Voldemort's resurrection, Voldemort summoned the old ministry, and Voldemort cleaned up the traitors, which did not affect the Weasley family sleeping soundly in bed. Harry was lucky. When Voldemort used the Dark Mark to summon the Death Eaters, he hadn't gone to bed, or he would wake up painfully again.

The next day, perhaps because they were too exhausted, everyone slept until it was mid-morning before waking up. After waking up, everyone hurriedly finished washing, had a simple breakfast, and was ready to go home.

"Take this." George put the clover hat on Tom's head, and pushed him a scarf.

"You'd better put on a disguise, you are top class now," Mr. Weasley said with a smile, "Now you can make a big splash in front of wizards all over the world, and there are probably not many people in the world who don't know Your name is now."

Tom thought about it carefully, and it seemed to be true. If he is blocked by wizards who come to watch, who knows when he will be able to go home. So he could only accept this attire, mix in the Weasley family's team, and try to keep a low profile.

It was a mess outside. After all, there were 100,000 wizards going home, which was a huge test for the Ministry of Magic's capacity. A large number of wizards gathered outside each portkey point, forming a long queue. In the dense forest in the distance, a wizard chose to Apparate every few seconds.

"After the game last night, it should be the best time to leave, but few people are willing. After all, the celebration after the game is also part of the game!" Mr. Weasley joined the long queue while chatting with the children. in the team.

While queuing, Tom heard the wizards queuing talking about the parade and the final fire last night.

"It is said that the spell instantly reduced dozens of wizards to ashes—"

"A truly devastating force, I swear, the last fire tornado was no more than fifty feet away from me."

"This is exactly the same as the legendary Grindelwald who set fire to Paris. I'm sure that wizard is a descendant of Grindelwald!"

Tom: ...

It's a wonderful feeling to hear others talk about me like this, and the contrast between my image in rumors and my actual image is also very interesting.

At last they were handed a portkey at eleven o'clock in the morning, and arrived at the Burrow before lunch. Along the way, everyone talked about whatever topics came up, and their voices became hoarse. At the end of the country road is The Burrow. Mrs Weasley was waiting for them in the front yard of the Burrow.

"Thank goodness!" Mrs. Weasley ran towards them as soon as she saw them. As he got closer, Tom noticed that Mrs. Weasley was looking terrible, and she was holding a copy of the Daily Prophet in her hand.

"You guys are back! Great, really great! I'm so worried..." She put her arms around Mr. Weasley's neck, and hugged him excitedly, "Daily Prophet" from her Hands slipped.

Tom picked up the newspaper and saw the headline on it read: [The Quidditch World Cup stadium turned into a sea of ​​flames], with a picture of the sky illuminated red by the flames.

"The title party belongs to it..." Tom wanted to complain about the title chosen by the editor. At first glance, this title thought someone had burned the entire arena! In fact he only burned a camp and a half and part of a swamp.

Mrs. Weasley, still in shock, hugged her children one by one, especially Fred and George. She threw her arms around them both, almost suffocating them.

"Ah... ah... let go, I can't breathe anymore..." The mother's arms strangled the two of them so that they rolled their eyes.

Tom was reading the Daily Prophet while Mrs. Weasley and her children played "Aftermath".

[The black wizard paraded after the game, and there was a fierce confrontation with the Ministry of Magic, and the fire stretched for miles...The black wizard is at large, and no suspects have been arrested so far...We should reflect...]

The funeral ceremony pursued by the Ministry of Magic did not succeed. The author of the article, Rita Skeeter, cursed unceremoniously, which made the Ministry of Magic very embarrassed.

Tom browsed through it briefly, and found that there were many discrepancies in the news and the facts—this is normal, now that rumors are flying all over the sky, and with Rita Skeeter's character, it is not surprising to write anything. However, at the end of the article, I still mentioned my name.

[The wizards who had taken refuge panicked and hid in the woods beside the arena in a panic, waiting for the powerful action of the Ministry of Magic. Regrettably, they were disappointed. They did not wait for the news that the Ministry of Magic had successfully suppressed the parade, but instead waited for a fire that almost burned everything—a wizard who did not want to be named said that he lost A luxury tent with twelve rooms.

The fire was finally extinguished by sudden rain, and the dark wizard had fled with the Ministry of Magic officials. Ironically, according to reliable informants, the fire was neither set by officials of the Ministry of Magic nor caused by a dark wizard who lit the tent, but was released by a wizard named Tom Yodel (transliteration). The motive of this person is unknown for the time being, and his whereabouts were lost afterwards, and his identity is yet to be verified.

This newspaper will continue to follow up and report on this incident]

Percy stretched his head and read the news together. For him, just seeing the name Rita Skeeter was enough to turn him off from the article, and the content of the story confirmed his instincts.

He said angrily: "What do you mean by running away with the black wizard?! We obviously saved the Roberts family, but in the mouth of this crazy woman, it seems like we are collaborating with the black wizard!"

Percy shook his fist, "This woman is against the Ministry of Magic!"

Percy hated Rita Skeeter. The reason is also very simple. The standardization report on the thickness of the crucible that he had invested a lot of energy in before was described as worthless by Rita, which made Percy very angry.

"Well, we all know what kind of woman Rita Skeeter is." Mr. Weasley interrupted Percy's complaint, took the newspaper from Tom, and read it.

After watching it for a while, Mr. Weasley frowned, "Tom, Rita's description of you is very unkind...She used a lot of controversial words and made very bad hints..."

Mrs. Weasley choked on the side.

Her eyes widened in shock: "Tom Yodel in the newspaper, is that you?!"

She looked like she had seen a ghost.

"Well, that's right, I wanted to stop them, but the commotion became a bit louder." Tom tried his best to describe what he had done, but seeing Mrs. Weasley's expression, he felt that he still had to She was startled.

"I can't help it. These Death Eaters are too much. I think any wizard who is capable and still has justice in his heart will take action—Mr. Weasley also fought them."

Mr. Weasley next to him quickly added: "I only brought the three of Bill and the others—Tom came here by himself!"

Mrs. Weasley ignored her husband's excuses and rushed over to give Tom a firm hug.

Mr. Weasley threw the newspaper aside and said with some annoyance: "I need to go back to the ministry. I can't let that woman write such nonsense anymore. We need to rectify Tom's name, the sooner the better."

He unloaded his backpack on the ground, shook his head, "Molly, I have to go back to the ministry first."

"I'll go back with you, Mr. Crouch definitely needs my help." Percy said proudly.

Mrs. Weasley sighed sadly. She knew she couldn't stop her husband, so she could only quickly prepare lunch boxes for Mr. Weasley and Percy, so that they could fill their stomachs when they were hungry.

"It's not necessary," Tom stood up and stopped Mr. Weasley who was about to go out. "This matter is not urgent. Minister Burns will not let the "Daily Prophet" talk nonsense, and the Ministry of Magic will Need to justify myself by honoring me. I believe Minister Burns is on the case, trust her."

Tom understood that Burns' statement that night had bound him to the Ministry of Magic. Seeing that Rita had maliciously speculated about him, Burns was probably even more anxious than himself.

"Let's eat first." Tom pointed to the stove in the kitchen. There were several large pots on it, steaming from them.

Mr. Weasley weighed things up and down for a while, and finally dismissed the idea of ​​going to the Ministry of Magic.

It was a decision that everyone was happy with, and Mrs. Weasley immediately broke into a smile, and trotted all the way to pack her lunch. Percy's face changed for a while, and finally he gave up the idea of ​​working overtime, and honestly accompanied his family to eat.

The food was very sumptuous, and Mrs. Weasley's performance was as stable as ever, but a few people at the dinner table were obviously absent-minded. Harry looked preoccupied, and glanced at Tom with every mouthful of food. Looks like he has something to say to Tom. Hermione's appetite was also weak, and the fork kept poking at the potatoes, almost mashing them into mashed potatoes. Even Fred and George, who were always cheerful, looked sad—they were obviously fine when they walked in.

In the end, Harry managed to finish the whole plate. He put the knife and fork on the plate, and pushed the plate aside to show that he was full.

"No more food? Honey." Mrs. Weasley cast a concerned look.

"No, I'm a little sleepy—Tom, I seem to have messed up your luggage, can you go up and pack it with me?" Harry blinked, hoping that Tom would understand what he meant.

"Of course." Tom replied without hesitation.

"good."

"I'll go too." Ron swallowed the food in his mouth in a panic, and stood up with the two of them.

"Take me." Hermione immediately put down the knife and fork in her hand, ready to follow.

"Your things got mixed in too?" Ron was confused.

People around looked at Tom strangely.

"Ah, uh, my notes and books were borrowed by Tom—don't worry about those, let's go!" Hermione casually made up a very unconvincing excuse, and pushed the three of them out of the kitchen.

Leaving the others staring at each other in the room.

"We're full too." Fred and George looked at each other and left the kitchen quickly. All of a sudden, the crowded kitchen suddenly became empty.

After entering the top floor room, Harry closed the door behind his backhand.

"I have something to tell you." Harry shared his nightmare with the three of Tom.

After hearing this, Hermione took a breath, listed a lot of reference books for Harry, and gave a lot of names. Ron, on the other hand, was stunned and couldn't speak clearly.

The reaction of the two was exactly as Harry had expected, and he hadn't pinned his hopes on Hermione and Ron. He wanted to hear what Tom had to say.

Tom looked calm.

"Tom, what do you think?" Harry asked Tom impatiently.

What do I think? I can only say that I understand everything, and I can’t explain it to you if I don’t understand it. Tom can’t tell Harry directly: Ah, you are Voldemort’s Horcrux, so you and Voldemort can share perspectives under special conditions—this way Maybe it would break Harry's mind.

So Dumbledore's thinking is still right, everything should be done step by step. When it comes to manipulating people's hearts, Tom thinks Dumbledore is the master in this area.

"Does Professor Dumbledore know about this?" He decided to kick the ball at Dumbledore's feet.

Harry paused, "Well, he knew but—"

"That's it!" Tom slapped his thigh, "Professor Dumbledore has his own arrangements, we don't have to worry about it."

Harry: ...

Ron also chimed in: "Tom is right, since Dumbledore already knows, then nothing will happen!"

Wizards born in the Order of the Phoenix and their descendants trust Dumbledore almost blindly.

Tom carried Dumbledore out, and Harry, having nothing to say, got out of the way and watched Tom and Hermione exit the bedroom.

"Tom, there's something I want to tell you." Hermione fell a little behind Tom, having had a nagging thought in her mind since the start of the World Cup final.

The only one to whom this thought could be told was Tom.

But at this moment, Tom heard the voices of Fred and George.

"Tom, we have something to talk to you." Then Fred's head appeared at the corner of the stairs~lightnovelpub.net~ After seeing Hermione, he froze in embarrassment, "Uh, am I here?" Isn't it time?"

Before Tom could speak, Hermione spoke.

"It's okay, let's talk first." She pushed Tom away and ran downstairs.

"So what happened, you just made me feel like Dumbledore." Tom looked at Fred and George helplessly, wondering why they were here.

"You should know about the bet we made with Bagman, right?" Fred said in a low voice, "We should get a lot of gold, but that fool paid us leprechaun's gold coins! "

George answered on the sidelines, "So the gold disappeared. I don't think the chances of getting the money back are high, so you can talk about your business plan in detail."

George spread his hands, looking hopeless.

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