Vol 2 Chapter 805: Before departure

Harry woke up suddenly and completely at 5:30 the next morning, as if someone was yelling in his ear.
For a while, he lay steadily on the bed. The scene of the disciplinary hearing filled every corner of his mind, almost unbearable for Harry, so he jumped out of the bed and put on his glasses.
Fanlin had left early, and he was not the only one to leave today. In Fanlin's words, if possible, he would be willing to accompany Harry to the hearing.
Mrs. Weasley has cleaned his jeans and t-shirt and placed them at the foot of the bed. The blank picture on the wall is also smiling. Ron lay on his back with his limbs spread, his mouth wide open, and soon fell asleep, and he was not awakened when Harry walked through the room.
Harry walked out of the bedroom and stood on the floor and gently closed the door behind him. Harry tried to think about the problem systematically again. He looked at Ron and maybe they could never be classmates at Hogwarts again.
Harry calmly went downstairs, passed through the head decorations of Kreacher's ancestors, and then down into the kitchen.
He had hoped that there was no one in the kitchen now, or only Fanlin himself... but when Harry reached the door he heard a low voice of conversation from the other side.
He opened the door and saw the Weasleys, Sirius, Lupin, and Tonks all sitting inside, and Fanlin and Hermione as the end of the table... It almost seemed like they were waiting for him. same.
Everyone except Mrs. Weasley was well-dressed, and Mrs. Weasley wore a quilted purple nightgown.
She was busy with breakfast when Harry came in.
"Breakfast," Mrs. Weasley drew out her magic wand and hurriedly lit the fire.
"Morning-early-good morning, Harry," Tonks said with a yawn. Her hair was white and slightly curly this morning, "Come and sit down." She pulled out a chair and moved the one next to it.
"What do you want, Harry?" Mrs. Weasley asked. "Oatmeal? Muffins? Marinated fish? Bacon and eggs? Or toast?"
"It's - it's going to toast, thank you," Harry said. Lupin glanced at Harry, and then said to Tonks, "What happened to Squim you just said?"
"Oh... yes... well, we need to be more careful. He has asked Kingsley and me some strange questions..." Harry felt a vague gratitude. He didn't need to participate in the conversation. His body is squirming.
Mrs. Weasley put two slices of toast and orange jam in front of Harry; he tried to eat it, but it tasted like chewing wax. Mrs. Weasley sat on his other side and started to make a fuss about his T-shirt, flattening the label, and smoothing the crease from the shoulder. But Harry hoped she would not do it.
"...And I have to tell Dumbledore that I can't be on the night shift tomorrow night, I'm just too--too--too tired," Tonks finished with another big yawn.
"You have to learn to adapt, Tonks." Fanlin laughed. "Moody said, this is a very important job, but after we are gone, only Mr. Weasley and Weasley are the only ones. My wife and Mr. Lupin can help you, but Bill should be back in two days..."
"Oh, thank goodness, I won't let him go," Tonks said when his mouth grew.
"I'll do it for you," Mrs. Weasley said. "I'm fine. I have to finish a report anyway."
Mr. Weasley did not wear a wizard's robe, but instead wore pinstriped trousers and an old bomber jacket. He turned his head from Tonks to Harry.
"how do you feel?"
Harry shrugged, he was a little numb, and Fanlin and Tonks' ridicule didn't arouse his interest.
"It will be over soon," Mr. Weasley said, cheering up, "you will be fine in a few hours."
"The hearing will be held in the office of Emira Bones, who is on the same floor as mine. She is the head of the Enforcement Department of Magic Regulations, which is the department that is investigating you."
"Emilia Burns is a good person, Harry," Tonks said sincerely, "She is fair, and she will listen to you carefully."
Harry nodded, he still had nothing to say, in fact, he was a little out of place at this moment.
"Don't do that, Harry, it's not a big deal, and..." Fanlin came over and said, "I and Hermione agree that you will meet the people you want to meet."
"People you met?"
"Of course it's Dumbledore." Hermione glanced across Fanlin. "That's it, Harry, Dumbledore can't leave you alone, and..."
"And don't lose your heart," Sirius said suddenly, "be polite and close to the truth."
Harry nodded again ~EbookFREE.me~The law is on your side," Lupin said calmly, "Even minor wizards are allowed to use magic at the moment of life and death. "
Suddenly a cold wave spread from Harry's neck to his back; for a moment Harry thought someone had cast a disillusionment spell on him, then he realized that Mrs. Weasley was combing his hair with a wet comb. She pressed hard against Harry's head.
"Have your hair been flat and compliant?" Mrs. Weasley asked disappointedly.
Harry shook his head.
Mr. Weasley checked his watch and then looked up at Harry. "I think we are leaving now," he said. "We went a little earlier, but I think it's better for you to leave for the Ministry of Magic earlier than here as ants on a hot pot."
"Okay," Harry replied subconsciously. He put down the toast in his hand and stood up.
"You'll be fine, Harry." Tonks said, pressing Harry's shoulder like a good friend.
"Good luck," Lupin said, "I am sure you will be fine."
"If things don't go as expected," Sirius gritted his teeth, "I will visit Emilia Burns for you, and Scrimgeour, the Auror department should..."
"Forget it, don't say it's useless, Sirius." Fanlin shook his head, "Listen, Harry, this is something that shouldn't be taken care of at all. In fact, they called Wizenga for you. It is already illegal for Moroccan members to conduct the hearing..."
"And..." Hermione continued, "According to the law, you are also legal."
Harry smiled weakly.
Mrs. Weasley gave him a hug. "We will all pray for you," she said
"Okay," Harry said, "Um... then goodbye."