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On the last night, Percy returned to the Burrow early, which he rarely did.
He looked exhausted, but extraordinarily spirited.
"It was a real mess," Percy told everyone seriously. "It was like I was fighting a fire for a whole week. People kept sending me howling letters. Of course, if you don't open the howling letter right away, it will explode. There are burn marks all over my desk, and my best quill has turned into a pile of charcoal. "
"Why did they all send howling letters?" Ginny asked.
She was sitting on the carpet in front of the fire in the living room, fixing her book "A Thousand Magical Herbs and Mushrooms" with transparent magic tape.
"Of course, they were complaining about the safety of the World Cup," Percy said. "They wanted compensation. Mondungues Fletch asked for a list of five hundred gold coins for medical expenses. He also said that his tent had been damaged and asked us to compensate him with a tent with twelve bedrooms and a jacuzzi. But I found out who he was. He wasn't hurt at all, and he actually spent the night under a cloak supported by a stick. "
That night, the vampires attacked in the stadium, and the camping area was also attacked.
Many people suffered, especially the tents near Crouch's house, which were the hardest hit.
The vampires probably thought that Barty Crouch Jr. was hidden in the tent, so they raided the area.
Of course, they didn't find anything, but many wizards suffered heavy losses.
In order to show off at the World Cup, the wizards had put a lot of good stuff in the tents.
Lady Weasley brought them a few drinks and glanced at the grandfather clock in the corner.
It was a magic clock. If you wanted to know the time, it was completely useless, but it could provide you with many other information.
It had nine gold needles, and each needle was engraved with the name of a member of the Weasley family.
There were no numbers on the face of the clock, but it showed where each member of the family was likely to be.
There were "home", "school", and "work". There were also "on the road", "missing", "hospital", "prison", etc.
Twelve o 'clock on an ordinary clock was marked "Danger to Life".
Although the appearance of this clock was not very good, the level of craftsmanship was very high. It was a very rare magic item.
It was passed down from the ancestors of the Weasley family. No matter how poor they were, pure-blooded sorcerer families would always have some hidden treasures.
This magic clock was such a thing. As long as the hands representing a family member were placed on it, it could be used.
Just like the marauder map, its creation and use involved the "magic of naming."
This was a very unpopular and profound branch of magic. Only wizards with powerful magic power and knowledge could dabble in it.
For example, the Lord Voldemort cast a spell on his own name. As long as the name was mentioned, the area where the person was would be sensed, and the simple defensive magic around the area would be destroyed. The Death Eaters would rush over immediately. That was why everyone was very afraid of mentioning this name, and called the Lord Voldemort the Unknowns.
This was another extreme way of using the magic of naming. Probably only the truly powerful Dark Sorcerers would do this.
All in all, the content in this area was too rare. Elwyn could not get much information about it from the magic books.
Every time he saw this clock, he had the urge to open it and see the internal structure.
At this moment, the eight needles on the clock were pointing at the position of "home".
The needle of Mr. Weasley was the longest among the nine, and it was still pointing at "work".
Lady Weasley sighed and said sadly, "Since the day the Unknowns lost their power, Arthur has never needed to work overtime on the weekends. Now they're going to tire him out. If he doesn't come back soon, his dinner will be wasted. "
"Hey, dad feels that he has to make up for the mistake he made on the day of the finals, right?" Percy said, "To be honest, it's not wise of him to speak in public without consulting his department leader."
"It's all that annoying woman Skeet's nonsense. How dare you blame your dad for this!" Lady Weasley suddenly got angry and said loudly.
"If dad didn't say anything, that old woman Rita would comment that it's beneath the status of the people from the Ministry of Magic to say nothing." Bill who was playing chess with Ron said, "Rita Skeet never writes good things about others. Remember, she once interviewed all the curse dispellers in Gringotts, and then called me a long-haired ghost!"
"Your hair is a bit long, dear!" Lady Weasley said gently, "Just let me …"
"No, mom."
The raindrops pattered on the living room window. Elwyn sat by the fire studying the ancient magic text in front of him.
Not far from him, Hermione was concentrating on reading "Standard Incantation, Level Four".
Charlie was knitting a fireproof hood, Harry was wiping his crossbow bolts, and the "Broomstick Care Manual" that Hermione gave him for his thirteenth birthday was now opened and placed at his feet.
Fred and George sat in a corner, holding a quill, their heads close to a piece of parchment, discussing something in a low voice, with a sneaky look that no one would know.
"What are you two doing?" Lady Weasley asked sternly, staring at the twins.
"Doing homework." Fred answered vaguely.
"Don't make a fool of yourself. It's the holidays now." Lady Weasley said.
"Yes, we're a bit late," said George.
"You're not thinking of some Weasley magic trick, are you?" Lady Weasley pointed out sharply.
"Oh, mom," said Fred, looking up at her with a pained expression. "If the Hogwarts Express were to crash tomorrow, and George and I were both killed, how would you feel, thinking that the last thing we heard from you was an unfounded accusation?"
Everyone laughed, and even Mrs. Weasley could not help laughing.
"Oh, your dad's back!" she said suddenly, looking up at the clock again.
Mr. Weasley's needle suddenly jumped from "work" to "on the road."
An hour later, it trembled and stopped at the "home" position, along with the other needles.
Then everyone heard Mr. Weasley's voice from the kitchen.
"Coming, Arthur!" cried Lady Weasley, hurrying out of the room.
A moment later Mr. Weasley came into the warm drawing-room with his supper on a tray.
He looked exhausted, and his expression was one of extreme exhaustion.
"Well, it's getting out of hand," he said to Lady Weasley, sprawled in an armchair by the fireplace, listlessly moving a plate of creased cauliflower. "Rita Skeeter's been snooping around all week to see if there's any more trouble in the Ministry of Magic to report. Now she's found out about poor old Bertha. That's going to be the headline of the Daily Prophet tomorrow. I told Ludo that he should have sent for her a long time ago. "
A few days earlier the editor of the Daily Prophet had sent a letter to Elwyn.
The letter said that Rita Skeeter wanted to interview him, but Elvin didn't give her a chance at all and directly rejected her.
He didn't want her to describe him as some little monster with a nasty hobby, or a dark wizard.
The woman had been making up rumors to attract the public's attention, and Elwyn had better stay away from her.
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