Vol 2 Chapter 793: Percy

Ron and Hermione can naturally understand Harry's anger.
Originally, Hermione was a little guilty. After spending a whole month with Fanlin to Egypt at such a severe moment, Ron stayed pitifully at the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, and Harry...
Forget it, Harry. The Dursleys are not a good place for any wizard. What's more, before Harry became a wizard, Vernon was very dissatisfied with Harry as an ordinary person.
It seems to be because of the wizard...
"When will Fanlin come over?" Harry asked.
"I care more about your dreams than this, Harry!" Hermione said. "We rarely receive news from you in Egypt. Hedwig can't fly, and it's always forwarded."
"Nothing." Harry shook his head. "I'm fine, very good."
"I don't think Harry that way. Obviously, Voldemort's influence on you..."
"I want to know what they want to do more than this." Harry said, "I and Fanlin are witnesses. No one knows better than me..."
"Don't worry, Fred and George have invented the tailwind ears, you see," Ron said. "They are really useful."
"Downwind—?"
"Ears, yes. It's just that we were forbidden to use them recently because my mother found them and was extremely furious. Fred and George had to hide them to prevent their mother from confiscating them. But we used them before mother realized what was happening. After a while. We know that certain members of the order are following some famous Death Eaters and identifying them, you know—"
"Some of them are recruiting more people to join the Phoenix Order organization—" Hermione said. "And some of them are still guarding something closely," Ron said. "They are always discussing guard tasks."
"It's not me, will it?" Harry said sarcastically.
"Oh, it's you," Ron's face was full of finally understood expressions. Harry scoffed at this. He started going around the room again, searching for any place except Ron and Hermione, "So, if you are not allowed to attend the meeting, then what do you two do?"
"We," Hermione replied quickly, "We are in charge of taking care of this house. It has been abandoned for many years, and all kinds of things have reproduced here. We have tried our best to clean out the kitchen, most of the bedrooms, I I think the living room should be cleaned up tomorrow—"
With two loud noises, Ron's two twin brothers, Fred and George, appeared in the center of the room like thin air. The pig screamed louder, and now its hovering range included Hedwig on the top of the closet.
"Don't do this next time!" Ron said weakly to his two brothers. In fact, Fred and George are not quite like his brothers. Up to now, they are stronger and slightly stronger than Ron. short.
I had to admire Ron's development speed, maybe he was heading for Hagrid.
"Hello, Harry," George said happily to him, "we think we heard your pleasant voice."
"You don't have to control your anger like that, Harry, let them all burst out," Fred said equally happily. "Maybe we won't be able to hear you until 50 miles away."
"Then you two passed the standard wizard rating test?" Harry asked furiously.
"There is a difference," Fred said, holding something in his hand that looked like a rather long, brightly colored band.
"It will take you at least 30 seconds to go downstairs from here," Ron said.
"There is time, brother," Fred said, "Anyway, you are hindering our work now. Shunfeng."
Fred yelled in response to Harry's raised eyebrows, and at the same time picked up the strap that Harry now saw hanging on the ground.
"We are trying to hear what is going downstairs?"
"You have to be careful," Ron said, staring at Shunfeng Ear, "If Mom sees them again—"
"The risk is worth it. What they are holding is a major meeting, and Fanlin will not tell us at all because of the confidentiality regulations." Fred said.
The door was opened again, and long bright red hair appeared, "Oh, hello, Harry!" Ron’s sister Ginny was talking, and her face was bright, "I think I heard you Voice."
Then, Ginny turned to Fred and George and said, "I can't hear you here-let's go with a smooth ear. Mom cast a muffling spell on the kitchen door before leaving."
"How did you know?" George looked downcast.
"Tonks told me how to identify those doors," Ginny said. "I stood at the top of the stairs and threw the door with a dung egg, but it bounced off, so Shun Feng Er couldn't get a sound from the gap below."
Fred let out a deep sigh. "Ashamed. I really want to know what old Snape is doing?"
"Snape?" Harry said quickly. "Is he here?"
"Yes!" George said with a sigh. He approached the door carefully and sat on one of the beds. Fred and Ginny followed him. "He is submitting a report. This is top secret."
"That rice bucket," Fred said lazily.
"He is on our side now," Hermione said reproachfully. Ron sneered at Hermione's argument
"Don't stop that guy from becoming a rice bucket. The way he looks at us is the same as the way we look at him. Even Fanlin is no exception, everyone knows." Ron touched his nose. To Snape, There was no one like it.
"Bill doesn't like him either," Ginny said, as if this would resolve the dispute.
Harry wasn't sure that his anger had eased, but his desire for information now overwhelmed the urge to continue yelling. He fell on the bed with his back to the others.
"Is Bill here?" Harry asked. "I think he is currently working in Egypt."
"He applied for a paperwork, so he can come back and work for Phoenix Order." Fred said.
"He said he missed the pyramid, but," George smirked, "Bill thought it was compensated."
"What do you mean?"
"Remember that old Fleur Delacour?" George said, "She got a job at Devil Bank Grigos"
"And now Bill offers her a lot of private lessons," Fred snickered.
"Charlie is also working for Phoenix Order," George said, "but he is still in Romania. Dumbledore wants to recruit as many foreign wizards as possible, so Charlie is trying to get in touch with them these days."
"Can't Percy do this job?" Harry asked.
The last time he heard news from the Weasley's third child was that he was working for the International Magic Cooperation Division of the Ministry of Magic.
At Harry's words, all the Weasley family members and Hermione exchanged an overshadowed look.
"No matter what you do, don't mention Percy in front of Mom and Dad," Ron told Harry in a nervous tone.
"Why not?" Harry asked puzzledly.
"Because every time you mention Percy, whatever Dad holds in his hand will break, and Mom starts to cry," Fred said.
"That's really bad." Ginny said sadly.
"I think we scared him," George said, with no ugly features on his face.
"What happened?" Harry asked.
"Percy and Dad had a heated argument," Fred said. "I never saw Dad treat anyone else like this, and Mom usually yelled."
"That was what happened in the first week after the semester," Ron said. "We are going to join the Phoenix Order. Percy ran home and told us that he was promoted."
"You're kidding," Harry said. Although Harry knew Percy was ambitious, his impression of Percy was that his first job in the Ministry was not outstanding. Percy made a big mistake, he didn't realize that his boss had been controlled by Voldemort. (Of course the Ministry of Magic would not believe this-they just thought Mr. Crouch was crazy.)
"Yes, we were also surprised," George said. "Because Percy is involved in a series of troubles related to Crouch, everything needs to be investigated. They said Percy should be aware of Crouch's Lost control and reported to his superiors. But you know Percy’s, after Crouch left, he is responsible for everything, and he has no complaints."
"So how did they promote him?"
"That's exactly what we were puzzled by," Ron said, and it seemed that he was eager to maintain this normal conversation after Harry stopped ranting. "He was truly complacent and ran to our house - even better than usual. Even more happy, if you can imagine it—and tell dad that he has won a position in Cornelius Fudge’s own office. For someone who just left Hogwarts a year ago, this is a real Good position: to be a senior assistant to the Minister of Magic. I think he hopes to impress Dad."
"But Dad didn't," Fred said through gritted teeth.
"Why not?" Harry asked.
"Of course, it is clear that Cornelius Fudge is ranting in the ministry to make sure that no one has any contact with Dumbledore," George said.
"The name of Dumbledore has bothered the Ministry like mud these days," Fred continued. "They all think that when he says things like'Do you know who's back?' he is just making trouble."
"Dad told Connelly Fudge that his intention was obvious, and that everyone who was on the same line as Dumbledore would sweep out from the desk," George said.
"The trouble is, Connelly Fudge doubts Dad. He knows Dad is a friend of Dumbledore, and because of his interest in Muggle culture, he always thinks Dad is a bit weird."
"But what does this have to do with Percy?" Harry was completely confused. "I'm going to stop here. Dad is convinced that Fanny's only purpose in recruiting Percy into his office is to let him spy on our home-and Dumbledore." Harry made a low grunt. "But Percy likes this." Ron laughed in an empty way. "He's completely crazy. He said-ok, he said a lot of terrible things. He said that since he entered the Ministry of Magic he had to fight his father's disgusting reputation. And father has no ambitions, that's why We always-you know-always don't have a lot of money, I mean-" "What?" Harry said in disbelief, and Ginny made a noise like an angry kitten. "I know," Ron said in a low voice. "It's worse. He said that Dad was an idiot around Dumbledore, Dumbledore was the source of the big troubles, and Dad would fall with him, and he-Percy-knew his loyalty Which way to put it, he should be loyal to the Ministry. And if father and mother want to become traitors to the Ministry, he wants everyone to know that he no longer belongs to the family. And he packed and left that night. He I live in London now." Harry breathed a low curse. He hated Percy the most among the Weasley brothers, but he couldn't imagine that he would say these things to Mr. Weasley anyway. "Mom did the right thing," Ron said vaguely, "you know-she cried and said. She went to London to talk to Percy, but he slammed the door in front of his mother. I don’t know what happens when he meets Dad at work—I beg you, forget him.

But Percy must know that Voldemort is back,
Harry said slowly,
he’s not stupid. , He must know that his parents would not take risks without evidence." "Yes, yes, your name is also involved in this quarrel," Ron gave Harry a secret look and said, " Percy said that the only evidence is yours...he said...he doesn't think it is credible."
"Percy believes in the Daily Prophet too much," Hermione sarcastically said, and the others nodded.
"What did they say?" Harry asked, looking at them.
But everyone was watching him carefully.
"You haven't—did you read the Daily Prophet?" Hermione asked nervously.
"Yes, I have!" Harry called.
"Hmm-did you finish reading it?" Hermione still asked nervously.
"They never read page after page," Harry said conservatively. "If they want to report anything about Voldemort, it must be on the front page, right?"
Others cowered when they heard the name, and Hermione said quickly, "You should read it page by page, but they—they mentioned you twice in a week."
"But I only saw—"
"No, if you just read the homepage, you won't see it," Hermione shook her head. "We are not discussing a big article. They are just a stroke, as if you were telling a joke."
"what did they say?"
"That's really shameful," Hermione said in a voice that was as calm as possible. "They were just based on Rita's material."
"But she didn't write anything anymore, did she?"
"Oh, no, she kept her promise-she didn't have any chance," Hermione added satisfied, "but the foundation she built is now busy with those guys."
"What does it say?" Harry asked impatiently.
"Well, you know she wrote that you were squashed all over, and that your scars are aching, and there are others~EbookFREE.me~Yes," Harry replied, wanting to be soon It's impossible to forget the Rita story for him.
"Now they write you as a bewitched and watched person, do you think you are a great tragic hero or something else." Hermione said quickly, as if she thought the sooner Harry’s anger less, "They continue to slander you. If there is a story from a distance, they will say,'This should be another Harry Potter legend', and if Anyone who has a funny accident or something, they will say, "I hope this guy will not leave a scar on his forehead, otherwise we will be told to adore him next time"—"
"I never wanted anyone to worship—" Harry began to get excited.
"I know you won't," Hermione said quickly, she seemed helpless, "I know, Harry. But look at what they are doing? They want to turn you into someone no one believes. Guy. I bet this is Cornelius Fudge behind the scenes. They want the entire wizarding world to think of you as some silly kid who likes to play jokes, who keeps making up ridiculous long stories. It’s just because he likes to be famous and wants to continue to be famous."