Around the last week of July, several major events happened.

The first thing was that the Ministry of Magic officially announced the lifting of the state of war. At this point, the stone hanging in the air finally fell to the ground. Even though the wizards who had been secretly celebrating for a period of time could not curb their inner excitement and joy. They took to the streets to cheer for peace again, because this meant that the Ministry of Magic had given a formal conclusion and also marked the end of the war.

The investigation and evidence collection work of wizard criminals who committed crimes during the war were also announced.

Some pure blood families breathed a sigh of relief.

The second thing surprised everyone who heard it for the first time and had a wider influence - Albus Dumbledore, the principal of the Hogwarts Magic School, voluntarily resigned from his position as president of the International Wizards Federation on the grounds that he was too old.

"No wonder," Hagrid said in a muffled voice. He sat on the sofa in Black's living room, occupying two positions by himself. "Those buckets kept complaining at international conferences, saying that they had suffered a lot of losses! The time when the mysterious people were rampant outside was a total of less than two months."

"What do they ask for?" Bill asked.

"Many," Mr. Weasley wiped his glasses and said, "You know that the mysterious man first snatched the snake-wood wand of the Ifamoni School and killed their principal at the school gate; after a while of silence, he once again robbed treasures from various countries--"

"The Guling Pavilion alone has lost a lot." Bill interjected.

"—Yes," said Mr. Weasley: "It can be seen that the mysterious man is extremely interested in the rumored magical objects, the invisible cloak that has been passed down for thousands of years, the mask of immortality in Africa, the coffin of the god of death in Egypt, and the spring of the Nordic elves..."

"There are really these things?" Harry, who had been listening silently, asked, "I thought they were all fake, like, like-" He and Ron murmured: "It's like a fairy tale."

"It's almost the same," Mr. Weasley said with a frown. "I suspect that there is no one in it that matches the huge name, all of which are all blown out. But the problem is that these things are gone now and cannot be found..."

"Absent?" Montongus repeated in a low voice, his eyes flashing with a greedy and cunning look. "Will it be hidden by the mysterious man? In a corner of England, there is a huge treasure?"

"It may also be destroyed or lost." Bill said: "Remember that time in Switzerland? In a black market, the fairy leader there claimed that he had vampire fangs that could make people fall into a state of fake death, and it was so magical... It turned out that it was actually the werewolf's teeth. The mysterious man who had gone for nothing started killing him, and in the end there were not many who survived..."

Montongus let out a voice mixed with ridicule and sympathy.

"It's obvious that the mysterious man wanted something real, and that old goblin hit the iron plate."

"But Voldemort also took away a lot of treasures, right?" Harry asked. "Maybe this means that those things are real, at least they have effect."

Bill shrugged.

"I guess it's more likely that the mysterious man could not tell the truth for a while, and he needed to go back and study it carefully. That was a meticulous job. But... we can only guess that anyway, we found a few collections in the end - from Bellatrix Lestrange."

"Ah." Ron said.

"Yes, those third-rate tabloids who were compiled with a nose and eyes, led by Rita Skit, exaggerated the inconsistency between the Dark Lord and his most loyal believers... nonsense, they should really see what the woman turned into in the end..."

"I heard..." Montongus lowered his voice, "The earliest one was Haikill. Mr. Haip discovered her, just a few hundred feet underground at the edge of the battlefield where Dumbledore and the Mysterious Man fought.

"Don't make bad ideas." Mr. Weasley warned him kindly.

"I know--how dare I," Montongus muttered: "Mr. Happ himself is a great alchemist and inherited Nick Lemay's property. How could he be more fond of those rags..." Although he said that, he knew that Happ was very interested in old objects. He planned to ask after a while that if Mr. Happ had the intention of 'selling', he would not mind doing his old business, doing some dirty and tiring work for others, and earning the difference from it.

Isn’t those big guys need people like him?

"In addition to the recovery of stolen goods, I heard that some small countries have found out from somewhere that the mysterious man was not dead and asked to join the trial. In short, the scene was messy. Oh, by the way, did not even set up an international Auror team at that time? A lot of them died? These are all problems."

At two or three o'clock in the afternoon, more and more people came.

Some stayed to chat, some said hello and went to the Burrow through the fireplace.

As the war came to an end, the Order of Phoenix also fulfilled its mission. They volunteered to run for their lofty mission, but now it is time to be silent again, just as when the first war ended.

Before parting, they planned to hold a bonfire party.

"Are we going to dance with torches in the living room?" Tonks asked happily, "I don't mind-"

"I don't mind either," Sirius said. "But this is a chat place, and the formal banquet is on the side of the Burrow. I just went to take a look and Molly and the others were busy. I took the opportunity of cutting wood to come out and get some breath."

"Mom must have all the people connected." Ron sighed in understanding.

"Don't say that," Mr. Weasley said with a reproachful tone: "Your mother is so happy. She kept saying it was God's blessing, so no one in the family was injured-"

"What am I?" Ron said angrily, "I still have a heart-breathing scar on my chest."

"No, you don't." Harry said subconsciously.

The people in the room laughed happily, Harry came back and apologized to Ron repeatedly. He had just sorted out some things in his heart, but his mind was not in a state.

Tonks also smiled and said to Lupin, who was holding his arm, "I'll go over there and see what to help...Dear."

Lupin smiled and nodded, and after watching her disappear into the fireplace, his face turned sad. Sirius came over and put it on his shoulder and shouted, "Don't think too much! Today is a happy day. Harry and I plan to go out for a trip in August. Do we want to relax together? He also wrote a book..."

"You wrote a book?" Hager shouted.

"You wrote a book?" Ron's eyes widened.

Harry glared at Sirius, and he promised not to say it! But Sirius had already taken his good buddy upstairs and said he wanted to have a good drink. Harry nodded in a hurry while looking at the crowd with interest.

"About what?" Bill asked with interest.

"Guardian." Harry said in a silence. In fact, it is not only the Guardian, but also his thoughts on other aspects, such as disarming spells, lighting techniques, magical magic, Quidditch flight, and understanding of battles, and even the knowledge he received from Voldemort's mind. This was the idea he had in the days before the holiday. If death was waiting for him in the near future, he would at least do something and leave something.

But what he is most confident is the guardian spell, and he has more confidence in speaking it.

Harry felt relieved without hearing the sneer.

At this time, Mr. Weasley smiled and said, "I have heard that the examiners of the Examination Administration this year have been in trouble. In addition to Harry's subversive understanding of the magic of the patron god, no one dares to make a conclusion, many students have written up the knowledge of magic spells that have not been published, which has made many examiners scratch their heads."

"Is this happening?" Harry asked, desperate to lead the topic elsewhere and not to circulate in dangerous waters, even though he saw Ron's eyes, he knew that he would ask sooner or later-because Ron knew him best, even more than Sirius.

"It is not difficult to understand carefully. The ancient magic literature is changing with each passing day, and many research results are completed by students. I heard that more than half of the people invited by the ancient magic literature yearbook in mid-August were less than 20 years old."

Harry and Ron smacked their tongues.

"Have you received the invitation?"

"Received." The two of them said honestly.

"That's it."

Mr. Weasley and Bill sat for a while and left, and then Sirius pulled Remus, with a rosy face, and also left. Harry and Ron were here, watching the time pass by little by little, and finally, a noise came from the foyer of the old house, and then they heard Hermione's voice.

She rushed in like a gust of wind.

"Harry! Ron! Oh, how are you doing during the holiday?" Hermione said with joy, "I just returned to China two days ago. Now I'm internship at Sword Castle. I almost forgot about the time. The things inside are so charming. I didn't expect that what I found can come in handy... Oh, by the way, how are your grades-"

Harry and Ron smiled at each other.

"I knew you would definitely ask this question."

"exchange."

Harry pulled out a wrinkled envelope from his pocket and spread it out, Hermione and Ron leaned over to look at it left and right.

Ordinary Wizard Level Test Results

Qualification score: Excellent (O); Good (E); Pass (A);

Failed score: poor (P); very poor (D); extremely poor (T);

Harry James Potter's scores are as follows:

Astronomy: A

Protecting magical creatures: E

Curse:O

Black magic defense: O

Divination: P

Herbal medicine: E

History of Magic:D

Potions:O

Transformation:O

Ancient Magical Text:O

...

"Tsk, even if I have seen it, I still find it unbelievable. Those are five excellent ones." Ron said shaking his head.

"Black magic defense, transformation, potion, spell science, ancient magic text..." Hermione thought for a while and said, "I can fully get the Auror certificate."

"In a word, Harry performs his best in all subjects related to practice. So do I." Ron frowned, "This will make us look well-developed... I really want to break this rule."

Harry smiled, he was very satisfied with his achievements.

"Ron, where are you?" Hermione asked.

"I'm about the same as Harry, but I'm different in the Potions. I got a good one." Ron shrugged, "I may not be able to attend Snape's improvement class, that's just right."

"Oh, uh," Hermione said cautiously, "you can take the exam again this year... don't give up, even for the Auror's dream."

But Ron's face was not disappointed, but instead, he smiled happily.

"Did you forget?" he said happily: "Harry and I are full members of the Anti-Dark Magic League. They will not refuse to write a letter or two of introductions... I got the best result, without taking Snape's class, and there is no impact yet!"

Hermione pursed her lips, but she didn't raise any objections. They had discussed this issue a long time ago, and in the end no one convinced anyone.

"Where are you, Hermione?"

"Oh, it's okay." Hermione whispered.

"Come on! Just tell us which exam you didn't get excellent." Ron said, Hermione opened her mouth. "All excellent!" Ron yelled, "Are you not satisfied?" Hermione shook her head quickly, her eyes bent into crescent moons.
To be continued...