Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Rufus Scrimgeour's sudden move was disturbing, and no one knew exactly what he was going to do.

In fact, to be more precise, nobody knows what to do now as Minister of Magic.

Whoever switches to Scrimgeour's position will not be able to make a move in the face of such a terrible situation.

In Ivan's view, the Ministry of Magic and the existing order of the Magic Realm are beyond salvation, not to mention Voldemort's powerful enough power to crush it, and the Ministry's interior is corrupted by greedy corrupt officials and pureblood wizards, without which there is no chance of victory. Think about it, even guys like Dolores Umbridge who did so many ridiculous things in Hogwarts can still be senior vice ministers. What hope does this Ministry have?

It's too impractical for Scrimgeour to want to do this alone.

Not to mention how many supporters he still has are unknown, and those he believes to be loyal are likely to have been magically controlled.

Ivan thought for a long time on the other side of the bed, thinking that the only possibility of saving the Ministry of Magic was probably to seek a new life in destruction.

However, Scrimgeour probably doesn't have much of a chance...

The next day, Bill and Furong's wedding took place as usual.

Mr. Weasley did not go to the ministry because he was responsible for the wedding, Sirius and Lupin left overnight.

Around 5 o'clock, Sirius received the latest news, and there was a huge disagreement within the Ministry of Magic over Skringer's thoughts, which is why no action was taken. They were discussing the possibility of attacking Malfoy Manor and Voldemort overnight. In the past, they continued to discuss this matter, which is likely to go away again.

Sirius and others, however, need to keep a close eye on the Ministry of Magic and if there is no problem, they will come to the wedding in the afternoon.

So from the current situation, there's nothing to worry about, and it's another farce.

After receiving a letter from Sirius, Mrs. Weasley seemed to be in a good mood, but soon another letter was sent to her by an owl.

She hid in the kitchen all by herself and Ivan noticed her eyes red when she came out of the kitchen again, apparently crying.

No one said anything, as you all know, the letter came from Percy.

Since graduation, Percy's relationship with everyone has become worse and almost irreparable.

After breakfast, Ivan, Harry, Ron, Fred and George were arranged to stand outside a giant white tent in the orchard, waiting for the wedding guests. Ivan and Harry drank high doses of compound soup, and they now look like two red-haired Muggle boys in the local village of Audrey St. Catchpole, and Fred used a flying spell to steal several of those boys' hair.

They plan to introduce their guests to Ivan and Harry as cousins Bamo and Barney, who are well known to the Weasley family anyway, hoping to cover him up.

Around nine o'clock, invited guests arrived.

They are all relatives of the Weasley family, large numbers, a family of wizards who have inherited thousands of years, always have many relatives, or far or near. It's like a big tree, and the parts of the ground that may be small, but the roots below are intricate, as are the Weasleys, and most other pureblooded wizards.

At some point, these relationships can play an amazing role.

If you think that the pureblood wizard family is just a bunch of cold sorcerers living in old houses that have been inherited for generations, you are mistaken.

The seating chart is pinched in each of the five hands to help point the Guest to the right seat.

Around 9: 30, a group of waiters in white robes and a band in golden blouses arrived, and at this moment these wizards were sitting under a tree not far away, smoking pipes, and they could see the blue smoke rising there.

A long purple carpet is laid at the entrance to the large tent, with rows of fine, slim golden chairs on each side.

White and golden flowers wrapped around the columns, and Fred and George tied a string of golden balloons over Bill and Furong's upcoming wedding ceremony. Outside, bees and butterflies lazily dance on grass and shrub hedges.

“Evan, what do you think?” Harry asks Ivan how uncomfortable he is.

The Muggle boy he impersonated was a little fatter than he was, and in the hot summer sun, he felt his gown robe hot and tight.

“It's hot, I'm fainting!” Ivan says he feels hot too, but it's good that the Muggle boy he's posing as isn't too fat, "how long do we have to stand here? ”

“There may be more than an hour left until all the guests arrive. This is just a guest arriving in the morning and someone will be here in the afternoon, so we have to greet them here.” Fred pulled the collar off his robe and said, "That's terrible. I'm not going to do this shit when I get married. You can wear whatever you want. I'm going to put a whole body curse on Mom until it's done. ”

“But she did okay this morning!” George said, "As you all saw, Percy couldn't come crying, but who rarely came? ”

“I wish he hadn't come!” Fred continued, "Where's Sirius? Lupin was here last night? What's going on?”

“Something went wrong with the Ministry of Magic.” Ivan said, "Skringer has gathered all the arrogance to fight Voldemort! ”

“What?! ”

“Take it easy, he has this idea, but nobody supports it, there are huge differences within the Ministry of Magic, and they're still discussing it, and it's most likely not going to happen. ”

“The Ministry of Magic is hopeless. I've never seen a more stupid battle plan! A surprise attack discusses the whole night plus one morning, do they think the enemy..." George commented, suddenly stopping, staring straight ahead, "Oh, my God, Fred, get ready! Here they come. Look! ”

At the farthest end of the yard, brightly colored figures emerge one after another.

A few minutes later, a team formed and began to wind through the garden towards the large tent.

Strange flowers and magical birds tremble on the witches' hats, and precious stones sparkle on the collars of many witches.

The crowd was getting closer and closer to the tent, and the excited, whispering noise was getting louder and louder, flooding the bees with buzz.

“Wonderful. I think I saw a couple of cousins.” George said, stretching their necks to see more clearly, "They need someone to help them understand British customs and I'll take care of them...”

“Don't be so hasty, listen!” Fred said that he was not slow at all, rushing past the middle-aged witches in front of the team and saying in French to the two beautiful French girls first, "Hey, allow me to serve you. ”

The French girl giggled, letting him go in with them, leaving George to deal with the middle-aged witches, where he shouted dissatisfied...