Vol 2 Chapter 1145:

"She must be joking..."
When Harry woke up, he found a bulging stocking lying at the end of his bed. He put on his glasses and looked around. The small window was completely blurred by snow. Ron was sitting upright on the bed in front of the window, checking a thick gold necklace.
"What's that?" Harry asked.
"It was from Lavender," Ron sounded a little disgusting. "She wouldn't really think I would wear..."
Harry looked closer, then laughed loudly. The shaky letters on the gold necklace are "My Sweetheart."
"It's great," Harry shook his head, trying not to think about the bad scene in his previous dream.
The child’s cry, the corpse... Voldemort must have done nothing good, but in fact, Harry didn’t know exactly what Voldemort was doing. The connection between them was getting weaker recently. Harry hadn’t had such a bad dream for a long time. Up.
"It's beautiful. You must wear it in front of Fred and George." Harry shook his head to stop thinking about the bad things.
"If you tell them," Ron tucked the necklace out of sight under the pillow, "I—I—I—"
"Just stutter to me?" Harry grinned, mocking Ron wantonly.
"Think about it, can I say it?" Harry said solemnly, looking at Ron with piercing eyes.
"Maybe..." Ron curled his lips. For Harry's words... the words placed on Fanlin... this credibility...
"But... how can she think I like that kind of stuff?" Ron asked into the air, looking quite shocked.
"So, think about it," Harry said. "Have you ever accidentally told her that you like to show up with a necklace that says "My Sweetheart" on your neck?"
"Oh... we really haven't said a lot," Ron said. "Mainly..."
"Kissing," Harry said.
"Well, yes," Ron hesitated, obviously this is not something that can be shared casually, "Lavender is really..."
"Oh, she likes you so much." Harry added Ron's unfinished words, "Okay, so I'll be clear, so..."
"and so……"
"I think we can unpack the package first." Harry said, interrupting Ron's possibility to continue the show...
The gifts Harry received included a sweater with a huge golden snitch pattern on the front, which was knitted by Mrs. Weasley. The twins gave away a large box of Weasley’s magic trick shop products, and another one that smelled The moldy damp package had a label on it that read: "For the master, from Kreacher."
Harry stared at this gift from Kreacher with scrutiny eyes. If it were Dobby, Harry felt more reliable. Although there was nothing good, if it came from Kreacher...
"Guess it is safe to open this thing?" Harry asked.
"There is nothing dangerous, our mail is still being checked by the Ministry of Magic," Ron replied, but he also looked at the package suspiciously.
"I never thought about giving Kreacher anything. Do people usually give their house elves Christmas gifts?" Harry asked, poking the package cautiously.
"Hermione will," Ron said. "But before you feel guilty, let's see what it is."
After a moment, Harry yelled and jumped off his camp bed; there was a large pile of maggots in the package.
"Really good," Ron said with a wild laugh. "The idea is great."
"I would rather want these than the necklace," Harry said, and Ron stopped laughing immediately.
"MMP!"
"what?"
"Nothing," Ron said, shaking his head, then checked his gift...
"You said, is Hermione really angry?" Ron asked.
"What?" Harry was looking at the big box of chocolate candies that Hermione had given him.
"Oh, of course, so, what's the matter?" Harry asked.
"I am..." Ron looked at the present that had been taken apart.
"Hermione didn't give you a Christmas present?" Harry asked. "So, are you ready?"
"...Forgot..." Ron said, "Lavender..."
"Oh, it's not Lavender..." Harry interrupted, "So, I think, before Fanlin and Hermione come, I think you better figure out how to apologize to Hermione. "
"The two of them are coming? When?"
"I don't know." Harry said. "Before school started, Fanlin and Hermione left with the vampire. I heard they went to Nicole May."
"France?" Ron thought for a while, "maybe soon, Dumbledore let them go?"
Harry paused...
"Of course." Harry said, and then pulled out a large package from underneath.
"What's this?" Ron glanced at it, then dug out the same package underground.
"Fanlin sent it." Harry said, pulling out a card from the top. "The latest product may give you some surprises."
"Surprise?" Ron said, pulling out a black cloak from the package...
"Uh... Snape's same style?" Ron looked at the material similar to black sand. Fortunately, it was not transparent. "Invisibility cloak?"
"If you think the invisible beast is easy to catch..." Harry paused, and directly attached the cloak to him. "how about it?"
"Not bad." Ron nodded, "I didn't expect Fanlin's craftsmanship..."
"Wait..." Harry looked at the cloak carefully. There were dark lines under the black... "I think I might know what this is. Fanlin told us that Fred and George He is in charge of improving the product..."
"Defensive cloak?" Ron said pleasantly. "The latest model?"
"It should be like this..." Harry stood up. "Ron, attack me with a spell."
"Attacking you?" Ron hesitated, "We won't..."
"Oh, it doesn't matter, we..."
After brushing it, a coma spell was thrown from Ron's wand. Harry had almost no possibility of thinking, but felt that something twitched his magic power, and then he lay down on the bed.
"MMP!" Harry hardly hesitated.
"This thing..." Ron's eyes lit up, "I think it's much easier to use than Fred's."
"It's precious, okay," Harry said, looking at Ron angrily, "Should I give you a try?"
"Uh..." Ron looked at the cloak carefully, "I think maybe we can study other magical uses. In other words, did Fanlin not give me an instruction?"
"He just said that there was a surprise..." Harry said, "I think Fanlin is not very reliable now, I think he may just imitate Dumbledore's way."
"In what way?"
"Unpredictable (pretend to be...)!" Harry shrugged, "I want to know when he comes back."
...
When everyone was sitting at the table preparing for Christmas lunch, everyone was wearing a new sweater, except for Fleur (obviously Mrs. Weasley didn’t want to waste one on her) and Mrs. Weasley herself, who was showing off a brand new one. A dark blue witch hat with sparkling small star-like diamonds and a striking gold necklace.
"Fred and George gave it to me! Are they beautiful?"
"Well, we find that we are more and more grateful to you, mom, now we are washing our socks," George said with a happily waved hand. "Some parsnips, Remus?"
"Harry, there is a maggot in your hair," Ginny said happily, leaning over to pick the maggot out; Harry felt goose bumps on his neck, which had nothing to do with the maggot.
"It's terrible," Furong shivered artificially for a while.
Ron said. "Some broth, Fleur?" Ron was anxious to help Fleur, but overturned the plate of broth; Bill waved his wand, and the broth flew back to the plate obediently.
"You are as bad as that Tonks," Fleur kissed Bill to thank him, and then said to Ron. "She always knocks over—"
"I invited my dear Tonks as a guest today," Mrs. Weasley laid down the carrot unnecessarily, glaring at Fleur.
"But she doesn't want to come. Have you spoken to her recently, Remus?"
"No, I don't have much contact with anyone now," Lupin said. "But Tonks has to stay with his family, right?"
"Huh," Mrs. Weasley said. "Maybe. Actually, I seem to remember that she was going to spend Christmas alone."
Weasley gave Lupin an annoyed look. It seemed that it was his fault that her daughter-in-law became Fleur instead of Tonks, but Harry glanced at Fleur who was feeding Bill a turkey with a fork. He thought Wei Mrs. Slay turned over the old account again.
However, he remembered a question about Tonks. Besides Lupin, who knew the patron saint well, who could give a better answer?
"Tonks' patron saint has transformed," he told Lupin. "Anyway, it was Snape who said it. I don't know it can be like this. Why does the patron saint transform?"
Lupin chewed the turkey calmly, and when he swallowed it, he slowly said, "Sometimes...a heavy blow...a dramatic change in feelings..."
"It looks big and has four feet," Harry seemed to think of something suddenly, lowering his voice. "Hey...could it be—?"
"Arthur!" Mrs. Weasley said suddenly. She got up from the chair; she put her hand on her chest and stared out the kitchen window.
"Arthur—Percy!"
"What?" Mr. Weasley turned his head. Everyone looked at the window quickly; Ginny stood up to see clearly. It was indeed Percy Weasley, who was striding through the snowy yard, glasses shining in the sun. However, he is not alone.
"Arthur, he—he's with the minister!" It couldn't be clearer. The man Harry had seen in the Daily Prophet was following Percy, slightly lame, he had a long head. She has thick gray hair and a little snowflake on her black cloak.
Before everyone had time to speak, and before the Weasleys had time to exchange a shocked look, the back door opened and Percy stood there.
There was a painful silence. Then Percy said bluntly, "Merry Christmas, Mom!"
"Oh, Percy!" said Mrs. Weasley, letting Percy hug her in the past. Rufus Scrimgeour stood at the door, he was watching the moving scene with a smile on his cane.
"Please forgive our harassment," Scrimgeour said, and Mrs. Weasley turned to look at him, smiling and wiping her eyes. "Percy and I were nearby—work, you know—so he couldn't help but want to come and see you all."
But Percy didn't mean to say hello to the rest of the family. He stood upright, looking awkwardly at the top of each of them.
Mr. Weasley, Fred, and George looked at him blankly.
"Please come in, please sit down, Minister!" Mrs. Weasley looked a little embarrassed, and she straightened her hat. "Come and eat some lame (turkey) chicken, or some pictures (pudding)... I mean—"
"No, no, dear Molly," Scrimgeour said. Harry guessed that he had figured out her name from Percy before entering the house. "I don't want to disturb you. If Percy didn't want to see you all so much, I wouldn't have come..."
"Oh, Perth!" Mrs. Weasley was tearful enough to kiss him.
"...We only visited for five minutes, so you and Percy continue, I will walk in the yard. No, no, I assure you that I don't want to disturb! I wonder if anyone would like to show me your charming garden... Ah , That guy has finished eating, why not take a walk with me?"
The atmosphere on the table has obviously changed. Everyone's eyes wandered between Scrimgeour and Harry. No one believed that Scrimgeour didn't know Harry's name, and no one believed that the minister just happened to choose him to accompany him to the garden, because Ginny, Fleur, and George had empty plates.
"Yeah, all right," Harry broke the silence. He is not stupid; even though Scrimgeour has always said that they happen to be working around here, and that Percy wants to see the family, this is the real reason for their trip~EbookFREE.me~ Harry talked alone.
"That's okay," Harry said, because Lupin seemed to stand up when he passed Lupin.
"It's okay," seeing Mr. Weasley want to open his mouth, he quickly added another sentence.
"Wonderful!" Scrimgeour flashed to let Harry walk out the door. "We'll walk around the garden, and then Percy and I will leave. You guys go ahead!"
Harry crossed the yard and walked towards the overgrown, snow-covered garden of the Weasleys, and Scrimgeour limped slightly beside him. Harry knew that he was once the head of the Auror's office; he looked tough and his face was covered with scars from battle, very different from the fat Fudge under the bowler hat.
"Charming," Scrimgeour stopped by the railing of the garden, looking at the snow-covered grass and indistinguishable plants. "Very charming."
Harry didn't speak. He knew Scrimgeour was looking at him.
"I wanted to see you a long time ago," Scrimgeour said after a while. "do you know?"
"I don't know," Harry said honestly.
"Oh, yes, it's been a long time. But Dumbledore has taken great care of you," Scrimgeour said.
"Normal, of course it is normal, after you have experienced so much...especially those things that happened in the Ministry..." He waited for Harry to say something, but Harry didn't meet his request, so he Then he said, "I have been looking forward to an opportunity to talk to you since I took office, but Dumbledore-as I said, I understand-prevented this."
Harry just waited silently.
"Rumors are flying!" Scrimgeour said. "Well, of course we all understand how these reports have been distorted... all the gossip about prophecies... saying that you are the'true son'..."