"Ah, Harry!"

　　In the kitchen, Mrs. Weasley looked at Harry as she walked and said loudly, interrupting Fleur's long monologue about the wedding.

　　 "Great, I'm about to tell you about the safety measures along the way to Hogwarts.

　　 We borrowed a car from the Ministry of Magic, and there will be an Auror waiting at the station—"

　　 "Is Tonks there too?"

　　 Harry handed over his Quidditch robe and asked.

　　 "No, probably not, I heard from Arthur, she should have been arranged elsewhere."

　　 "That Tonks, she's becoming raunchy now."

　　Furong said thoughtfully, and took a picture of her beautiful face at the back of a teaspoon: "It’s a big mistake to ask me to say--"

　　 "Yes, thank you very much."

　　 Mrs. Weasley said sharply, interrupting Fleur again, "You'd better hurry up and keep going, Harry.

　　 If possible, I hope you will pack the box tonight so that you don’t get messed up when you leave as usual. "

　　 Indeed, the next morning they set off much smoother than usual.

　　 When the Ministry of Magic's car drove to the front of the Burrow, they were already waiting there: the boxes were packed,

　　Hermione’s cat, Crookshanks, stayed steadily in its travel basket.

　　 Hedwig, Ron’s Owl Piglet, and Ginny’s newly bought purple pygmy Pu Ah Nun were all locked in a cage.

　　 "Goodbye, Ali."

　　 Furong said in a hoarse guttural voice, and kissed Harry.

　　 Ron hurried forward with a look of expectation, but Ginny stretched out a foot and tripped Ron, causing him to fall on the dirt at Furong's feet.

　　 His face flushed with anger, and his body was covered with dust. Without saying "goodbye", he hurried into the car.

　　 It was not the happy Hagrid who was waiting for them at King's Cross Station.

　　As soon as the car stopped, two bearded Aurors in black Muggle suits and stern faces came forward, silently covering them from left and right into the station.

　　 "Quickly, quickly, quickly go through the retaining wall,"

　　 Mrs. Weasley said that this heavily guarded posture seemed to make her a little nervous and flustered.

　　 "It's better to let Harry go first, and—"

　　 She looked at an Auror inquisitively, and the man nodded slightly, grabbed Harry by the arm, and led him towards the retaining wall between the ninth and tenth platforms.

　　 "I can go by myself, thank you."

　　 Harry said angrily, freeing his arm from the Auror.

　　 He pushed the trolley towards the solid retaining wall, ignoring the silent **** of the Auror.

　　 One second later, he found himself standing on platform nine and three-quarters. On the side of the crowd, the bright red Hogwarts Express train was spraying steam.

　　 A few seconds later, Hermione and the Weasleys also came over.

　　 Without asking the gloomy Auror's opinion, Harry motioned Ron and Hermione to walk along the platform with him, looking for the empty carriage with no one.

　　 "We can't go together, Harry,"

　　 Hermione said apologetically, "Ron and I are going to the prefect car first, and then we have to take a tour in the corridor."

　　 "Oh, yes, I forgot."

　　 "You better get in the car as soon as possible, only a few minutes are left."

　　 Mrs. Weasley looked at her watch and said.

　　 "Well, I wish you a happy semester, Ron..."

　　 "Mr. Weasley, may I have a word with you?"

　　 Harry made a decision on impulse.

"no problem."

　　 Mr. Weasley said that he looked a little surprised, but followed Harry to a place where no one else could hear them.

　　 After much consideration, Harry came to the conclusion that if he wanted to tell someone, Mr. Weasley was the most suitable person.

　　 First of all, he works in the Ministry of Magic, which is the most conducive position for investigating; second, Harry thinks it is unlikely that Mr. Weasley will become angry all of a sudden.

　　 When the two of them walked to one side, he saw Mrs. Weasley and the gloomy Auror cast suspicious glances at them.

　　 "When we were in Diagon Alley—"

　　 Harry started, but Mr. Weasley changed his face and stopped him.

　　 "I was trying to figure out where you went with Ron and Hermione! You also pretended to be in the cabin behind Fred and George's shop."

　　 "How are you—"

　　 "Harry, don't go around with me. Do you know who you are talking to? I brought up Fred and George."

　　 "Um... Yeah, yes, we are not in the back cabin."

　　 "Very good, then, let's hear the worst."

　　 "That's it, we followed Draco-put on my invisibility cloak."

　　 "Do you have any special reasons for doing this? Or is it a whim?"

　　 "Because I think Malfoy is engaged in a conspiracy."

　　 Harry ignored the ridiculous look on Mr. Weasley’s face, and then said, "He dumped his mother. I want to figure out why."

　　 "You are right."

　　 Mr. Weasley said in an accommodating tone,

　　 "Did you figure out the reason later?"

　　 "He entered the blogging shop,"

　　 Harry said, "Started viciously ordering the guy in the shop-Borkin to help him fix something.

　　 Then, he also said that he hoped that Bojin would keep another thing for him.

　　Listen to what he meant, this is the same thing that needs to be repaired, it seems to be a pair, and then..."

　　 Harry took a deep breath.

　　 "There is something else. When Mrs. Morkin tried to touch Malfoy's left arm, he suddenly jumped eight feet away.

　　 I think he should be branded with the Dark Mark.

　　 I think he replaced his father as a Death Eater. "

　　 Mr. Weasley seemed taken aback.

　　He paused, and said, "Harry, I don't believe the mysterious man will let a sixteen-year-old—"

　　 "Who really knows what a mysterious person will do and what he won't do?"

　　 Harry asked angrily, "Mr. Weasley, forgive my presumption, but isn't this matter worth investigating?

　　 If Malfoy has something to fix and he needs to threaten Borgin to fix it for him, it is probably related to dark magic and dangerous, right? "

　　 "To be honest, I'm not sure, Harry,"

　　 Mr. Weasley said slowly, "You know, after Lucius Malfoy was arrested, we searched his home and stolen everything that might be dangerous."

　　 "You probably missed something."

　　 "Yes, maybe."

　　 Mr. Weasley said ~lightnovelpub.net~ but Harry could feel that Mr. Weasley was perfunctory.

　　 There was a whistle behind him, and almost everyone got on the train, and the door was closing.

　　 "You have to hurry up."

　　 Mr. Weasley said, when Mrs. Weasley shouted: "Harry, hurry up!"

　　 Harry rushed over quickly, and Mrs. Weasley helped him put the box on the train.

　　 "Well, dear, you come to spend Christmas with us. This has already been discussed with Dumbledore, so we will meet again soon."

　　 Mrs. Weasley said through the car window, when Harry closed the car door heavily: "You must take care of yourself—"

　　 She chased the train for a trot, then turned around and the train made a turn, and she couldn't see it anymore.

　　 Mr. Weasley came from behind, and stood beside his wife, his face heavy.

　　 "He probably guessed it."

　　 "No matter if you guessed it, there is a psychological preparation that will not be too sudden."

　　 "I think you think a little bit better, he shouldn't..."

　　 "Who knows, go back and talk to Jon."

"Ok."

　　

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