Harry spent the rest of the summer weighing and thinking about what Tierra had said that night.

But before Harry could figure out why, he was overwhelmed by all kinds of complicated and confusing information like snowflakes—

"The German Ministry of Magic Announces Acceptance of Unequal Treaties and Unconditional Surrender"

"The Magical Association of America Announces Acceptance of Unequal Treaties and Unconditional Surrender"

"French Ministry of Magic Announces Acceptance of Unequal Treaty, Unconditional Surrender"

 …

News like this appears on the front page of the Daily Prophet every day.

It wasn't until every European and American Ministry of Magic Harry knew had signed the Unequal Treaty that the Daily Prophet finally started reporting something else.

Mrs. Weasley's mood seemed to stabilize a lot as the newspaper reports came in one after another... but it didn't seem to stabilize—

"Oh my goodness!"

Just as Harry grabbed a large pile of dirty Quidditch robes and left the house to be magically cleaned in the laundry room downstairs, Harry heard Mrs. Weasley scream.

Mrs. Weasley has been urging them these days to pack all the laundry and luggage before school starts. Downstairs he met Ginny, who was returning to her room with the laundry she had just done.

"What's the matter, Mom?" Ginny obviously heard Mrs. Weasley's screams. She froze for a moment, then blushed and threw the laundry she had just washed into Harry's arms, and turned to Mrs. Weasley. The kitchen where it was located rushed over.

"Look at this!" Mrs. Weasley handed Ginny the newspaper she had been holding. "It's horrible!"

"What's going on, Mrs. Weasley?" Harry hesitated for a long time, gently put his dirty clothes and Ginny's clean clothes on the floor, and then ran to the kitchen.

"Here, Harry, look." Ginny had obviously finished reading the contents of the newspaper, folded the newspaper in her hand, and handed it to Harry.

"Reports of Missing Muggles in Bradtown"

According to people familiar with the matter, at around 7:00 on the night of August 19th, Auror Abdurheim Franco, the fourth-level Auror of the Auror Department of the Magic Federation, and his deputy, the third-level Auror Geraldine Gul, were on their daily duties. During the process, the black magic monitor invented by Mr. Tierra detected a sudden and extremely strong black magic fluctuation in the direction of Brad Town near the Welsh Mountains.

Now the Auror Department of the Magic Federation has sent a seventh-level Auror, Francis Sailor, and two sixth-level Aurors to investigate.

The results of the investigation showed that all the Muggle residents in the town had disappeared, and there was no trace of fighting or using other magic except for an incomplete altar composed of unknown characters that could not be deciphered in the existing magical language.

The Auror department of the Magic Federation has sealed off the town and sent Don Quixote Somley, a master of ritual magic, to investigate. The specific situation has not yet been clarified. "

After Harry finished reading this short report, which only occupied a small frame no bigger than a palm, he flipped through the other pages strangely.

"Hmm...what's the matter?" Harry asked puzzled, "This shouldn't be...not a Death Eater attack...I didn't see that it was written in the report Mark of the Dark Lord."

"No, on the contrary... It is very likely that the Death Eaters... or even the mysterious man did it himself." Mrs. Weasley shook her head and said, "There is news from the Order of the Phoenix Come..."

In the middle of speaking, Mrs. Weasley seemed to be taken aback for a moment, then shook her head and stopped talking.

"What?" Harry asked puzzled.

"No...well..." Mrs. Weasley seemed to hesitate a little, and finally made up her mind, and said, "Well, Harry, I think this matter should be Let you know."

"What's the matter, Mrs. Weasley?" Harry asked puzzled.

"There's news from the Order of the Phoenix..." Mrs. Weasley suddenly lowered her voice, "It says that Voldemort is plotting something recently..."

"What?" Harry couldn't help but lower his voice and asked, "What is he planning?"

"I don't know." Mrs. Weasley shook her head, "Voldemort is very mysterious, and because of some of Tierra's policies, more and more pure-blood wizards have been directed to Voldemort's side, making our intelligence work difficult. Do."

"But this means that you must be careful recently... No matter in Hogwarts or here, you are not allowed to act alone, no, to be precise, any nonsense actions are It is not allowed, and things like when you brought a group of half-grown kids and dared to break into the Ministry of Magic alone are not allowed to happen again. We have reason to suspect... Voldemort is likely to deal with is you."

"Then let him come." Harry said indifferently, "I believe that this time Tierra will definitely not let Voldemort have another chance to escape."

"What about your safety?" Mrs. Weasley said in a tone of hatred, "Tiera may be able to defeat Voldemort, but what if Voldemort is staring at you and trying to kill you? Can you guarantee that Tierra will Pulling will be able to rescue in time?"

"These damned reporters didn't report such a big event in more detail." Mrs. Weasley said angrily. , flattery."

"Oh..." Mrs. Weasley muttered helplessly, "I hope Arthur can get some more specific news from the Magic Union."

"Okay, go upstairs quickly and pack up the clothes and books you are going to bring to school. Don't pack up at the last minute every time, like that sloppy Ron." Saying that, Mrs. Weasley Withdrawing the newspaper from Harry, he rolled it up and tapped Harry on the back lightly, trying to drive Harry back upstairs.

"Oh, ok." Only then did Harry remember that he still had a pile of dirty laundry outside the kitchen ~lightnovelpub.net~ on the floor near the stairs, if Mrs. Weasley saw it, he would start again Nagging, so Harry trotted back to the stairs and picked up the pile of clothes before Mrs. Weasley came out of the kitchen.

"Ah...sorry, Ginny..." Harry turned around and was about to walk towards the laundry room on the other side of the living room on the first floor, only to notice that Ginny followed with a blushing face , "I stained your clothes again...let me wash it for you."

"No..." Ginny said, reaching out and snatching the pile of clothes from Harry's arms—

Including her own freshly washed clothes, and Harry's old dirty Quidditch uniform in his arms.

"Let me wash it for you." Ginny said pretending to be generous, "Anyway, I've packed everything, and I don't have anything to do...I don't want to be called by my mother to help her peel potatoes."

"Ah..." Harry hesitated, "Okay...thank you then, Ginny..."

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