After dinner, the parents talked with their children.

"They hope we can be content with our own self-righteousness, you know, staying in school and dealing with boring textbooks" Ron described Mr. Weasley's mentality, "as if the war was over in a blink of an eye, we didn't even react."

Back on the third floor, I was, and they each exchanged information.

Harry was in a bad mood and said in confusion: "Why don't they understand? Of course I won't sneak out of the school, but I still have to make the necessary preparations, right? When Voldemort comes to me next time."

He touched the scar on his forehead. Although he was reluctant, he seemed to be connected with Voldemort in the dark. It was not just a scar, but more emotional... They hated each other and wanted each other to disappear in the next second.

"I'm looking for us and I don't think I'll be doing well under his rule," Hermione said on a different bed, "that's the problem, it's obvious that they want to exclude us from the war, stay away from Voldemort," she stuttered.

"He always took the initiative to come to me!" Harry said loudly.

Slap, snap, two harsh explosions echoed in the old room, Ron's two brothers Fred and George suddenly appeared on the bed where Harry was sitting and rolled into a ball with Harry.

"Ouch"

Harry sat up with his forehead covering his forehead. His scar was hurting badly, but he was sure that it was not because of Voldemort this time. "Why are you here?" he said with a grin.

"Come and see you, poor people wandering in suffering," George said in an aria voice.

Fred covered his forehead with the same movement as Harry, moaning in pain, and unfortunately he bumped into Harry.

Fred muttered: "George and I were betting, guessing which lucky one would hit... I had known that some precautions should be taken. Harry, please help me see, there is no strange mark on my head?"

"If you mean a lightning-shaped scar, there is really nothing," Harry said without thinking, "I can see nothing except a bumpy lump."

"I'm going to bother Tonks again." Fred sighed.

"Why?" Ron, who had just come back to his senses, asked.

"She has a cheerful personality"

"Damn it"

“You can get along with anyone”

"The key is that she has special medicines in her hand, dedicated to Aurors." Fred and George sang and said.

Harry looked at them blankly, as if he had forgotten the serious topic before, but Fred and George became serious.

"Don't blame Ginny, Harry," Fred said. "You're training so crazy that we're a little shocking, and in fact, we spend most of the day in Diagon Alley. Ginny sees it every day and she's worried about you."

"I didn't blame her." Harry said, shaking his head.

"That's good." Fred and George breathed a sigh of relief, and they looked at each other, and Fred handed Harry from his pocket, Ron and Hermione a long flesh-colored string.

"Is this?" Harry asked, fiddling with the rope in his hand.

"Wow, I've wanted it long ago." Ron said, unable to wait to take it, "This thing is just a retractable ear, which can help you eavesdrop on other people's conversations, not attracting much attention... I especially want to know what that guy Snape is doing, mysterious, and comes and goes quickly..."

Harry was very moved when he heard this.

Hermione hesitated whether to take it. At this time, Ron began to demonstrate the effect. He stuffed one of the telescopic ears into his ears, and the other one wriggled like a long worm, twisting and twisting out from under the crack of the door.

"Well, I heard some noise... There is a corridor outside, and there will be no movement now, unless we hit the big fortune..."

He suddenly screamed, and Harry heard a distinctive cat howl from Ron's ear and outside the door.

Hermione jumped up and opened the door and let Crook Hill in. Its mouth was still holding the other end of the retractable ear. "Relax, Crook Hill, that's not something to eat." At the same time, she took the retractable ear from George's hand, "I think it will be useful at the right time." She said with a smile.

...

"I'm worried that the experience a month ago would still affect them." Sirius frowned.

"It's true that you can't pretend nothing happened," Felix said calmly. "They were besieged by hundreds of Death Eaters. Not everyone can bear that scene, let alone witnessing their companions torture... I don't think they plan to experience this kind of powerlessness for the second time."

"I dare not ask what it feels like to be a clay curse, I can only pretend that nothing happened," Mrs. Weasley covered her mouth, her eyes flashed with tears. "I have had nightmares for several days... I always dreamed of Gidion and Ferbian, and their faces turned into Ron, Harry..."

Mr. Weasley hugged his wife and patted her shoulder comfortably.

Sirius and Felix looked at each other, tacitly not talking about the bait plan on this occasion.

In a blink of an eye, it came the last day of July.

"Happy birthday."

When Harry pushed open the door, he saw Neville standing at the door holding a gift box and said.

"Thank you, Neville," Harry said yawning, pulling Neville into the room, Ron was confusedly pulling a sleeve into his leg.

"Why did they arrange the award ceremony today?" Neville said regretfully.

"Actually, it's pretty good," said Harry. Seeing everyone busy with their birthday, he felt strange and didn't know what to react.

They put on their clothes and began to remove gifts.

"A wand cover, great, Neville," Harry said happily.

"It's good that you like it," said Neville. "I like the gift you give too," and then said nervously, "It's not a comfort to me, right?"

"Of course not." Harry assured him.

Yesterday was Neville's birthday. Neville was worried that the plan for the duel group would be cancelled in the new semester, so Harry made an invitation card for the duel group in the style of the Hogwarts freshman admission letter. Hermione was also interested in this. She also cast magic on it.

When someone opens it, he will hear a very majestic voice speaking.

"Are you the one you were selected, ready for the challenge?"

Neville thought it was so cool.

Sirius gave a three-dimensional book about Quidditch. Every time he opened a page, a three-dimensional Quidditch Stadium was formed. More than a dozen illusory little people were flying in the air, replicating some classic game scenes.

"From this perspective, Lynch is no match for Krum." Ron said at one of the scenes, which was a scene that happened in the Quidditch World Cup final last year, and Krum used Langsky's fake moves to deceive his opponent twice.

The Lupin people did not arrive, and Harry speculated that he was staying in a new werewolf community now, but he still sent a birthday gift to Tonks, which was a handmade bone bracelet. Harry prayed in his heart that the bracelet was never made from the local materials and waswolf teeth.

The gift from Hermione was a piece of magic parchment, with the names of various spells flashing on it, which Harry had already mastered. Looking at the full list, a sense of accomplishment arises naturally.

At this time, the door was pushed open from outside, and Bill poked his head out of the crack of the door.

"Breakfast is ready, we must hurry up. The award ceremony begins at 10 o'clock. It is best to go to the Ministry of Magic in advance..."

They followed Bill downstairs, and Harry saw two strangers at the dining table, one of the witches with black hair and pink cheeks, and the other of the small man, wearing a violet top hat, the same color as Tonks' hair today.

"Hisja Jones and Dedalo Digo," Mr. Weasley introduced at the dining table.

The two looked at Harry curiously, and Dedalo Dige exaggeratedly gave a non-standard hat-off ceremony, "Hello, I'm glad to meet again."

Harry looked at him in confusion, without any impression in his mind.

"You were with Hagrid before you even entered school," De Daluo further reminded, "I've shaken your hands."

So that's it, Harry thought. He remembered that there was indeed a witch who was as excited as Quirrell at that time.

"Hello, Harry," said the witch named Hasja, "we are your guards today."

"Guard?" Harry spitted out the slice of bread from his mouth.

"Don't worry, this is the normal process." The witch said with a smile.

Hermione, who was standing beside her, was talking to Tonks, "No, I don't plan to let them know, wait until they have a chance in the future."

Breakfast was smoked meat, baked potatoes, bread slices and vegetable soup. After breakfast, everyone went out in batches from the main entrance of 12 Grimo Square. "You can't use the fireplace, that's too conspicuous." Felix said, "You stand with me, Harry."

Harry felt the atmosphere became more and more weird.

"professor?"

"Let's talk about it after the ceremony." Felix shook his head.

When the group entered the Ministry of Magic through the red telephone booth, many staff members saluted them silently. But soon a team of Aurors walked towards them, guarding them in the middle, and headed all the way to a huge conference room.

Harry felt like a prisoner in close confinement, moving from one place to another. Judging from Ron and Hermione's uncomfortable expressions, they seemed to feel the same.

The room was dark and filled with people. The atmosphere was solemn and solemn, which reminded Harry of the scenes he saw in the meditation basin. There were almost so many people when Little Crouch was tried. His heart thumped.

He heard Ron and Hermione's breathing sound.

"We're going to sit in front," Felix said, putting his hands on Harry's shoulders and taking them in the row of seats on the rostrum.

A dense flash light lit up in the corner, Harry squinted his eyes and saw the weirdly dressed Rita Skitt from the audience, biting a conspicuous quill in her mouth and staring at them intently.

"Start shots! This is going to be the headlines," she said.

There was a lot of discussion in the conference room, and Harry felt like a monkey in the zoo, being watched by inexplicably by the crowd.

"They are members of Wiesengamor." Felix whispered.

"Okay, let's start," Ms. Borns said loudly, "Dear guests, we will experience a special ceremony today. Under the current circumstances, unity and faith are more important than ever..."

Ms. Bones became long-winded after becoming minister... This was Felix's idea. He stared at Ms. Bones who kept talking and had to admit that this approach was necessary, at least to stabilize people's hearts.

“…Build confidence and courage…we have already had a role model…showing tenacious will…no need for fear and fear…the seeds of victory…”

The flashes under the stage seemed to be connected into pieces, making people dizzy. It was not until noon that the entire ceremony ended.

"I got the Merlin medal?" Ron said incrediblely, repeatedly looking at the medal in his hand.

Felix also looked at his gold medal, which was similar to the last time. The purple ribbon was replaced with green, which meant that the medal in his hand was of first level.

Then Ms. Bones took them to the office of the Minister of Magic and pulled the curtains.

Dumbledore also came in, Harry couldn't wait to ask clearly, but Bones stopped him, "Let's talk about it when everyone arrives." They waited anxiously, and a minute seemed to be stretched ten times longer. Harry even suspected that he was in the professor's thinking hut. Finally, Kingsley and Sirius walked in carefully through the office side door.
To be continued...