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Chapter 605 In the Burrow (for Yang Feiyang

That night, Ryan and several young people lived together in a tent set up in the kitchen. Because there were too many people staying here tonight, the Burrow was too small and there were not enough beds available. So Ryan and the others

These young people could only pitch a tent for one night. Fortunately, the tents in the magic world were not that cramped.

To make matters worse, that night, while Ryan was sleeping, a scream suddenly came from the room where Harry was. He immediately jumped out of the bed, picked up the wand on the bedside, put on his coat and asked Harry

He ran over to the house where he was. As he ran out the door, he saw Hermione, who lived across the door from him, rushing out dressed in almost the same clothes as him.

"Harry, what's wrong with you?" While Hermione stayed outside the door on guard, Ryan pushed open the door of Harry's house and walked in. Then he saw Harry sitting up in shock in his pajamas.

"I just saw Voldemort." Harry didn't want to hide what he just saw. "He looked extremely angry now. He was torturing the Death Eaters in a large room with a fireplace and a long table because they were today.

They suffered heavy losses due to false news."

"That sounds like good news." Ryan nodded. "But this connection with the mysterious man's soul should stop! Your scar - it shouldn't be like this anymore! You must never let that happen.

Please contact me and get through again.”

"I know, but I really can't close my brain." Harry shook his head and said helplessly. "It's not that I haven't practiced seriously, but every time Voldemort's thinking can always break through the defense line in my brain."

"I think you can try this." Ryan thought for a moment and took out a silver-white band. "Tie this on your head and feel it."

Upon hearing this, Harry directly took the strap from Ryan's hand and tied it to his head. After feeling it for a while, he said, "It feels very magical. I feel as if a pair of warm wings are surrounding my brain and protecting it."

"That's good." Ryan nodded. "This is a new magic prop that I just made recently. The main purpose at that time was to allow me to avoid mental interference during research. After listening to what you just said, I can now

I’m sure, as long as the mysterious person doesn’t get too close to you, he will basically be immune to the uncontrolled state of connection between two souls you encountered.”

"Thank you." Harry looked at Ryan and said seriously. "Also, I swear that I never meant to criticize you when I spoke this afternoon. I was really just talking about myself. Please believe me."

"I believe you, Harry." At this point, Ryan yawned. "Also, it should be one o'clock in the morning. What you said just now really scared people. Okay, I'm going to bed. Tomorrow morning

See."

"Others are too vigilant." After closing the door to Harry's bedroom, Ryan roughly explained to Hermione what had just happened. Hermione nodded after listening, and then looked at Wei who was sleeping.

The Sly twins and Ron's room door curled their lips. "If someone really attacked them just now, I don't think they would have been able to respond adequately."

"You should believe in the double defenses set up by the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic around here, and what they encountered today was too exciting for them, so it is normal to sleep deeply at this time due to the brain's self-protection.

"You can't judge others by our level." Ryan said, and then he kissed Hermione on the cheek. "Okay, go to bed quickly. We have to get up early tomorrow."

In the next few days, everyone seemed very busy. For example, Ryan, with the help of Hermione, began to make a new batch of alchemy tools for the members of the Order of the Phoenix. Only Harry and Ron seemed relatively leisurely. But soon Wei

Mrs. Sly found the two of them, and soon they were busy preparing for the wedding.

During this time, besides making alchemical props, Ryan was thinking about the future. He felt that while Dumbledore was still alive, it was basically impossible for Voldemort to attack the Ministry of Magic on the wedding day like in the original book. However, in this way, Ryan also lost

The prediction of Voldemort's next move made everything in front of him seem to be shrouded in fog.

"Ignore him. In short, the soldiers will stop him, and the water will cover him. It's too late to wait for Voldemort to attack and then respond. But strangely enough, I didn't worry about this when I was weak in the past, but now I can resist Voldemort head-on.

I started thinking wildly." After thinking for a while, Ryan smiled in relief and continued to complete the work at hand. In this era of war, war-related magic props are always never enough.

"I'm so exhausted." This was two nights before the wedding, Harry complained before preparing to eat. "You know, Ron and I have been cleaning the dishes, giving out gifts, and ribbons endlessly these two days.

Matching colors with the flowers, clearing the garden of gnomes, and helping Mrs. Weasley bake a bunch of savory pancakes."

"No way, everyone is very busy." Ryan took the plates from the cupboard to the table and put them one by one. "But someone always needs to prepare for the wedding, and Mrs. Weasley can't do it alone.

.”

After several people set the tableware, the door opened, and Mr. Weasley, Kingsley and Bill walked in, and then sat down at the dining table a little tiredly. Maybe because the Malfoy mother and son lived in Gerry.

No. 12 Mo Place plus Snape's defection, so now many members of the Order of the Phoenix often choose to come to the Burrow for dinner.

For this reason, the kitchen was crowded with people after the meal started, and it was difficult to use a knife and fork. Ryan had to move his arms carefully to ensure that he would not hit Hermione sitting next to him with his elbow.

"How is the situation outside recently?" When they were about to eat, Ryan broke the silence and asked Bill on the other side.

"Nothing happened, or it has been too quiet these days." Bill put down his knife and fork with a serious look on his face. "The conflict two days ago was not insignificant, but none of the newspapers mentioned it recently.

, and even the Ministry of Magic did not make any move on that matter. You must know that several illegal portkeys were used that time. If it were normal, they would have come to investigate, but they have done nothing now. "

"Does the Ministry of Magic still plan to bury its head in the sand and act like an ostrich in this critical situation?" Harry's eyes widened.

"Although it sounds incredible, sometimes it is always the case," said Mr. Weasley. "Scrimgeour is unwilling to admit that the mysterious man is so powerful, let alone admit that the Ministry of Magic has completely lost control in the current situation.

.”

"So what about everyone else besides Scrimgeour?" Ryan asked, "There are quite a few people in the Ministry of Magic, and there are also many natural resisters of the mysterious people, such as those muck wizards who are on the front line.

Aren’t they willing to stand up for themselves?”

"Of course, but people are scared," Mr. Weasley replied, "Afraid that they will be the next to disappear, that their children will be attacked next! Terrible rumors are spreading everywhere, and many people have indeed disappeared mysteriously.

.However, the Ministry of Magic, which should be most involved at this time, cannot even protect its own staff. The only thing Scrimgeour can do is to lock himself in the office all day long. I really hope he is formulating a plan."

No one spoke for a while, until Mrs. Weasley used magic to put the empty plate on the countertop, and then brought out the apple pie.

"Okay, everyone, please be happy. After all, the wedding is in two days. As the organizers, we can't be so downcast." Mrs. Weasley said. "I hope that at least everyone can smile during the wedding.

join."


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