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They don't need to think so much, and their idea is very simple. As long as the Death Eaters suffer losses, they are happy. The greater the casualties, the more worthy of celebration.
Although they didn't know what happened in Godric's Hollow, it didn't matter. What was important was that the Death Eaters suffered heavy losses. This was the great victory of the Order of the Phoenix.
If conditions didn't allow it, they would even have a grand celebration party.
"Fred, George!" Mrs. Weasley looked at the colorful ribbons all over the room, her temples beating with anger.
"Can you guys be quiet for a minute?" she yelled. "I've been away for a while, and the whole restaurant is in a mess!"
"It's just a few ribbons, not as exaggerated as you said." Fred waved his wand, and the surrounding ribbons were immediately swept away by a gust of wind.
"Look, isn't this clean?"
"What I mean is that you should be more cautious. Even if you can't set an example for your younger brothers and sisters, at least don't lead them into bad ways."
"Us? Leading Ron down?" Fred pointed at himself and George, then turned to look at Ron, "I think he is much more excited than us."
"Yeah." George nodded, "He fired more crackers by himself than all of us combined."
"I remember he put five in."
"Two for each of us."
"Ginny is a..."
"So he made half the streamers in this room."
Fred and George were singing in harmony, Ron's face turned red and he stared at them dumbfounded.
"Aren't those colorful ribbons I put up given to me by you?"
"We just asked you to help hold it. When did we tell you to let it go!" George said plausibly.
Ron was stunned for a moment, hesitating and speechless. He looked at Hermione next to him, wanting to ask for help, but Hermione didn't agree with his celebration in the first place, and naturally she didn't agree with him now. Maybe speak for him.
"That's enough." Fortunately, at this time, Mrs. Weasley interrupted Fred and George who were chattering, "Now, go back to your room and sleep immediately."
Ron ran out immediately.
The Weasley brothers also shut up angrily and reluctantly went back to the room, muttering something under their breath as they walked... which probably meant that Mrs. Weasley was unfair and only talked about the two of them.
Mrs. Weasley turned a deaf ear to these complaints. Although she didn't know the truth, she knew Fred and George and it was right to teach them a lesson.
"And you, it's time to go to sleep." She said to the rest of the people: "Kyle, do you need me to make an extra perch for the Phoenix? But the conditions here are limited, only firewood."
"Ah, no need." Kyle shook his head.
Just like people who are used to sleeping in beds, phoenixes prefer to stay on perching branches, and the more precious the wood, the more comfortable it is, such as the one in the Hogwarts principal's office.
Kyle remembered that the perch was golden, not a decoration added later, it was golden itself, like solidified elixir in the sun.
Although Kyle doesn't have that kind of good thing, he does have a whole forest in his box, and Fox will definitely be more comfortable living there than standing on a branch...
However, Mrs. Weasley's words also reminded Kyle that if he came across suitable materials, he could also try to get a perch for Fox.
Kyle thought as he walked out of the kitchen.
"Kyle."
At the top of the stairs, Kyle suddenly heard someone calling him. When he turned around, he realized it was Hermione, who seemed to have been waiting for him here.
"What's the matter?" Kyle asked.
"That's right, aren't you going to the Ministry of Magic tomorrow? I thought of some more important questions." Hermione said, "It's about..."
"Wait a minute." Kyle interrupted her, "There's something you may not know. I probably won't be going to work at the Ministry of Magic tomorrow."
"No, not going?" Hermione frowned, "Why?"
"Because of the mysterious man." Kyle explained: "Everyone thought that the mysterious man might be angry with me because of what happened this afternoon, so he issued a grounding order for me. I may not be able to go anywhere during this period."
"Ah, I'm sorry." Hermione said quickly, "I thought... maybe I was distracted and didn't hear this."
"No, it has nothing to do with you." Kyle said, "This is what they told me outside just now. You were not present at that time."
"That's good." Hermione said, "I'll go back first."
"Wait a minute." Kyle called to her. "I think if you really want to change something, you can try it yourself."
"Try it yourself?" Hermione was stunned for a moment, "What do you mean?"
"Just learn more about the Ministry of Magic." Kyle said, "To be honest, you don't actually understand the current situation of the Ministry of Magic. Many of your perceptions are even wrong."
"What went wrong?" Hermione asked, looking at Kyle seriously.
"Many. For example, you always habitually bring the ones from school to the Ministry of Magic."
Kyle said, "But actually, they are completely different and the Ministry of Magic is not another Hogwarts.
Not just one person can make everything change by simply saying a word or making a suggestion. Every new bill must be carefully considered before it is enacted. "
"Also, as you mentioned before, regarding the situation of the Muggle Issues Mediation Committee, whether a staff member is doing a good job and whether he is competent or not is difficult to show with the kind of intuitive written results in the school."
"But I really don't see their role." Hermione said.
"That's because you have no need for this at all." Kyle said calmly: "You are a Muggle-born wizard. Both you and your parents know how to deal with other Muggles, so when you meet After the conflict, you don’t need the Ministry of Magic’s help at all.”
Hermione didn't protest this time.
"Let's do this." Kyle thought for a while, "If you have nothing to do this month, go to the Ministry of Magic as a volunteer. Just think of it as a way to get familiar with it in advance. They happen to be very short of people right now."
volunteer……
Hermione's eyes lit up, "Can I really go?"
"You definitely can't do it yourself." Kyle said, "But I can help recommend them. I happen to know a lot of people in the Ministry of Magic. It should be no problem to find a helper for them.
"But one thing I have to tell you in advance is that you are just helping out this time and there is no salary. If you feel it is inappropriate, forget it..."
"No, I agree." Hermione said immediately, "After I graduate next year, I will definitely go to work at the Ministry of Magic, so I am willing to go and familiarize myself with the working atmosphere there in advance."
"That's good." Kyle nodded, "Then you go back first, I will take you there tomorrow."
"Okay." Hermione walked upstairs, but stopped after taking only two steps.
"Wait a minute Kyle, didn't you just say that they won't let you leave here?"
"That's true," Kyle shrugged. "But as long as I don't go out, isn't that all that's fine?"
"Then how are you going to get there? You can't apparate or use portkeys here, and the fireplace isn't connected to the Floo Network."
"You won't forget how you left Godric's Hollow, right?" Kyle smiled.
Hermione understood instantly, and then her face turned pale, "If I have to be taken by the Phoenix, I would rather not go to the Ministry of Magic."
"The mysterious man is looking for me, it has nothing to do with you." Kyle said casually: "When the time comes, you can go there through the normal way. We can meet near the magic fountain in the hall."
"it is good."
When he said this, Kyle's eyes accidentally caught sight of the huge portrait hanging next to it.
Portrait of Phineas Blake.
The painting was nothing, Phineas's face was something Kyle had grown tired of seeing when he was at school, and his attention was on the frame.
An ancient pure-blood family and the headmaster of Hogwarts, the picture frame Phineas got for himself would definitely not be ordinary. The wood on it...
Thinking this, Kyle subconsciously stretched out his hand and put it on the frame.
This wood is really good. Even after hundreds of years, there are no cracks on it, and it feels very smooth, as if you are touching a piece of warm jade.
What a good thing.
Kyle's eyes lit up. If this thing could be dismantled and made into a perch, Fox would definitely like it.
But then he shook his head... No, after all, this is the portrait of Sirius's great-great-grandfather, and this is the ancestral home of the Black family. It would be a bit rude to tear down someone else's portrait rashly.
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(End of this chapter)
Chapter 796 Heading to the Ministry of Magic
Mr. Weasley came back early in the morning. At eight o'clock in the morning, he walked into the kitchen sleepily and took the sandwich from Bill.
"Dad, didn't you just work overtime all night yesterday? Why do you have to go to the Ministry of Magic so early today?"
"I can't help it, the Ministry is really short of manpower recently." Mr. Weasley yawned, "Not only me, but also Chris, the newly married Lupine, and even Cedric who has only been in the job for two years. In this way, there is endless work to do every day.”
"But it's too busy." Fred poured him a glass of pumpkin juice. "Will the Ministry of Magic pay you overtime?"
"All the money from the Ministry of Magic is used to purchase potion materials needed to treat the wounded." Mr. Weasley took a sip of pumpkin juice.
"So you're saying that all your hard work is in vain?"
"You can't say that." Mr. Weasley shook his head, "This is a job, not a business."
George curled his lips.
Of course he understood what Mr. Weasley meant, but knowing and accepting were two different things.
Of course, he didn't really do it for the pitiful overtime pay.
Didn't the Ministry of Magic keep claiming in the Daily Prophet that they had grasped the movements of the Death Eaters?
So where were the Aurors and Strikers when they attacked yesterday... They waited until half an hour later, when everything had settled, before rushing over.
If Kyle hadn't used the Phoenix to rescue them, no one could guarantee how many people would come back alive.
You can't see them when you really need them, but they are very active when they are working. How can it be so cheap?
The more George thought about it, the angrier he became.
Although he also knew that yesterday's attack was a complete emergency, and it was normal that people from the Ministry of Magic couldn't get over...including the people from the Order of the Phoenix and his father also didn't come over.
But he just felt unhappy.
The same goes for Fred, who also has opinions about Amelia, the new minister.
No one can think of any other way, but you can't just use force on one person.
He remembered clearly that it was five o'clock in the morning, when he and George had just finished improving the communication coin and were preparing to go to bed. It was at that time that they heard the sound of the door opening.
That's when Mr. Weasley returned.
As a result, it has only been three hours and I have to go to work again? This is too anxious.