said angrily, and handed the newspaper to Percy. "No one was injured, so what can I say? Rumors say that many people will be removed from the stadium... Well, if she writes this way, of course there will be rumors."

He sighed and said, "Molly, I have to go to the office, this time to clarify."

"I want to go with you, Dad," Percy said solemnly. "Mr. Crouch will need all kinds of manpower to help. I can personally provide him with the boiler report."

He urged out of the kitchen.

Mrs. Weasley looked sad. "Arthur, you should be on vacation! This matter has nothing to do with your official business. They would definitely be able to solve it without you!"

"I have to go, Molly," Mr. Weasley replied, "I made things worse. I want to change my uniform and go now..."

With the sound of closing the door, the small room became quiet again.

Mrs. Weasley's condition was not very good, she was worried that it was broken, and he did not even see the subsequent report.

If Mrs. Weasley was in the mood to read the report about Fanlin in the future, the objects of concern might be Hermione and Fanlin.

In fact, Mr. Weasley doesn't need to go, this is just a rumor from Rita, that woman, she always doesn't stingy with her own mind when she writes.

"Arthur is like this, conscientious, putting work first, even on vacation, but whenever something happens, his vacation will always become unpleasant," said Mrs. Weasley. "There are still Percy..."

No one can comfort Mrs. Weasley.

Everyone knows that Mr. Weasley was of no use in the past. Rita’s rumors will be believed by many people before she has made any major mistakes. Moreover, there are still many people who like such things. The solution can only be accomplished by transfer.

The Ministry of Magic has already made countermeasures, just need readers to read more.

However, Mr. Weasley’s professionalism...

He and Percy, their two characters are like this, they should stay in the Ministry of Magic, even if it is their position.

The current Ministry of Magic is too bad.

Opposing Auror Office Director Rufus Scrimgeour and the former Minister of Magic and the current Director of the International Magic Exchange Division Batty Crouch.

Weak and incompetent Connelly Fudge, who only thinks of his own rights, and his terrible old toad Umbridge.

There is also Lucius Malfoy, who doesn't have any position, but is calling for help in the Ministry of Magic, this pure-blooded nobleman, a Death Eater.

It is difficult for a person like Mr. Weasley to get ahead. To be precise, he can only be a small director, and he is the one that everyone recognizes as useless.

The wizard’s acceptance of the Muggle world is too low.

The Muggle objects used here seem to be centuries behind.

For Mr. Weasley's prospects, perhaps it would be better to switch to Scrimgeour, but now.

"Maybe Mr. Weasley just wants to help Sirius, something must be busy now."

Mrs. Weasley nodded. She didn't mean to continue reading the newspaper. The newspaper was put aside by Mrs. Weasley, and she took out some milk.

Fanlin noticed that Mrs. Weasley secretly wiped tears.

"Well, let's not talk about these adults' problems, what do you need to eat? I will prepare some for you, soon."

Fred and George wanted to tell their mother what happened last night, but everyone was so tired~www.readwn.com~ no one has the mind to do more than that.

"Some bread and jam will do. Don't have to be so troublesome. It seems we don't have much energy."

Mrs. Weasley nodded, she had no doubts.

With the help of magic, people soon added some white bread and jam, and some milk, which was much stronger than absorbing the vitality of the world in the morning.

"Oh, the two of them, haven't eaten when they left..."

Mrs. Weasley was deeply worried again.

No one said extra words, everyone was exhausted.

Fanlin hurriedly ate his bread, which made his stomach feel much better.

However, after he was full, an uncontrollable sleepiness surged up.

This is something no one can resist.

Charlie and Bill grabbed two pieces of bread and apparated directly upstairs. They didn't bother to climb the long stairs.

The two of them seemed to have made a good start, and all of them couldn't sit still. They needed to sleep.

"You go up and have a rest, I will call you when I have lunch."

Mrs. Weasley was still so reassuring. Of course, it would be even more perfect if Mrs. Weasley could put her heart back in her stomach.

Everyone said goodbye to Mrs. Weasley.

I slept at about three in the morning yesterday, and got up at five in the morning. The two hours of sleep is too short, and returning to the burrow, the warm environment can easily cause sleepiness.

He said goodbye to Hermione in a hurry, and then Fanlin followed Harry to Ron's room. He could only sleep with Harry in a bed, there was no more here, and Fanlin didn't want to be in trouble anymore. .

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