Popular Web NovelsChapter 598 AppearanceChapter 598 Appearance
In the late winter, when the sky was dimly lit, a group of people sat at the dining table in the basement kitchen of the old Blake house, spreading jam on sliced oatmeal bread and drinking hot milk. Put it into the stomach and wake up the body that has been a little stiff after sleeping all night.
A wedding banquet almost depleted the stored ingredients, and the remaining ingredients were of various types but insufficient in quantity. Under Sirius's persuasion, Molly simply temporarily abandoned the Weasley family's traditional virtues of thrift and thrift, and instead All the ingredients were used for this breakfast, including toast, bread and croissants made with vegetable and fruit juices and noodles, thick slices of bacon, fried sausages piled on the plate, and pies made with various meat fillings. , which resulted in the sumptuous breakfast being no less than yesterday's wedding banquet.
The newlyweds Blake and his wife were sitting next to each other. Metal tableware and ceramic vessels collided with each other from time to time, and crisp jingling sounds sounded. The two subconsciously raised their heads and looked at each other, with the same smile in their eyes. meaning.
A faint voice echoed nearby: "Mom, pass me the honey."
"..."
"Mom, pass me the honey."
"..."
With a stepfather, there is a stepmother.
After all, I paid by mistake.
Marjorie had no expression on her face, sighed in her heart, stood up silently, made a big circle to Betty, and picked up the jar of honey that was out of reach.
Betty then noticed that a figure suddenly appeared beside her. She looked away as if frightened and looked at her daughter and explained: "Oh, I'm sorry Marjorie, the party ended too late last night. I I didn't sleep well..."
"It's okay."
"Would you like to try other jams, how about marmalade, applesauce, strawberries..."
"It's okay."
"..."
The conscience of the newlywed wife Betty was tortured. She complained to her husband with her eyes and lowered her head to eat in shame.
Sirius couldn't help but smile. When he picked up the fork, he caught a glimpse of the little wizard with black hair and black eyes not far away. Before he noticed it, he looked away and looked down at the fried sausages with glistening grease flowing out. His expression was thoughtful.
Taking a multi-layered pancake and putting it into his mouth, Loren's eyes lit up with the crispy crunch.
I don't know how Mrs. Weasley made it. The fillings in the middle of each layer are different, vanilla, chocolate, lemon... the taste is complex but the main tone is very harmonious, and the texture is crispy but not Greasy and amazing.
He handed the other half to Hermione: "This is delicious, try it."
"Crunch..." Hermione ate the pancake, "The wedding is over, let's go home as soon as possible. "
"Won't you go back to school with them?"
"You can spend a few more days with your parents and Grandpa Bates when you go home, and..."
"And What?"
"We continue to stay here. Betty and Sirius are a little uncomfortable."
"Uh..."
Loren knew why this was, but he didn't expect Know-it-all, who was always stupid and incomprehensible to the world. The lady actually saw it too.
Professor Granger is a bit smart.
Hermione put the last piece of shortbread into her mouth, licking the crumbs from the corner of her mouth with her tongue, her red lips reflecting slightly: "I know you are afraid of this kind of trouble, I will go and talk to them later. Say goodbye. How about you go say goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, have breakfast and rest for a while before we leave?"
"It's up to you." Loren raised his head and took a sip of milk. The warm liquid flowed down his esophagus and into his chest, feeling warm.
"...Celebrating Christmas, many officials from the Ministry of Magic and pure-blood families attended the dinner at Malfoy Manor..."
Arthur read out the front page of the latest morning newspaper and dismissed it with disdain He curled his lips and said, "Who in the wizarding world doesn't know that Fudge is here for the Malfoy family's golden galleons."
Percy, who was craning his neck to read the newspaper next to him, heard his father's complaints and looked helpless: "Dad, compared to This irrelevant title, this photo reveals more."
"Huh?"
Arthur looked closer at the group photo of the guests. Standing in the middle were Ministers of Magic Cornelius Fudge and Lucius Malfoy. Standing on both sides were Assistant Minister Bertha Jorkins and Legal Enforcement. Piers Thicknesse, Director of the Department, Rufus Scrimgeour, Director of the Auror Office, and Amelia Bones, who succeeded Crouch as Director of the Department of International Affairs and Cooperation...
Many officials gave him gentle smiles, but that girl Bertha smiled a little silly.
Arthur didn't see anything and was confused: "They are all directors of various departments. Is there any problem?"
"..."
No wonder My father could only stay in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office.
Percy sighed silently in his heart: "Mr. Thicknesse is closer to Minister Fudge, while Mr. Scrimgeour is a little distant. If nothing else happens, Mr. Thicknessy should take over the position of Senior Deputy Minister."
"Ah?"
"Ah!"
The two exclamations were made by Arthur. The first one was confusion, and the second one was surprise. He was able to open the research car. He was not a fool as an engine, but he scratched his head and couldn't imagine that a photo would be implicated in a change of official position, and he felt a little complicated for a while.
"..."
Percy shook his head and spread honey on a piece of bread, thinking quietly.
Although Scrimgeour is not a member of the Order of the Phoenix, he once expressed his attitude that the Ministry of Magic should not ignore Dumbledore's warning... After all, there is already Mr. Kingsley Shacklebolt in the Auror Office. And Tonks, it would be more beneficial for them if the Head of the Auror Office became Senior Under-Secretary.
Inexplicably, Percy was attracted by the smiling blonde woman in the photo.
"Dad, I remember your rotational leave ends today, right?"
"Oh, yes." Arthur sighed and began to mutter, "You also know , my department is short of manpower, but it cannot be left unattended. The Christmas holiday is a time when cases are most frequent..."
"I'll go back to the ministry with you."
"Oh, you should accompany your mother to go shopping. There is almost no food at home!"
"There are Bill and Charlie at home. Well, listen to me, Mr. Scrimgeour will be on duty at the Ministry..."
"..."
On the other side of the dining table, the young wizards had their mouths full of oil, Extremely satisfied.
"Beef pie, oh, why is it beef pie again? Mom, don't you know I don't like beef pie?" Ron muttered with a resentful expression. There were two split pies on the plate in front of him. , the meat filling inside is thick and shiny, exuding a rich and attractive meat aroma. Molly handed a jar of applesauce to brothers Bill and Charlie, who were working on communication. Without raising her head, her voice revealed the majesty of Weasley as the master of the house: "If you don't eat those two pies for breakfast, They will become your dinner."
Ron looked at the pie in front of him, hesitated, and whispered, "What if you don't eat it either?"< br>
"Then I will make you into the meat of the pie!"
Ron: "..."
Next to him, Harry lowered his head silently, put the remaining loaf of bread on the plate into his mouth, took a sip of milk, and then turned to look at Lupine, who had been silent at the end of the table:
"Professor Lupin, There is something...I don't know whether I should say it..."
Lupine put down the tableware in his hand and smiled gently: "Harry, you can say whatever you want here."
"I had a dream last night, but I can't remember the specific content. Ron said that I read the names of several people in the dream, and they were the criminals who escaped from Azkaban last time."< br>
"Those Death Eaters..." Lupine's smile gradually faded, and his gaze lingered on the scar on his forehead, "Based on your feelings, Harry, is this an ordinary dream, or did you experience the mysterious dream? What about information obtained from people's contacts? "
"I...I don't know." Harry's answer was full of hesitation, which in itself was an affirmation.
Lupine thought for a moment: "Don't worry, Harry, at least we can be sure that you are safe now... As for the strange dream last night, I will contact Dumbledore later to hear what he said Said. "
"I know."
After breakfast time, Arthur and Percy hurried back to the Ministry of Magic to go to work. After finishing the kitchen, Molly grabbed the two sons and prepared them. purchase.
Seeing Hermione give him a reassuring look and then walk towards Betty and Sirius, Loren also stood up and came to the mother and son who were about to go out: "Mrs. Weasley, the wedding is over, I think It's time for Hermione and I to say goodbye."
"This..."
Bill and Charlie looked at their mother, but before Molly could answer, Lupine's gentle voice suddenly came from the corner: "Can you stay a little longer, at least with us? Let's have lunch together."
Facing Loren's doubtful eyes, Lupine said calmly: "Harry had that weird dream again. I plan to go back to Hogwarts and ask Dumbledore in person. , only Sirius and the children are left in the old house. I am a little worried. Please look after them for me."
"..."
Loren looked at Lu deeply. A glance at Professor Ping revealed that this professor was a down-and-out werewolf once upon a time, but now he has grown into a qualified leader.
"Is that okay, Loren?"
Loren was silent for a moment and nodded slightly.
A pleasant smile appeared on Molly's face, and she reached out and patted Loren on the shoulder: "Just stay at home and have fun, and wait for me to come back and prepare delicious food for you!"
< br>"..."
The green light in the fireplace flickered several times. Some people went out to purchase, and some people went out to deliver news. The spacious old house became quiet, with only a group of minors and the Black couple remaining. There are several seats at the kitchen table.
George and Fred began to chirp and complain about their mother not taking them out for shopping. Harry and Ginny began to teach Marjorie how to play wizard chess, and strictly refused Ron's participation and were forbidden to speak while watching.
Loren watched with interest as Marjorie tamed the chess pieces that rejected Muggles, while Hermione held a copy of "A Textual Research on the History of Medieval Magic" with a clear sound of turning pages.
Betty and Sirius looked at each other, mustering up the courage to speak. When they were about to speak, the flames in the fireplace suddenly surged, and several flames licked the marble.
Everyone turned their attention to the fire and found a strange and terrifying head standing upright in the flames, with scars on the face like daggers and axes, and a bulging eyeball spinning around. It's Mad Eye Moody.
Sirius reacted immediately and hurriedly got up and squatted in front of the fireplace: "Mad-Eye, what happened?"
"Death Eaters appeared in Knockturn Alley!"
"Do you need me to go for reinforcements?" Sirius asked quickly.
"Don't do anything stupid! I suspect they did it on purpose, to attract the attention of the Aurors. The real intention lies elsewhere, so listen up-"
Moody The rough voice stirred the flames in the fireplace and he stared at Sirius. The roving magic eye caught a glimpse of Loren next to him, and his solemn expression relaxed slightly, "You must keep a close eye on Harry." , to ensure his safety, understand?"
"I know!" Sirius said seriously.
"Always be vigilant!"
Moody roared, and the head rolled twice in the flames of the fireplace, splashing with swirling sparks, and suddenly disappeared in the bright firelight.
Mad-Eye's rude roar made the group of people's heads buzz, and they no longer had the intention to play chess or read. They brought the stools over and sat in front of the fireplace, eagerly waiting for new news to come from the fireplace.
Listening to Marjorie whispering about the Death Eaters, Betty looked at her husband and asked in a low voice: "Are you okay?"
Sirius shook his head and held her tightly. hand.
"What's the purpose of their sudden appearance?" Hermione murmured to herself.
Loren sat on a chair, tapping his index finger lightly. He was also thinking about the real intentions of the Death Eaters and Voldemort - Judging from the current situation, there are two main reasons for Voldemort's long-term lurking. The reason is that he has not solved the secret of the prophecy and is worried that Harry will bring about unexpected changes and repeat the mistakes he made fifteen years ago. The second reason is that he is not sure of defeating Dumbledore and is worried that he will be directly defeated and turned into a ghost.
So why do Death Eaters appear in public?
The Elder Wand?
Prophecy ball?
Or...Harry Potter.
Harry and Ron sat in front of the fireplace, staring at the flickering flames and frowning, recalling the names of the Death Eaters and wondering if there was any connection between the two.
The orange flame swayed gently, causing his condensed vision to gradually lose focus. The warm firelight penetrated his body. He clearly felt that the tight muscles gradually relaxed, and the blood flowed to the intestines and stomach to aid digestion...
A wave of tiredness flooded into his mind, and Harry leaned back on the chair unconsciously, his pupils slowly dilated, and his eyelids blinked, then blinked, until they slowly closed.
Harry dreamed that he was back on the dance floor at the wedding. Ginny was holding his waist and swaying lightly, saying that their future wedding would be different and would be held on the Quidditch pitch... ...Harry agreed very much and wanted to nod.
Ginny suddenly turned into a disgusting Umbridge. She grinned kindly and said in a sweet and harsh voice: "You are going to be in solitary confinement! All the solitary confinement!"
Harry rose for no reason. With a burst of anger, he returned to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom in an instant and shouted loudly in front of the whole class. Umbridge was the one who should be imprisoned. No, she should be imprisoned in Azkaban... …
Weird dreams appeared one after another. After countless weird dreams ended, the dreams began to change.
He walked into the metal fence and saw some strange, vivid colors, walking through a long corridor...
Two people were approaching, a middle-aged man and a young man , they all have red hair!
(End of this chapter)
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