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Mrs. Weasley's words made Amber raise his eyebrows subconsciously. He didn't expect that the relationship between his family and the Weasley family seemed to be much deeper than he imagined.

When the accident happened to the Cadmus family, Amber had already started to remember, and he naturally knew that his parents were not the kind of characters who were willing to visit others frequently.

In this case. His father once visited the Weasley family, which proves that the relationship between the two families is far more intimate than imagined.

Thinking of this, the smile on Amber's face became even brighter.

Follow Mrs Weasley into the Burrow. Seeing him arranging the room for himself, Amber felt more and more that the family atmosphere was indeed warm.

It's just that in this distorted magical world, people like the Weasley family are destined to be regarded as aliens.

This magical world has been distorted to the point where there is no "five-nine-seven" remedy, and everything he has done is to break and reshape it and return to a righteous path.

"Amber, you and Ronald share a room, okay?"

"Of course, Mrs Weasley."

After sorting out his things, Amber took the initiative to come to the kitchen and skillfully helped Mrs. Weasley to start.

"Son, you still cook? Poor boy, you must be having a hard time. Really, Dumbledore is too much. 35

Mrs. Weasley's babble was so similar to the twins that Amber opened his mouth several times, but couldn't find a chance to explain that cooking was just a hobby of his own.

So I can only make mistakes, and while listening to Mrs. Weasley's nagging, I quickly and skillfully processed various ingredients.

"Tsk tsk, I knew we were going to fall out of favor when Amber came."

"Amber, you are the kind of son that mom likes the most. You can do housework, study well, and worry-free."

"As for us, we can only be humble—"

"Carefully--"

"The poor hid in the bedroom, quietly waiting for dinner to come.

The Weasley brothers are never late, and when Mrs. Weasley raised the spatula and yelled at the twins, Mr. Weasley finally returned home.

"Oh, sorry, a phone booth has suddenly run away, we have to deal with this - hello Amber, glad you're coming over to our house."

"Hello, Mr Weasley, I hope I didn't bother you.

Amber, with his usual politeness, and through Mr. Weasley, gained a new understanding of how the Ministry of Magic worked.

On this day of Christmas, there are still people who dare to cast spells on the phone booth in full view.

The Muggle Protection Act, or the Wizarding Concealment Act, has been enacted for more than 300 years, and now it is becoming less and less effective.

These people are on the road to death, and the proud wizards never think, when the missile cannon really falls on their heads, where is their future?

With that in mind, Amber felt more and more of a long way to go.

However, on this day of Christmas, he would definitely not make any inappropriate expressions, attracting inquiries from everyone.

As Mr. Weasley returned home, Ronald and young Ginny, who had been running outside, also returned home one after another.

Perhaps because of the fascination of several older brothers, although Ginny still expressed fear and disgust after hearing that she was a Slytherin, most of them were still curious.

And the little girl is the best to coax, just a small toy, which makes Ginny completely forget about the estrangement in her identity, and happily circle around herself.

If the divide between Muggles and wizards could be resolved with such ease, then everything would be fine.

"Stop! Amber Cadmus, it's not allowed to think about work today!

Finding his mind wandering away again, Amber slammed his temple hard.

Work and rest, work and rest. You can't keep your mind tense all the time.

Forcing himself to completely forget those missions and ideals, Amber immersed himself in the joyous ocean of the Weasley family.

Christmas dinner at the Weasleys, although nothing special.

But after Mrs. Weasley's careful cooking, the simplest meat and potatoes have a different flavor.

Watching Amber devoured the food, the Weasleys' eyes were even more loving.

Finally, dinner was over in a lively atmosphere, and all the children were forced to bed by Mrs. Weasley.

And Amber is sitting in the small living room, listening to the twins' protests and Ronald's complaints, sipping tea quietly.

A moment later, Mr. Weasley also sat beside him with a pipe in his mouth.

Neither of them said a word, immersed in the afterglow of this joy, quietly enjoying a moment of tranquility.

"Uh... Amber, how have you been all these years? 39

As he spoke, Mr. Weasley scratched his hair in distress. It was obvious that he was not as familiar with provocation as the old bee.

"It's not bad, the property left by my parents is enough for me to use it as an adult.

Amber didn't say much, the less people know about Merlin's relic, the better.

But Mr. Weasley didn't seem to want to talk about it further. He sat there scratching his ears and cheeks like he was sitting on a needle board, obviously distressed, what should he say?

"Arthur, you don't have to blame yourself like that.

Fortunately, this awkward atmosphere did not last long.

After comforting her group of children, Mrs. Weasley also came to the living room, and when she saw her husband was at a loss, she gently pressed his shoulders and comforted him softly.

"There's always a face, Molly.""

Perhaps it was the presence of his wife who gave Mr. Weasley great courage, and he took a deep breath. It seems to be cheering for myself 2.0.

Immediately, he stood up and bowed deeply to Amber, with a tone of remorse that could not be concealed:

"I have to apologize to you, Amber, when Bellatrix and the others were able to break into your house, I have an unshirkable responsibility."

"I don't understand what you're saying, Mr. Weasley.""

Amber wanted to dodge subconsciously at first, but after hearing Mr. Weasley's words. He was stunned there.

He remembered the events of that year very clearly. Bellatrix, the Death Eaters led by his dear aunt, rushed to the relic of Merlin when he broke into the Cadmus mansion.

How does this matter relate to Mr. Weasley?

[Four changes are completed, the author sincerely asks for votes].