Although it was late, Lady Weasley was not alone.
Behind her, a young witch was sitting at the table, holding a large teacup in her hands.
Her heart-shaped face looked a little pale, and her hair was gray-brown.
"Hello, Professor," Tonks said hurriedly. "And you three kids."
"Hello, Tonks." The three of them greeted her.
To tell the truth, Tonks did not look well.
She looked haggard, even a little sick, and her smile was a little forced.
Also, her hair was no longer the usual bubble-gum pink, which undoubtedly made her look less attractive.
Anyone could see that Tonks must have encountered something bad recently.
"How was it? Did you have a good summer vacation? Elwyn, I read in the newspaper that you made quite a stir in Egypt. They said that you defeated an ancient demon... "
"I didn't defeat it. I just used some tricks. I'll tell you later. What happened to you recently?"
"I'm fine, just very tired. Well, I have to go," she said hurriedly. It seemed that she did not want to talk about this topic. She got up and wrapped her cloak around her shoulders. "Thank you for the tea. Thank you for your comfort, Molly."
"Are you really all right?" Hermione asked worriedly. "You're not in a good state now."
"No, I'm fine. Go on with your business..."
"Please don't leave because of me." Dumbledore said politely. "I can't stay long. I have important things to deal with."
"No, no, I really have to go," Tonks said, avoiding everyone's eyes. "Good night, everyone."
"Honey, come to dinner this weekend. Remus and Mad-Eye will be there..."
"No, Molly, really. Thank you very much. Good night to all of you."
Tonks hurried past them into the yard, went down a few steps, turned around, and disappeared.
"Well, I have to go too. I'll see you at Hogwarts on the first of September," Dumbledore said. "You three, take care of yourselves. Molly, just tell me what you need. "
He bowed to Lady Weasley and followed closely behind Tonks, disappearing in the same place.
When there was no one in the yard, Lady Weasley sighed and closed the door. He led Elwyn, Harry, and Hermione to the light of the lamp on the table, embraced them one by one, and looked at each of them carefully.
"I asked Ron and Ginny to go to bed. They've been waiting here." She said, looking them up and down. "Hermione, you don't look much different, but you're a big girl now, and much prettier than before. On the other hand, Elwyn and Harry, you two are like Ron. It's as if you've been cursed by the elongation spell. I dare say, Ron has grown a full four inches since I bought him a school uniform. By the way, are you guys hungry? "
"Yes, I'm hungry," said Harry, who hadn't eaten anything at dinner.
Elwyn and Hermione nodded. After tossing around for so long, they were also a little hungry.
"Sit down, dear, I'll bring you something to eat," said Lady Weasley.
As soon as they sat down, Mount Crook jumped onto Hermione's lap and lay on her lap, snoring.
"You're here, Mount Crook." Hermione scratched Mount Crook's ear.
"A few hours ago, he appeared with your luggage and Hedwig. Ron has brought him back to the house with the piglet," said Lady Weasley as she knocked on a large iron pot with her wand.
The pot jumped onto the stove with a clang and immediately began to bubble.
"Ron wanted to wait a little longer, but it was too late. I thought you guys wouldn't come, so I put him to bed," she said. "By the way, Elwyn, Nymphadora was right. Recently, the newspapers have been full of news about you. They said that you did those dangerous things in Egypt. All kinds of news are ridiculous. You didn't fight a demon, did you?"
"No." Elwyn said immediately, not wanting Lady Weasley to worry. "I didn't fight it. I found the mechanism to control it."
"I guess that's the case. That newspaper is now ridiculously depraved and full of lies. But they were like this before," said Lady Weasley. "They didn't think about how you could fight a demon. It's too dangerous. Of course, you shouldn't have gone to Egypt. The way the world is now …"
She began to talk about the chaos caused by the return of Lord Voldemort and the frequent attacks around the world.
After a few minutes, she knocked on the iron pot again.
The iron pot rose into the air and flew towards them, then tilted to the side.
Mrs. Weasley hastily shoved a bowl under it, just in time to catch the thick, steaming onion soup it was pouring out.
Then, the iron pot moved to the left and repeated the action. Lady Weasley put two bowls there in turn.
"Would you like some bread, dear?" Lady Weasley asked.
"Thank you, Lady Weasley."
She waved her wand behind her shoulder, and a piece of bread and a knife flew gracefully onto the table.
The bread was automatically sliced, and the soup pot flew back onto the stove. Lady Weasley sat down opposite Harry.
"So, you convinced Horace Slughorn to take the job?"
"Yes, we convinced him, mainly Elwyn and Harry," said Hermione.
Elwyn and Harry nodded as well. Their mouths were full of hot soup, and they couldn't speak.
"He used to teach Arthur and me," said Lady Weasley. "He was at Hogwarts many years ago. I think he and Dumbledore entered the school at about the same time. What do you think, do you like him?"
"I wouldn't say like, but I don't hate him either," said Hermione hesitantly.
"He seems like a very interesting person," said Elwyn, swallowing the food in his mouth.
Harry's mouth was full of bread again, and he could only shrug his shoulders and shake his head noncommittally.
"Yes, I know what you mean." Lady Weasley nodded knowingly. "Yes, he could make himself very charming if he wanted to, but Arthur never liked him very much. There were many of his favorite students in the Ministry of Magic, and he was always willing to give special attention to his students, but he was never willing to spend much time on Arthur. He seemed to think that Arthur didn't have any ambitions. Hey, this proved that even Slughorn could be wrong about this. Didn't Ron already write a letter to tell you? This is only recent. Arthur has been promoted! "
Obviously, Lady Weasley couldn't wait to tell them about it, and she was looking forward to everyone's reaction.
Elwyn and Hermione looked at each other awkwardly. They hadn't received any letters from Ron this summer.
So, they didn't know anything. Ron didn't even tell them about this.
Harry, on the other hand, quickly swallowed a big mouthful of hot soup, feeling blisters forming in his throat.
"Great!" he gasped. "He said it simply in his last letter to me."
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