Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Rufus Scrimge’s sudden move made people feel uneasy, and no one knew what he was going to do.

In fact, to be more precise, no one knows what to do now as a minister of magic.

No matter who is going to change to Scrimgeour's position, I am afraid that there will be no way to face such a terrible situation.

In Ai Wen's view, the Ministry of Magic and the existing order of the magic world can no longer be saved, not to mention Voldemort's powerful enough to crush, the Ministry of the Ministry is also corrupted by greedy and corrupt officials and pure blood wizards, no Getting rid of their magic department will not have the possibility of victory. Think about it, even Dolores Umbridge, who has done so many ridiculous things in Hogwarts, can still be a senior deputy minister. What hope is there for this Ministry of Magic?

Scrimgeour hopes to turn the tide with one person, which is too unrealistic.

Not to mention, how many supporters he still has are unknown, and those who he believes to be loyal are likely to have been controlled by magic.

Ai Wen thought about it for a long time in the bed, thinking that the only possibility to save the Ministry of Magic is probably to seek new life in the destruction.

However, Scrimgeour probably has no chance.

The next day, the wedding of Bill and Seremban was held as usual.

Mr. Weasley did not go to the ministry because he needed to be responsible for the wedding. Sirius and Lupin left overnight.

Around five o'clock, Sirius came the latest news. The Ministry of Magic had a lot of disagreement about Scrimgeour's thoughts, so there was no action. They discussed the possibility of attacking Malfoy Manor and Voldemort in the night. In the case of the situation, continue to discuss, this event will probably not be able to.

However, Sirius and others will keep a close eye on the situation of the Ministry of Magic. If there is no problem, they will come to the wedding in the afternoon.

Therefore, from the current situation, there is nothing to worry about, and it is a farce.

After receiving the letter from Sirius, Mrs. Weasley seemed to feel better, but soon a letter was sent by the owl.

She was hiding in the kitchen alone, and Avon noticed that her eyes were red when she came out of the kitchen, apparently crying.

No one said anything, everyone knows that the letter was sent by Percy.

Since graduating, Percy’s relationship with everyone has become worse and worse, almost impossible to recover.

After breakfast, Ivan, Harry, Ron, Fred, and George were arranged to stand outside the huge white tent in the orchard, waiting for the guests to attend the wedding. Avon and Harry drank a large dose of the compound decoction, and they are now the appearance of two red-haired Muggle boys in the local village of Otley St. Kachipol. Fred used the flying spell to steal. The hair of the two boys.

They plan to introduce the guests to Ai Wen and Harry are cousins ​​of Bamo and Barney. Anyway, the Weasley family has a lot of pro-weeks, and I hope he can cover him.

About 9 o'clock or so, invited guests have arrived.

They are all relatives of the Weasley family. There are many people. There is a family of wizards who have been inherited for thousands of years. There will always be many relatives, far or near. Like a big tree, the part that is exposed on the ground may be small, but the roots below are intricate, the Weasleys are so, and the other pure-blooded wizard families are so.

At some point, these relationships can play an amazing role.

If you think that the pure blood wizard family is just a group of shabby wizards who live in the dilapidated old houses that have inherited several generations, it is a big mistake.

The five people hold the seat table in their hands, which can help the pointing guests to sit in the appropriate seats.

Around 9:30, a group of waiters wearing white robes and a band wearing golden blouses, these wizards are sitting under a tree not far away, smoking a pipe, you can see where it rises A cyan smoke.

At the entrance to the big tent is a long purple carpet with rows of delicately slim gold chairs.

The columns were entwined with white and gold flowers, and Fred and George smashed a large array of golden balloons over the upcoming wedding ceremony of Bill and Seremban. Outside, bees and butterflies are lounging on the grass and bush hedges.

"Avon, what do you think?" Harry asked Avon, and he felt very uncomfortable.

The Muggle boy he pretended was a little fatter than him. Under the hot sun in the summer, he felt his dress robes hot and tight.

"It's very hot, it's fainted!" Avon said, he also felt very hot, but fortunately his Muggle boy posing as not too fat, "How long do we have to stand here?"

"It’s been more than an hour until all the guests have arrived. It’s just a guest in the morning, there will be someone in the afternoon, so we have to meet here.” Fred pulled the collar of his robes. As I said, "It’s awful. When I got married, I didn’t engage in these nasty names. What do you wear when you love to wear something? I want to give my mother a full-body curse until the matter is finished. ”

"However, her performance this morning is OK!" said George. "You all saw it. For Percy, I can't cry, but who is rare?"

"He won't come!" Fred continued. "Right, where did Sirius go? Lupin came over last night? What happened?"

"There was something wrong with the Ministry of Magic." Avon said, "Sculinger gathered all the Aurors and wanted to fight Voldemort!"

"what?!"

"Don't be excited, he has this idea, but no one supports it. There is a lot of disagreement within the Ministry of Magic. They are still discussing it. The biggest possibility of this is that it is not."

"The Ministry of Magic has not been saved. I have never seen a stupid battle plan more than this! A sudden attack discussed the whole night plus one morning, they thought the enemy." George commented, suddenly stopped and looked straight. Looking straight ahead, "Oh, my God, Fred, get ready! They are coming, look!"

At the farthest end of the yard, one after another colorful figures appeared out of thin air.

A few minutes later, a team formed and began to walk through the garden and walk towards the big tent.

The singular flowers and the magical birds tremble on the witch's hats, and the precious gems sparkle on the bows of many wizards.

The group was getting closer and closer to the tent, and the excited, screaming voice was getting louder and louder, drowning the bees of the bees.

"Great, I seem to have seen a few cousins ​​of Meiwa." George said, stretching his neck to see more clearly. "They need someone to help them understand the English customs. I will take care of them..."

"Don't be so anxious, listen!" Fred said, his speed was not slow, rushing through the middle-aged witches in front of the team, preaching to the two beautiful French girls in French, "Hey, Please allow me to serve you."

The French girl giggled and let him go with them, leaving George to deal with the middle-aged witch, who shouted dissatisfied there.