The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

Voldemort was resurrected, Voldemort summoned the old team, and Voldemort cleaned up the traitors, which did not affect the Weiss Lai 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 have been woken up again by the pain.

The next day, perhaps because they were too tired, everyone slept until the third day before waking up. After waking up, everyone washed up in a hurry, had a simple breakfast and was ready to go home.

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

"You'd better disguise yourself, now you are top-notch," Mr. Wesley said with a smile, "now you can make a big splash in front of wizards all over the world, and there are probably few people in the world who don't know Your name is up."

Tom thought about it for a moment, and it seemed to be the case. If you are blocked by the wizards who come to watch, who knows when you will be able to go home. So he could only accept this dress, mix in Weslai's team, and try to keep a low profile.

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

"Last night after the game should be the best time to leave, but few people are willing to. After all, the celebration after the game is also part of the game!" in the team.

As he was in line, Tom heard the wizards in line talking about the parade and the final fire last night.

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

"The real power of destruction, I swear, that last fire tornado was no more than fifty feet away from me."

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

Tom:  …

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

In the end, everyone got a port key at 11am and arrived at the Burrow before lunch. Along the way, everyone talked about whatever topic they caught, and their voices were 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 God!" Mrs. Wesley ran towards them immediately after seeing them. Approaching, Tom noticed that Mrs. Weasley looked very bad and held a copy of the Daily Prophet in her hand.

Finally, the Grangers returned to their London home.

"You're back! It's great, it's great! I'm so worried..." She put her arms around Mr. Wesley's neck and hugged him excitedly, the Daily Prophet from Her hands slipped.

Tom picked up the newspaper and saw the headline on it that read: [The Quidditch World Cup Stadium Turned into a Sea of ​​Fire], and the accompanying picture was the sky reddened by the flames.

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

Mrs. Weasley, looking terrified, hugged her children one by one, especially Fred and George. She wrapped her arms around them, almost suffocating them.

"Ah... ah... let go, I can't breathe..." The mother's arms bent, causing the two of them to roll their eyes.

Tom was reading what was written in the Daily Prophet as Mrs Weasley and her children staged The Aftermath.

[Dark Wizards parade after the game, fierce confrontation with the Ministry of Magic, fire sponges extend for miles... Dark Wizards are at large, and no suspects have been arrested so far... We should reflect...]

The funeral that the Ministry of Magic pursued did not succeed, and the author of the article, Rita Skeeter, scolded the Ministry of Magic very unceremoniously.

Tom looked through it roughly and found that there were a lot of discrepancies in the news with the facts - which is normal, now that rumors are flying all over the sky, and Rita Skeeter's character, it is not surprising to write anything. However, at the end of the article, he still mentioned his name.

[The wizards who took refuge panicked and hid in the woods on the edge of the arena, waiting for the powerful action of the Ministry of Magic. Regrettably, they were disappointed. Instead of waiting for news that the Ministry of Magic had successfully suppressed the march, 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. Lost a luxury tent with twelve rooms.

The fire was finally extinguished by the sudden rain, by which time the Dark Wizard had fled with the Ministry of Magic officials. Ironically, according to reliable informants, the fire was not set by officials of the Ministry of Magic, nor was it caused by a dark wizard lighting a tent, but a wizard named Tom Yodel (transliteration). The motive of this person is unknown for the time being, and his whereabouts have been lost after the event, and his identity is yet to be verified.

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

Percy stuck his head out and read the news all at once. For him, the mere sight of Rita Skeeter's name was enough to turn him off the article, and the content of the report proved his intuition.

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 like we and the dark wizard are in trouble!"

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

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

"Well, we all know what a woman Rita Skeeter is." Mr. Wesley interrupted Percy's complaint, took the paper from Tom, and read it.

After watching for a while, Mr. Wesley frowned, "Tom, Rita was very unkind to your description... She used a lot of controversial words and made very bad hints..."

Mrs Wesley next to her choked.

She widened her eyes in shock: "Tom Yodell from 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 was a bit louder." Tom tried his best to tell Xiaoli what he was doing, but seeing Mrs. Weasley's expression, he felt that he should She was frightened.

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

Mr. Wesley next to him quickly added: "I only brought Bill and the three of them - Tom came with him!"

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

Mr. Wesley threw the newspaper aside and said angrily, "I need to go back to the department. I can't let that woman write like this anymore. We need to correct Tom's name, the sooner the better."

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

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

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

"It's unnecessary," Tom stood up at this time and stopped Mr. Wesley, who was about to go out, "it's not urgent, Minister Burns will not let the Daily Prophet talk nonsense, and the Ministry of Magic will also Need to make a name for myself by honoring me. I'm sure Secretary Burns is already working on this, trust her."

"I Have a Scroll of Ghosts and Gods"

Tom understood that Burns's statement that night bound him to the Ministry of Magic. Seeing that he was being speculated with malicious intent by Rita, Burns estimated that he was even more anxious than himself.

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

Mr Wesley weighed it for a while, and finally gave up the idea of ​​going to the Ministry of Magic.

It was a happy decision, and Mrs. Wesley's face immediately burst into a smile, trotting all the way to pack her lunch. Percy's face changed for a while, and finally gave up the idea of ​​working overtime, and honestly accompanied his family to dinner.

The food was plentiful, and Mrs. Wesley's performance was as steady as ever, but a few people at the dinner table were obviously absent-minded. Harry looked very preoccupied, and glanced at Tom every time he chewed. Looks like he has something to say to Tom. Hermione lost her appetite, and her fork kept poking at the potatoes, almost mashing them into mash. Even the always cheerful Fred and George had a frowning look - they were obviously fine when they entered the door.

Finally, Harry barely finished his plate. He put the knife and fork on the plate and pushed the plate to the side, indicating that he was full.

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

"No, I'm a little sleepy - Tom, I seem to have confused your luggage with yours, can you go up and pack with me?" Harry blinked, hoping Tom would understand.

"Of course," Tom replied without hesitation.

"it is good."

"I'll go too." Ron hurriedly swallowed the food in his mouth 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 stuff was mixed in too?" Ron looked bewildered.

The eyes of the people around him looking at Tom became strange.

"Ah, uh, my notes and books were borrowed by Tom - forget about that, let's go!" Hermione casually made an unconvincing excuse and pushed the three of them out of the kitchen.

Leaving the others in the room looking at each other.

"We're full, too." Fred and George looked at each other and quickly left the kitchen. This time, the crowded kitchen suddenly became empty.

After entering the room on the top floor, Harry backhanded the door behind him.

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

After listening, Hermione took a deep breath and listed a lot of reference books for Harry, and also gave a lot of names. Ron was stunned, unable to speak properly.

The two reacted exactly as Harry had expected, and he hadn't had hoped for Hermione and Ron at all. He wanted to hear more from Tom.

Tom looked calm.

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

What do I think? I can only say that I understand what I know, and I can’t explain it to you if I don’t understand, and Tom can’t directly say to Harry: Ah, you are Voldemort’s Horcrux, so you and Voldemort can share perspective under special conditions— If this is not good, Harry's mentality will collapse.

So it is still Dumbledore's way of thinking, and everything should be done step by step. When it comes to manipulating people, Tom thinks Dumbledore is the master of it.

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

Harry paused. "Well, he knows but—"

"Well then!" Tom slapped his thigh, "Professor Dumbledore has his own arrangements, we don't have to worry about it~www.wuxiamtl.com~Harry: ...

Ron also helped: "Tom is right, since Dumbledore already knows, it will be fine!"

Wizards from the Order of the Phoenix and their descendants have almost blind faith in Dumbledore.

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

"Tom, I want to tell you something." Hermione was a little behind Tom, and since the World Cup finals began, an unpleasant thought had been born in her heart.

The only person who can tell this idea is 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 on the corner of the stairs. After seeing Hermione, he froze in embarrassment. "Uh, did I come at the wrong time?"

Before Tom could speak, Hermione spoke.

"It's alright, let's talk first." She pushed Tom aside and ran downstairs.

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

"You should know about the bet we made with Bagman, right?" Fred said in a low voice, "It stands to reason that we should get a lot of gold, but that fool paid us Leprechaun gold coins! "

George answered from the side, "So the gold is gone. I don't think there's any chance of getting the money back, so you can talk about your business plan in detail."

George spread his hands, looking like he was unlovable.

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