People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

"Mundungus is missing again!" Moody limped into the kitchen with his crutches and poured a glass of Firewhiskey.

Bill took Harry's luggage and birdcage off Hagrid's motorcycle and handed them to Ron. "I remember he was the one who came up with the substitute plan."

Kingsley slammed the table and said bluntly: "It was he who betrayed us, otherwise all this cannot be explained!"

"Okay, let's go to bed first." Molly wiped the tears from her face and said as she cleared the glasses on the table, "I have to remind you that it's already midnight."

Ron carried Hedwig's birdcage, and the white snowy owl fluttered its wings in the cage. "I'm going to feed the piglet and him something."

Hermione and Ginny stood on the stairs waiting for Aphrodite, and she walked over to Harry and took his arm.

Harry looked at the bleak moonlight in the garden, his heart pounding, and the scar on his forehead began to hurt like a needle.

"Harry, don't let him take over your mind."

Harry was slightly stunned, and he had no time to tell others what he had just seen.

“Learn to turn off your brain.”

Afro stood on tiptoe and gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek: "Good night, sweet dreams."

When Harry finally left the kitchen, he heard Molly and Lupin say at the corner of the stairs: "Don't worry about it. Leave this banquet to me."

At least this time, they still had a banquet to look forward to.

Harry thought to himself.

Over the next few days, Harry took out some books he had found in Dumbledore's office and a worn map, and began marking the map while scribbling on blank pieces of parchment.

"Hey, you're not even seventeen yet. You still have tracking threads on you, so we can only sit here and make plans." Ron brought a plate of cookies and placed it on the table covered with books, then he and Afro squeezed into a sofa chair.

"On the 31st, the tracking thread will disappear." Afro circled a location on the map with a red ink feather pen.

"Five days left," said Harry.

Ron saw that they were so busy that they didn't even have time to eat, so he picked up a biscuit and stuffed it into their mouths.

"Tell me the truth, don't you already know where those things are?"

"I don't know." Harry admitted honestly.

Hermione shook out a newspaper and quickly glanced at the news: "...The Ministry of Magic recently discovered that some shops were illegally selling a new type of potion, claiming that it can cure some dark magic injuries. The Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes of the Ministry of Magic reminds all wizards to be careful to identify magic potions and avoid being deceived..."

"A new type of magic potion?" Ron repeated, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind. "Could it be the one you are researching?"

"Yes, our store is responsible for sales and wholesale." Fred pushed open the door of the small attic and leaned on the door frame: "Don't worry, the Ministry of Magic won't find us."

"Why?" Ron saw Lupin and Moody passing by the stairs at the door of the room, so he lowered his voice: "Aren't you a joke shop? Can you also sell potions?"

"Little Ronnie, Weasley's Joke Shop sells everything." George called them downstairs for breakfast, and said to them as they went downstairs: "Also, the name of the researcher and discoverer of the potion is Snape."

"What does Snape's research on potions have to do with us?"

Ron stood there for three seconds, then gave a thumbs up, "High, you guys are really high."

Mr. Weasley, Bill, and Percy had already left for work. Fred glanced through the archway into the corridor, and when he had made sure their mother was not in sight, he came up to Harry.

"Harry, Mom has been trying to get some information from us. Dad and Lupin have also asked us. We said this is Dumbledore's secret. You should be ready in a moment."

Sure enough, during the meal, Molly tried every means to find out their next plan from Harry.

Topics ranged from old unpaired socks to items needed for the new semester.

"I don't think you need to give up your studies." After Molly realized that no matter how she tried to ask questions, she would not get the answer she wanted, she simply said it directly.

"Dumbledore left me something..." Harry replied vaguely.

"That's nonsense! Dumbledore has an Order of the Phoenix to dispatch, he doesn't need a bunch of underage kids like you!"

Molly realized that her tone was a little too stiff, so she suddenly returned to her relaxed tone: "I don't think you would object to hosting a party for Lupin and Tonks? There are still many things to do."

The children at the table held their breath and dared not even move the forks in their hands.

"Aunt Molly, don't worry, we won't give up our studies." Afro said with a smile.

"Aphrodite..." Harry opened his mouth to say something, but was silenced by the mashed potatoes on her fork.

"How sensible, dear." Molly stood up, touched their hair, and left with a basket of ribbons.

Afro looked at Harry, who seemed to be hesitant to speak, and said to him, "Aunt Molly won't listen to anything you say now. Let's leave here while the party is going on."

From this point on, Molly kept them busy, giving them little time to plan the search for the Horcruxes, and she tried to keep the children apart with small tasks until the day of the feast.

During this period, Harry repeatedly persuaded Hermione and Ron not to act with him, but they refused.

"If Afro can be with you, then so can we," Ron said righteously.

"Harry, we decided this months or years ago." Hermione threw together Lockhart's books that she had read before and some unwanted books: "I stole all the Polyjuice Potion that Moody hid under the table -"

"And my parents, Afro's parents have sent them to Australia..."

As she spoke, Hermione's eyes filled with tears, and Afro hugged her and shook her head at Harry.

"You don't have to worry about anyone leaking us. I haven't even told Cream."

"Hermione - I'm sorry - I didn't -"

A streak of silver light flashed across the yard, leaped onto a table, and transformed into a silver weasel that stood upright on its back, speaking in the voice of Mr. Weasley.

"The Minister of Magic is here with me."

Aphrodite, Harry, Ron and Hermione rushed to the window and leaned out to look at the bustling garden.

Scrimgeour limped into the garden, his graying hair making him look much older than the last time they met.

"Sorry to bother you." He found himself intruding into a party. His eyes lingered on the cake for a moment before he continued, "Excuse me, where is Harry Potter?"

He looked around the garden and looked at Molly: "There is also Miss Aphrodite Campbell, Mr. Ron Weasley, and Miss Hermione Granger."