The rest of Harry's summer was spent weighing and thinking about what Tiera had said that night.

But before Harry could think of a reason, he was dizzy when he was hit by all kinds of messy information like snowflakes——

"German Ministry of Magic Announces Acceptance of Unequal Treaty and Unconditional Surrender"

"Magic Society of America Announces Acceptance of Unequal Treaty and Unconditional Surrender"

"The French Ministry of Magic Announces Acceptance of Unequal Treaty and Unconditional Surrender"

......

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

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

As the reports from these newspapers drifted in, Mrs. Weasley's mood seemed to stabilize a lot...but it didn't seem to be stable--

"Oh my goodness!"

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

Mrs. Weasley has been urging them to pack all the laundry and luggage before school starts. Downstairs he met Ginny, who was returning to her room with her freshly washed clothes.

"What's the matter, Mom?" Ginny apparently heard Mrs Weasley's screams too. She froze for a moment, then blushed and threw her freshly washed clothes into Harry's arms, facing Mrs Weasley. The kitchen where he was in rushed over.

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

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

"This, Harry, look." Ginny, who had apparently finished reading the paper, folded the paper in her hand and handed it to Harry.

"Bradtown Muggle Missing Report"

According to people familiar with the matter, at about 7 o'clock at night on August 19, the fourth-level Auror Abdureyim Franco of the Auror Department of the Magic Federation and his deputy third-level Auror Geraldine Gul were on their daily duty. During the process, the black magic monitor invented by Mr. Tiera detected and monitored the sudden occurrence of extremely strong black magic fluctuations in the direction of Brad Town near the Welsh Mountains.

The Auror Department of the Magic Federation has now dispatched a seventh-level Auror Francis Saylor and two sixth-level Aurors to investigate.

The results of the investigation showed that all Muggle residents in the town had disappeared, and there was no sign of fighting or using other magic other than a mutilated altar composed of unknown characters that could not be parsed in the existing magical language.

The Auror Department of the Magic Federation has sealed off the town and sent the master of ritual magic, Don Quixote Sommere, to investigate. The specific situation has not yet been ascertained. "

After reading this short report, which only took up a small frame less than the size of a palm, Harry flipped through the other pages strangely.

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

"No, quite the opposite... It's very likely that the Death Eaters... or even You-Know-Who did it himself." Mrs. Weasley shook her head and said, "There is news from the Order of the Phoenix. Here comes..."

Halfway through speaking, Mrs. Weasley seemed to be stunned for a moment, then shook her head and stopped talking.

"What?" Harry asked in confusion.

"No... um..." Mrs. Weasley seemed to hesitate a little, before finally making up her mind, and said, "Well, Harry, I think this should indeed be the case. Let you know."

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

"There is news from the Order of the Phoenix..." Mrs. Weasley suddenly lowered her voice, "Said Voldemort is conspiring and plotting something recently..."

"What?" Harry asked in a low voice. "What is he planning?"

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

"But that means you've got to be careful lately...you're not allowed to act alone, either at Hogwarts or here. It's not allowed, like back in June with a bunch of half-aged boys who dared to break into the Ministry of Magic alone. We have reason to suspect... Voldemort is likely to be dealt with is you."

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

"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? You can guarantee Tiera Can Ra be rescued in time?"

"These **** reporters, there is no more detailed report on such a big matter." Mrs. Weasley said angrily, "At first they opposed Tierra one by one, and now they are all rushing to sing praises to Tiera. , flattering."

"Alas..." Mrs. Weasley muttered helplessly, "I hope Arthur can get some more specific information from the Magic Federation."

"Okay, go upstairs and pack the clothes and books you're going to take to school. Don't pack them at the last minute every time, like that sloppy Ron." With that, Mrs. Weasley Withdrew the newspaper from Harry's hand, rolled it up, and tapped it lightly on Harry's back, trying to drive Harry back upstairs.

"Oh, okay." Harry then remembered that he had a pile of dirty laundry outside the kitchen, on the floor near the stairs, and if Mrs. Weasley saw it, he would start nagging again, so ha Leigh trotted a few steps, and before Mrs. Weasley walked out of the kitchen~lightnovelpub.net~, ran back to the stairs and picked up the pile of clothes.

"Ah... I'm 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 was also following with a blushing face. , "I stained your clothes again...I'll 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 the original dirty Quidditch suit in Harry's arms.

"I'll wash it for you," Ginny said, pretending to be generous. "Anyway, I'm all packed, and I have nothing to do... I don't want to be called by my mother to help her peel the potatoes."

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

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