"There's nothing in the newspapers about the battle that night," Bill said. "They're keeping quiet about it."
That night, everyone came. The kitchen was so crowded that it was difficult to use a knife and fork.
"The Ministry of Magic hid all the information?!" Hermione said in surprise. "Many Muggle witnessed the battle between Elwyn, Sirius and the Death Eaters."
"There were about a hundred Muggle. It was an emergency, and I had to get rid of the Death Eaters quickly. I couldn't care less." Elwyn cut the chicken on his plate and looked up. "So, the Ministry of Magic sent someone to change the memory of all the Muggle who were there?"
"I'm afraid not. The Ministry got the news a little late. Plus, there were a lot of Muggle who saw you fighting. The Ministry didn't have enough people to deal with this." Mr. Weasley replied. "I heard that Scrimgeour went to the Muggle Prime Minister and asked the Muggle Auros to help deal with this matter. But the news still leaked out. But there was no news from the Magic World. He sent everyone out to ensure this. "
"In fact, the wizards don't even know as much as the Muggle. It's funny, isn't it? "
"They still haven't called for a hearing on the underage magic I used to escape from the Death Eaters?" Harry asked Mr. Weasley loudly across the table. Mr. Weasley shook his head. He continued to ask, "Do they know that they have no choice, or do they not want me to tell everyone that Lord Voldemort attacked me?"
"I think it's the latter. Scrimgeour doesn't want to admit that the Unknowns are so powerful, and he doesn't want to admit that Azkaban has been conquered."
"That's right. Why tell the truth to the public?" Harry said sarcastically, gripping the knife in his hand tightly.
"Scrimgeour might be powerless. He doesn't have any good ideas in this complicated situation," Sirius said objectively.
"Hmph, telling the public the truth is the best way."
"He doesn't dare, because if he does, the magic world will immediately fall into chaos, and the Ministry of Magic will lose all control." According to Elwyn, Scrimgeour was now facing a similar choice as Foggy had back then. Foggy didn't dare tell the public that Lord Voldemort had been resurrected, while Scrimgeour didn't dare tell everyone that the Ministry of Magic was powerless and that the war had already begun.
"Is there no one from the Ministry of Magic preparing to resist him?" Ron asked.
"Of course, Ron, but people are afraid." Mr. Weasley replied, "Now, anyone who speaks the truth, who openly shows resistance, will be attacked. Everyone is afraid that they will be the next to disappear, afraid that their children will be the next to be attacked! Terrible rumors were circulating. For example, I don't believe that the Muggle Research teacher at Hogwarts resigned. She's been missing for weeks, but I can't say anything. Even if I did, it wouldn't be of any use. The Ministry doesn't care at all. During this time, Scrimgeour has been locking himself in his office all day. To be honest, I really hope that he's making plans. "
No one spoke for a while. Lady Weasley used magic to put the empty plates back on the operating table and then brought out the apple pies.
"Right, we need to decide what kind of disguise you're going to wear, Harry!" Hibiscus Chinensis said after everyone had their pies. Seeing Harry's confused expression, she added, "To attend the wedding. Of course, there aren't any Death Eaters among our guests, but we can't guarantee that they won't leak the news after drinking the champagne."
"What?"
"Elwyn needs makeup too. You two can't be discovered now. Let me think, how should I dress you …"
"Yes, that makes sense. You both need to disguise yourselves." Before Elwyn could say that he didn't need it, Lady Weasley, who was sitting at the head of the table, said, her glasses perched on the tip of her nose. She was skimming through a large pile of work that she had jotted down on a long piece of parchment paper. "I say, Ron, have you cleaned your house?"
"Why?" Ron cried, putting down the spoon heavily. He glared at his mother angrily. "I really don't understand, why does my house need to be cleaned? Elwyn, Harry and I are very comfortable in there! "
"In a few days, we'll be holding your brother's wedding here, young man …"
"Don't tell me they're getting married in my bedroom?" Ron asked angrily. "No! Then for the sake of that old fart Merlin … "
"Don't talk to Mother like that!" Mr. Weasley said firmly. "Do as she says."
Ron glared at his parents angrily, then picked up the spoon, and used a lot of strength to attack the last few mouthfuls of his apple pie.
"Elwyn and I can help, there's …"
Before Harry could finish, he was interrupted by Lady Weasley. "No, Harry, dear, I want you to help Arthur clean the chicken shed; Elwyn, can you go to the warehouse and take a look, Arthur put too many Muggle things in there; Hermione, Gabri, please help the Dracul couple change the bed sheets, they'll be here at eleven tomorrow morning; Ginny, Elaine, you two come with me to the kitchen, there's still so much to clean up."
Under her arrangement, the few of them had to go to their respective places to clean up.
The warehouse was a mess, with all kinds of junk piled up on one side, and the air was filled with a suspicious smell of gasoline.
After a while, Mr. Weasley sneaked in.
"Don't tell Molly, Elwyn!" He said, "It's just, um, Ted Tonks brought me most of the wreckage of the Sirius motorcycle. Um, I hid it here, I mean here, this thing is amazing: it has an exhaust pad, I believe that's what it's called, it's a powerful continuous cannon, and it gave me a rare opportunity to find out how the brakes work. While Molly is not here, I mean while I have time, I'm going to try to reassemble it. "
Elwyn watched him skillfully move the box, took out a large pile of motorcycle parts from a broken sofa, and then excitedly knocked and touched them with his wand.
Considering that Mr. Weasley had modified cars before, a motorcycle should not be a problem for him.
After watching for a while, Elwyn felt bored, so he went out.
Harry was not at the chicken shed, and when he returned home, he did not see Lady Weasley.
Elwyn thought for a moment, and walked to Ron's room. Just as he reached the second floor, the door opened, and Elaine walked out.
She seemed to be waiting here, specifically to talk to him.
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