Because he came back too late and drank some wine with Bill and Charlie, Kyle slept until noon the next day.

"Oh, honey, how are you."

Mrs. Weasley pushed Kyle to the dining table, "I originally wanted to wake you up for breakfast, but Arthur told me that you had just slept for less than two hours."

"I did sleep late last night." Kyle said, "Where's Mr. Weasley?"

"Already gone to the ministry."

"Did you go in the morning?"

"There are still a lot of things waiting for him to do." Mrs. Weasley smiled, "Don't worry, he often works overtime all night long, he just needs to drink a refreshing drink."

The lunch was very sumptuous, almost the same as the last birthday party.

"Mom has been worried all night." Ginny whispered, "This is a celebration of your safe return."

"Originally, Mr. Weasley didn't have to worry about what happened last night," Kyle said, "but I didn't expect that he insisted on staying and brought Bill and Charlie with him."

"This is dad's character." Ginny said calmly: "It would be strange if he didn't do this."

"Yes, you are right." Kyle rubbed his forehead, "But almost everyone's names point to 'Fatal Danger', so it's no wonder Mrs. Weasley is worried."

He knew that the Weasley family had a magical wall clock that did not show time, but only what everyone was doing. For example, "Make tea, feed the chickens, you are going to be late."

Or location, "home", "school", etc.

Corresponding to the status of each family member in real time, this can be regarded as the most treasured treasure of the Weasley family.

"No, it has nothing to do with that." Ginny spread her hands, "You may not know that since the Death Eaters first attacked the Ministry of Magic, all the hands on the dial have not changed positions. In other words,

That thing is useless for the time being...unless the mysterious man falls again."

While they were talking, Sirius also arrived. He handed a bowl of beef stew and a few pieces of toast to Kreacher and asked him to deliver it to Harry, and everyone began to eat lunch.

…

In the next few weeks, nothing special happened. It is worth mentioning that the Aurors did not get any particularly useful information from the Death Eaters, but this did not prevent them from celebrating this event.

victory.

The Daily Prophet finally no longer has to report that people are missing or even dead every day, which has restored everyone's morale.

But in a certain manor, the atmosphere was terribly gloomy.

A long table was full of people, all of them lowered their heads and didn't even dare to breathe.

And all this is because there is a person holding a magic wand and walking slowly behind them.

"Someone here betrayed us, and also betrayed the great Dark Lord." Voldemort's voice was very soft, and he could not hear the emotion or anger, and his cold eyes swept over everyone here one by one.

No matter who he was, he would break out in a cold sweat and bury his head lower, as if he wanted to crawl into a crack in the ground.

It's a pity that there is no crack in the ground here, and Voldemort will not allow anyone to be absent.

"Raise your head...Lucius." Voldemort came to Malfoy's side and lifted his chin with his wand.

If anyone could betray him, Lucius, who had just been punished by him, was the most likely one.

"Lord, Master..." Lucius Malfoy's face instantly turned pale, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Voldemort stared into his frightened eyes.

"Why are you nervous, Lucius." He put his wand against the other person's forehead.

"Master... I... did not... betray..." Lucius Malfoy said with all his strength.

But if he could speak more coherently, he might be more convincing.

"Of course I know, Lucius, you don't have the guts."

Voldemort withdrew his wand.

In just a few seconds, Malfoy almost collapsed, but before he could take a breath, a green light flashed past his eyes.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Voldemort gently turned his wrist, as casually as if he had swept away a little dust.

The Death Eater McNeil, who was sitting opposite Lucius Malfoy, fell to the ground and lay motionless on the ground.

Only then did Voldemort speak calmly:

"Although Dolokhov did not complete my order, he at least brought back news of the betrayer. But you, McNeil, I only see your cowardice."

Several consecutive failures, coupled with the news of the traitor, have reduced Voldemort's patience to the lowest point, and someone must bear his anger.

Originally Voldemort wanted to find traitors, but he looked around and found nothing wrong. Legilimency told him that everyone was loyal.

There was no way around it. Voldemort couldn't kill every suspect, so he had to choose another person.

For example, the two people who escaped this time failed.

Unlike Antonin Dolokhov's narrow escape from death, McNeil ran away as soon as the Auror appeared and had no effect, so he naturally became the best candidate.

Voldemort waved his hand, and a big snake with three heads slowly crawled over. But no one dared to turn their heads, not even to make a look.

"Of course I believe in your loyalty...but you have let me down too many times." Voldemort continued, without any emotion in his voice.

"Please give me another chance, Master..." Antonin Dolokhov, who had escaped from the injury, fell off the chair with a plop and knelt on the ground trembling all over.

"I swear...Master, I will definitely bring Fusco back to you."

"But you have failed." Voldemort didn't even look at him. His eyes fell on the "Daily Prophet" spread out on the long table.

[Mysterious Man’s old enemy, the most courageous legendary deputy minister, Dolores Jane Umbridge]

"Master, I'm going to kill her!" Barty Crouch Jr. said quickly.

"Old enemy?" Voldemort's eyes flashed with deep disdain. He moved his fingers and the newspaper immediately turned to the second page.

【The Missing Ollivander.】

"You have two days..." Voldemort said coldly: "Find him. I hope you won't let me down again this time."

"Follow your orders, Master!" Everyone at the long table said while kneeling on the ground.

…

Meanwhile No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

After more than half a month of torture, Harry finally graduated, limped and left the basement with great joy.

"This is the white fresh essence, this is the blood-enhancing potion, this is the bone spirit..."

Sirius stuffed bottles of potions into Harry's arms, and couldn't help but complain: "This is too barbaric. Even if it is to learn Occlumency faster, it doesn't need to be so strict."

Kyle curled his lips next to him.

In more than half a month, Sirius has not visited Harry once in the basement, nor has he made any move to stop him. How could he have the nerve to say such a thing?

However, in order to maintain the relationship between the godfather and godson, Kyle chose to remain silent and said nothing. He just asked Kreacher to help roast two warthog legs as payment for Cat Leopard's hard work.

After pouring in a few bottles of potions, Harry's condition immediately improved a lot. Of course, he did not drink potions such as Bone Spirit.

"Harry? You appeared in the restaurant at this time. It seems that you have learned Occlumency, right?"

At this time, Bill walked in from outside.

"Just in time, here's this for you." He handed Harry a full money bag across the table. "I took it out of the vault for you."

"Thank you." Harry said as he took the purse.

"You're welcome." Bill turned around and said, "Mom only gave me the key to Harry's vault. Kyle, if you need to withdraw money, I'll go there again tomorrow.

"Currently, the goblins have strengthened their security and are heavily guarded. It takes about five hours for ordinary people to withdraw money. However, I still have some privileges in Gringotts and can shorten this time to half an hour."

"Thank you." Kyle shook his head, "But I still have a lot of money, which is enough."

His money, including all valuables, was not placed in Gringotts, which was full of holes like a sieve, but in his own box.

Part of it was placed in Noble's lair, and part of it was in Xiu Xiu's inner pocket, and recently he found two new places to save money.

Either the cave where the basilisk lives or the venomous leopard's lair is safer than Gringotts.

Although Bill didn't know this, he didn't care. After learning that Kyle didn't need to withdraw money, he took out a few more envelopes.

From Hogwarts, their new book list.

The moment he opened the envelope, Harry instantly forgot about the painful experience in the basement.

He was elected captain of the Quidditch team.

"This way your status will be the same as that of a prefect." Hermione said happily, "You can ride in the prefect's carriage and use our bathroom."

Harry was also very excited, but not because of the special prefect treatment.

He took the badge and looked at it carefully, wiped the non-existent dust on it with his clothes, and was reluctant to put it down.

"I've had this happen to me too. It feels like it was just yesterday. At that time, I was just like Harry, so excited that I couldn't sleep all night." Charlie said with a smile: "Kyle, where is your badge? Hurry up and take it out.

have a look."

"Yes," Harry said quickly, "This is a contest between us. Gryffindor will definitely not lose again."
To be continued...