"There's nothing in the papers now, nothing about the fighting that night," Bill said. "They're keeping quiet about it."
This evening, everyone came, and the kitchen was so crowded that it was difficult to use a knife and fork.
"The Ministry of Magic has concealed all the news?!" Hermione said in surprise, "Many Muggles saw the battle between Ivan, Sirius and the Death Eaters."
"There were probably hundreds of Muggles. The situation was urgent, and I had to quickly get rid of those Death Eaters, so I didn't care about anything else." Aiwen raised his head and asked while cutting the chicken on his plate, " So the Ministry of Magic sent someone to modify the memories of all the Muggles who were there?"
"I'm afraid not. It was a little late when the Ministry got the news, and there were so many Muggles who saw you fighting at that time, there were not so many people in the Ministry to deal with this matter." Mr. Weasley replied, "I heard , Scrimgeour went to the Muggle Prime Minister and asked the Muggle Aurors to help deal with this matter, but there was still news leaked out, but there was no news from the wizarding world. He sent everyone Go out, just to make sure of that."
"In fact, wizards don't even know as much as Muggles do these days. Funny, isn't it?"
"Haven't they held a hearing on the underage magic I used while escaping the Death Eaters?" Harry asked Mr. Weasley loudly across the table, and Mr. Weasley shook his head. He pressed on, "Did they know they had no choice, or did they not want me to tell everyone that Voldemort attacked me?"
"I think it's the latter. Scrimgeour doesn't want to admit that the mysterious man is so powerful, and he doesn't want to admit that Azkaban has been captured."
"Yeah, why bother telling the truth to the public?" said Harry sarcastically, clutching his knife tightly.
"Scrimgeour may already be powerless. He has no good way to deal with the current complicated situation." Sirius said objectively.
"Hmph, telling the public the truth is the best way."
"He didn't dare, because doing so would immediately cause chaos in the wizarding world, and the Ministry of Magic would lose all control." Ivan said that Scrimgeour now faces a choice similar to that of Fudge. Fudge dare not tell the public that Voldemort has returned from his resurrection. Scrimgeour dared not tell everyone that the Ministry of Magic was powerless and the war had already begun.
"Is there no one in the Ministry of Magic ready to resist him?" Ron asked.
"Of course, Ron, but people are very scared," Mr. Weasley replied. The next child was attacked! Horrible rumors are going around. For example, I don't believe that the Muggle Studies teacher at Hogwarts has resigned, she hasn't been seen for weeks, but I can't say it, even if It's no use talking about it, the Ministry doesn't care. Scrimgeour has shut himself up in his office all this time, and I honestly hope he's making plans."
No one spoke for a while, Mrs. Weasley magically put the empty plate on the operating table, and then brought out the apple pie
"By the way, we've got to decide what you'll look like, Harry!" said Fleur after everyone had shared their pies, and seeing Harry's bewildered look, she added, "At the wedding, of course, we There are no Death Eaters among the guests, but there's no guarantee they won't leak the news after drinking the champagne."
"What?"
"Ewen also needs makeup, you two can't be found now, let me think about how to dress you up"
"Yes, it makes sense, you all need to pretend." Before Ivan said that he didn't need it, he heard Mrs. Weasley sitting at the head of the table say that her glasses were on the tip of her nose, and she was browsing her jottings. A lot of work on a long piece of parchment, "I said, Ron, have you cleaned your house yet?"
"What?" Ron exclaimed, putting down the spoon heavily, and glaring at his mother angrily, "I don't understand why my house needs to be cleaned? Alvin, Harry and I are very comfortable in it!"
"In a few days, we will hold your brother's wedding here, young man"
"Did they get married in my bedroom?" Ron asked angrily, "No! Then look at that old Merlin."
"Don't talk like that to Mummy!" said Mr. Weasley firmly. "Do as she says."
Ron glared at his parents angrily, then picked up his spoon and slammed into the last bites of his apple pie with great force.
"Ivan and I can help, there are"
Before Harry finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mrs. Weasley, "No, Harry, my dear, I hope you can help Arthur clean the chicken coop; Ivan, can you go and see the warehouse, Arthur There are too many Muggle things in it; Hermione, Gabriel, please go and change the sheets for the Delacours, they will be here at eleven o'clock tomorrow morning; Ginny, Elaine, you two and I go to the kitchen and there's so much stuff to pack."
Under her arrangement, several people had to go to their respective places to pack things separately.
The warehouse was messy, with all kinds of sundries piled up on one side, and a suspicious gasoline smell filled the air.
After a while, Mr. Weasley sneaked in.
"Don't tell Molly, Alvin!" he said, "that is, um, Ted Tonks sent me most of the wreckage of Sirius' motorcycle, um, I hid it in, I was Here it goes, it's amazing: there's an exhaust pad, I believe that's what it's called, it's a powerful repeater, and it gave me a rare opportunity to figure out how the brakes work. Mollie isn't here, I mean I'm going to try to put it back together while I have time."
Ivan watched him skillfully remove the box, took out a lot of motorcycle parts from a broken sofa, and then excitedly tapped on it with his magic wand.
Considering that Mr. Weasley had modified cars before, a motorcycle shouldn't bother him.
After watching it for a while, Ai Wen felt that it was not interesting, so he went out first.
Harry wasn't at the chicken coop either, and he didn't see Mrs Weasley when he got home.
Ivan thought for a while, and walked to Ron's room. Just as the door opened on the second floor, Elaine came out from inside.
She seemed to be waiting here, and she had something to say to him.
Sure enough, she looked at Ivan with those wine red eyes, and said in an unquestionable tone, "I want to talk to you, come in!"