The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

Voldemort was resurrected, Voldemort summoned his old troops, and Voldemort purged the traitors, but it 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 had not yet gone to bed, otherwise he would be woken up by pain again.

The next day, perhaps because they were too tired, everyone slept until three o'clock in the morning before waking up. After waking up, everyone hurriedly finished washing up, had a simple breakfast and prepared to go home.

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

"You'd better put on a disguise, you are the best now," Mr. Weasley said with a smile, "Now you have made a big splash in front of wizards all over the world. There are probably not many people in the world who don't know this." You are famous."

Tom thought about it carefully, and it seemed that this was really the case. 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 look and blend in with the Weasley family, trying to keep a low profile.

It's a mess outside. After all, there are 100,000 wizards going home, which poses a huge test to the Ministry of Magic's ability. A large number of wizards gathered outside each door key point, and the queue formed 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 not many 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 waiting in line, Tom heard the wizards in the queue talking about the parade and the final fire last night.

"It is said that the curse instantly turned dozens of wizards into ashes——"

"The true power of destroying heaven and earth. I swear, the last fire tornado was not more than fifty feet away from me."

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

Tom:…

It's quite amazing to hear other people talk about you like this, and the contrast between your rumored image and your actual image is also very interesting.

Finally, everyone finally received a door key at eleven o'clock in the morning and arrived at the Burrow before lunch. Along the way, everyone talked about any topic they caught, and their voices became hoarse. At the end of a country road is the Burrow. Mrs. Weasley was waiting for them in the front yard of the Burrow.

"Thank God!" Mrs. Weasley ran towards them immediately after seeing them. As he got closer, Tom noticed that Mrs. Weasley looked terrible and was holding a copy of the Daily Prophet in her hand.

"You're back! It's great, it's really great! I was so worried..." She threw her arms around Mr. Weasley's neck and hugged him excitedly. "Daily Prophet" It slipped from her hand.

Tom picked up the newspaper and saw the title above: [Quidditch World Cup Stadium turned into a sea of ​​​​fire], and the picture was of a sky illuminated red by the fire.

"It's a ridiculous title..." Tom wanted to complain about the title chosen by the editor. At first glance, he thought someone had burned down the entire venue! In fact, he only burned half of the camp and part of the swamp.

Mrs. Weasley looked shaken, hugging her children one by one, especially Fred and George. She hugged them both and held them until they were almost suffocated.

"Ah... ah... let go, I can't breathe anymore..." The mother's arms were so tight that they both rolled their eyes.

While Mrs. Weasley and her children were performing "The Aftermath", Tom was reading what was written in the Daily Prophet.

[The dark wizards paraded after the game, had a fierce confrontation with the Ministry of Magic, and the fire spread for miles... The dark wizards are at large, and no suspects have been arrested so far... We should reflect...]

The Ministry of Magic's pursuit of a funeral was unsuccessful, and the author of the article, Rita Skeeter, unceremoniously cursed, making the Ministry very embarrassed.

Tom browsed through it briefly and found that there were many discrepancies with the facts in the news - this was normal. Rumors were flying everywhere now, and with Rita Skeeter's character, it was not surprising what she wrote. However, at the end of the article, his name was still mentioned.

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

The fire was eventually 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 Ministry of Magic officials nor caused by dark wizards setting the tent on fire, but by a wizard named Tom Yoder (transliteration). The motive of this person is unknown for the time being, and his whereabouts were lost afterwards, and his identity needs 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 to the article, and the report confirmed his hunch.

He said angrily: "What do you mean by escaping with the dark wizard?! We obviously saved the Roberts family, but in the mouth of this crazy woman, it seems that we are in cahoots with the dark wizard!"

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

Percy hated Rita Skeeter with a passion. The reason is also very simple. The crucible thickness standardization report that he had put a lot of effort into before was described by Rita as worthless, which made Percy very angry.

"Okay, 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 looking at it for a while, Mr. Weasley frowned, "Tom, Rita's description of you was very unkind... She used a lot of controversial words and made very bad implications..."

Mrs. Weasley next to her choked directly.

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

She looked like she had seen a ghost.

"Well, that's right. I originally wanted to stop them, but the commotion turned out to be a bit louder." Tom tried his best to keep what he had done as small as possible, but seeing Mrs. Weasley's expression, he felt that he should still She was frightened.

"I can't help it. These Death Eaters are really too much. I think any wizard who has the ability and still has justice in his heart will take action - Mr. Weasley is also fighting against them."

Mr. Weasley, who was next to him, quickly added: "I only brought Bill and the other three - Tom came here by himself!"

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

Mr. Weasley threw the newspaper aside and said angrily: "I need to go back to the Ministry. We can't let that woman continue to write nonsense like this. We need to clear Tom's name, and the sooner the better."

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

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

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

"It's not necessary." At this time, Tom stood up and stopped Mr. Weasley who was about to go out. "This matter is not urgent. Minister Bones will not let the nonsense of the Daily Prophet be ignored, and neither will the Ministry of Magic." I need to be honored by honoring myself. I believe Secretary Bones is already dealing with this, give her credit."

Tom understood that Bones's statement that night bound him to the Ministry of Magic. Seeing that he was being maliciously speculated by Rita, Bones was probably more anxious than he was.

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

Mr. Weasley weighed the matter for a while and finally gave up the idea of ​​going to the Ministry of Magic.

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

The meal was sumptuous, and Mrs. Weasley's performance was as stable as ever, but a few people at the table were obviously distracted. Harry looked preoccupied and glanced at Tom every time he chewed a bite. It looked like he had something to say to Tom. Hermione also lost her appetite and kept poking the potatoes with her fork until she almost mashed them. Even Fred and George, who were always cheerful, looked sad--they were obviously fine when they came in.

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

"Wouldn't you like some more? My dear." Mrs. Weasley cast a concerned look.

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

"Of course." Tom replied without hesitation.

"good."

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

"Take me with you." Hermione immediately put down the knife and fork in her hand and prepared to follow.

"Did your stuff get mixed in?" Ron looked confused.

The people around him looked at Tom strangely.

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

The others were left looking at each other in the room.

"We're full too." Fred and George looked at each other and quickly left the kitchen. At this moment, the kitchen, which had been extremely crowded, suddenly became empty.

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

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

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

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

Tom looked calm.

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

What do I think? I can only say that you understand everything you know. If you don’t understand, I can’t explain it to you. Tom can’t directly say to Harry: Ah, you are Voldemort’s Horcrux, so you and Voldemort can share the perspective in a special state—— This might destroy Harry's mentality.

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

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

Harry paused, "Well, he knows 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 helped: "Tom is right, since Dumbledore already knows, then everything will be fine!"

The wizards and their descendants from the Order of the Phoenix almost blindly trusted Dumbledore.

Tom carried Dumbledore out, and Harry had nothing to say. He stepped out of the way and watched Tom and Hermione walk out of the bedroom.

"Tom, I have something to tell you." Hermione fell a little behind Tom. Since the start of the World Cup finals, she had an unpleasant thought in her mind.

The only person to whom this idea could be conveyed was Tom.

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

"Tom, we have something to tell you." Then Fred's head appeared at the corner of the stairs. When he saw Hermione, he froze in embarrassment, "Uh, did I come at the wrong time?"

Before Tom could say anything, Hermione spoke.

"It's okay, you guys talk first." She squeezed 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 the bet we made with Bagman, right?" Fred lowered his voice and said, "It stands to reason that we should get a large sum of gold, but what that fool paid us was the leprechaun's gold coins! "

George answered on the side, "So the gold disappeared. I think the probability of getting the money back is low, so you can talk about your business plan in detail."

George spread his hands, looking helpless.

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