The Shopkeeper of All Worlds in the British Wizarding World

Chapter 608: In the Burrow (Additional chapter for Yang Feiyang)

That night, Ryan and his fellow young people lived together in a tent set up in the kitchen. Because there were too many people staying here tonight, and the Burrow was too small to make enough beds. So Ryan and his fellow young people could only set up tents to make do for the night. Fortunately, the tents in the magic world were not so cramped.

What was worse was that Ryan was sleeping that night when he heard a scream from Harry's room. He jumped off the bed, picked up the wand on the bedside, put on his coat and ran to the room where Harry was. When he ran out, he saw Hermione, who lived across the street, rushing out dressed in almost the same way as him.

"Harry, what's wrong with you?" While Hermione stayed outside the door on guard, Ryan pushed open the door of Harry's room and walked in. Then he looked at Harry sitting up in his pajamas with a shocked look on his face.

"I just saw Voldemort." Harry did not try to hide what he had just seen. "He is now extremely angry, torturing the Death Eaters in a large house with a fireplace and a long table, because they suffered heavy losses today due to false information."

"That sounds like good news." Ryan nodded. "But this connection with the mysterious man's soul should stop! Your scar - it shouldn't be like this anymore! You must never allow that connection to be established again."

"I know, but I really can't close my brain." Harry shook his head helplessly. "It's not that I didn't practice seriously, but Voldemort's thoughts always managed to break through the defenses in my brain."

"I think you can try this." Ryan thought for a moment and took out a silver-white ribbon. "Tie this on your head and feel it."

Harry took the strap from Ryan's hand and tied it on his head. After feeling it for a while, he said, "It feels amazing. I feel like a pair of warm wings are hugging and protecting my brain."

"That's good." Ryan nodded. "This is a new magic item I made recently. The main purpose was to prevent mental interference when I was researching. After listening to your description, I can be sure that as long as the mysterious person doesn't get too close to you, you can basically be immune to the uncontrolled state of two souls connecting like you are experiencing."

"Thank you." Harry looked at Ryan and said seriously. "Also, I swear I didn't mean to criticize you at all when I spoke this afternoon. I was really just talking about myself. Please believe me."

"I believe you, Harry." Ryan yawned. "Besides, it should be one in the morning now. The sound you just made was really scary. Okay, I'm going to bed. See you tomorrow morning."

"The others are too weak to be vigilant." After closing the door of Harry's bedroom, Ryan roughly explained to Hermione what had just happened. Hermione nodded after listening, and then curled her lips at the door where the Weasley twins and Ron were sleeping. "If there was really an attack just now, I don't think they would have been able to react sufficiently."

"You should believe in the double defenses set up by the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic around here, and what they encountered today was too exciting for them, so it is normal for them to sleep deeply at this time because of the self-protection of the brain. You can't use our level to measure others." Ryan said, and then he kissed Hermione on the cheek. "Okay, go to bed quickly. You have to get up early tomorrow."

In the next few days, everyone seemed very busy. For example, Ryan began to make a new batch of alchemical props for the members of the Order of the Phoenix with the help of Hermione. Only Harry and Ron seemed to be relatively idle. But soon Mrs. Weasley found them, and soon they were busy preparing for the wedding.

Ryan was thinking about the future during this period of time besides making alchemy tools. He felt that if Dumbledore was still alive, Voldemort would basically not attack the Ministry of Magic on the wedding day as in the original book. However, Ryan also lost the ability to predict Voldemort's next move, making everything in front of him seem to be shrouded in fog. "Forget him. In short, we will fight against the enemy and cover the water. It will be in time to respond after Voldemort launches an attack. But it's strange that I didn't worry about this when I was weak before, but now that I can resist Voldemort head-on, I start to think about it." After thinking for a while, Ryan smiled with relief and continued to complete the work at hand. In this era of war, magic tools related to war are always insufficient.

"I'm so exhausted." This was two nights before the wedding, Harry complained before preparing for dinner. "You know, Ron and I have been washing dishes endlessly these two days, matching the colors of gifts, ribbons and flowers, clearing the garden of gnomes, and helping Mrs. Weasley bake a lot of appetizer pancakes."

"It can't be helped. Everyone is busy." Ryan took the plates from the cupboard to the table and put them away one by one. "But someone has to prepare for the wedding. Mrs. Weasley can't do it alone."

After several people set up the tableware, the door opened, and Mr. Weasley, Kingsley and Bill walked in, and then sat down at the dining table with a slightly tired look. Perhaps because Malfoy and his mother lived in No. 12 Grimmauld Place and Snape's defection, many members of the Order of the Phoenix now often choose to come to the Burrow for dinner.

For this reason, the kitchen was crowded with people after dinner, and it was difficult to use a knife and fork. Ryan had to move his arms carefully to ensure that he would not bump his elbow into Hermione who was sitting next to him.

"What's the situation outside recently?" Ryan broke the silence and asked Bill on the other side of him when they were almost done eating.
"Nothing happened, or it's been too quiet these days." Bill put down his knife and fork with a serious face. "The conflict two days ago was quite a big deal, but none of the newspapers mentioned it recently, and even the Ministry of Magic didn't make any move on it. You know, several illegal door keys were used that time. If it were usual, they would have come to the door to question us, but they are doing nothing now."

"Does the Ministry of Magic intend to bury its head in the sand like an ostrich in this critical situation?" Harry widened his eyes.

"Although it sounds incredible, it is sometimes true," said Mr. Weasley. "Scrimgeour is unwilling to admit that You-Know-Who is that powerful, and even less willing to admit that the Ministry of Magic has completely lost control of the current situation."

"So what about the others besides Scrimgeour?" Ryan asked. "There are quite a few people in the Ministry of Magic, and there are many who are natural opponents of the You-Know-Who, such as the Muggle-born wizards on the front line. Aren't they willing to stand up for themselves?"

"Of course, but people are scared," Mr. Weasley replied. "They're scared that they'll be the next to go missing, that their children will be the next to be attacked! Terrible rumors are spreading everywhere, and many people are indeed disappearing mysteriously. But the Ministry of Magic, who should be the most involved at this time, can't even protect its own staff. All Scrimgeour can do is lock himself in his office all day. I really hope he is making plans."

No one spoke for a moment, until Mrs. Weasley magically collected the empty plates on the counter and brought out the apple pie.

"Well, let's be happy, after all, the wedding is in two days. As the organizers, we can't be so dejected." Mrs. Weasley said. "I hope that at least everyone can participate in the wedding with a smile."

(End of this chapter)