When Grindelwald suddenly appeared beside the sleepy Lille, it was still dark.
In fact, the Legendary Wizard did not rest much last night. He had been studying that magic, and he did not stay long. By the time Lille reacted, the figure beside him had already left.
Only the message in his mind was left.
— — My Lord has been appearing and disappearing more and more mysteriously recently. I always feel that my Lord has become much stronger.
Is it an illusion?
He patted his face, cheered up, and began to reinforce the picture here according to the message left by Grindelwald.
… …
The car in the picture flew lower and lower, and between the trees, a red sun had already appeared.
"Land!"
Fred shouted. The car shook slightly and touched the ground.
They landed next to a dilapidated garage, surrounded by a small yard. Joanne carefully looked at Ron's house, and even asked Lille to make more angles.
But this angle was not completely useful. Grindelwald's magic was applied to Harry's hair, and to adjust the picture clearly, Harry had to move, but now Harry was still wandering.
But this angle was about right.
The house, which seemed to be a large pigsty built of stone, was later added here and there, and to a height of several stories, was crooked, and should be built with magic.
There were four or five chimneys on the red roof, and a sign in front of the house that said "The Burrow". There were some high-top boots by the door, and a rusty crucible.
Several fat brown chickens were pecking in the yard.
"It's not so good."
"It's great."
Harry said happily.
They all got out of the car.
"Now, let's quietly cuddle on the ground," Fred said, "and wait for Mother to call us for breakfast. Ron will jump downstairs and say, 'Mother, look who's here!' She'll be very happy to see Harry, and no one will know we used the car. "
"Okay," Ron said, "Come on, Harry, I'll sleep in —"
His face turned green, and his eyes stared in the direction of the house. Harry turned around, and the picture changed.
A woman — Mrs. Weasley, it must have been — walked quickly from the other side of the yard, and the chickens scattered.
What was surprising was that such a plump, kind-looking woman actually looked like a tiger baring its fangs.
"Ah."
"Good heavens."
Mrs. Weasley stopped in front of them, arms akimbo, and looked at the guilty faces one by one.
She wore a floral apron, and a wand in the pocket.
"Very well."
"Good morning, Mother.
"George said in what he thought was a light and lovely voice.
"Do you know how worried I was?"
"I'm sorry, Mother, but we had to —"
Mrs. Weasley's three sons were taller than she, but they trembled when her wrath broke out.
"Bed empty! No note! The car is gone too … Maybe there was an accident … I was so worried … Have you ever thought about it … I've never … Let's see how your father will deal with you when he comes back. Bill, Charlie, and Percy have never had such an accident … "
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Lille looked at the scene on the screen and did not know what to say. This scene reminded him of the time when he was caught running away from the Dark Forest when he was a child. He immediately felt the same way. Joanne was still writing at full speed. It seemed that she was in the middle of an explosion of inspiration.
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"You ought to learn from him!" Shouted Mrs. Weasley, poking her son in the chest. "You could fall to your deaths. You could be seen. You could ruin your father's job —"
After what seemed like hours, when Mrs. Weasley had shouted herself hoarse, she turned to Harry, who stepped back.
"I'm glad to see you, dear Harry," she said. "Come in and have some breakfast."
She turned and went back into the house. Harry glanced nervously at Ron, saw Ron nod, and followed.
The kitchen was small and rather crowded, with a scrubbed wooden table and chairs in the middle.
The clock on the opposite wall had a single hand and no numeral, and the face of the clock said things like "Make the tea," "Feed the chickens," and "You'll be late."
On the mantelpiece were three tiers of books: Enchanting Your Cheese, Enchanting the Magic of Baking Bread, and Conjuring a Feast -- all books of magic.
"Next up is Enchanted Time," said the old radio by the sink, "performed by the famous witch singer, Sedina Warbeck."
Mrs. Weasley was making breakfast with a clatter.
She tapped the dishes in the sink with her wand, and they began to wash themselves, the clatter a sort of background music.
Joanne, who had never seen the Wizard's domestic routine, showed so much interest in it that Rank, who had gotten up to prepare breakfast, thought he had made a mistake, and found the reason.
— He found it extremely boring; after all, he had been through it since he was a child.
After replacing Joanne, he began to record, much more simply than Joanne, by setting up a stand and putting a camera on it — he had gone out to buy it that morning; after all, Jon had paid for everything, but really, things had been very cheap these days.
Although he was not interested in the Wizard's life, he had nothing else to do, so he sat down and watched the "movie."
Soon, something that he was interested in appeared on the screen.
Mrs. Weasley had brought down a book.
From Harry's point of view, Rank saw that the cover of the book, in gilded cursive letters, read: Gidro Lohat Teaches You to Exterminate Household Pests. Under the title of the book was a large photograph of a very handsome Wizard, with curly blond hair, winking at them wantonly, and Mrs. Weasley looking down at him with a smile.
Gidro Lohat, Rank was familiar with him. After all, the name had been on Joanne's desk since the beginning of the first half of the year. Jon had sent over a lot of information, and Dumbledore had casually mentioned a few plans and the like.
In short, this Wizard was not as unworthy of his reputation as he had previously known.
But Rank reckoned that this Wizard would soon live up to his reputation.
Mrs. Weasley was obviously bewitched by the beauty, like the witches who chased after celebrities. But the picture changed, and the Weasley brothers were yawning and grumbling as they lazily walked out, followed by Harry with his "hair camera."
There were a lot of goblins in the garden, but before long, the group of goblins walked away in a sparse line, accompanied by the sound of the door closing.
— Mr. Weasley was back.
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