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Chapter 647 Christmas Disappearance Case
"How's school going, Ronnie?"

Mrs. Weasley looked at Ron, whose changes were not obvious, and asked with concern.

Percy has already submitted the report on land approval, and is just waiting for approval to find a good time to build the house - unfortunately there are too few staff in the department, so it is difficult to move for the time being.

The twin brothers said they would be back soon, but there is no sign of them yet.

Charlie is very busy, and so is Bill. Currently, there are only three siblings left at home: Percy, Ron and Ginny.

"It's fine, Mom. It's just that this year is very tiring - and the competition is very stressful, and we have a lot of new players."

Ron shook his head and explained weakly.

Since his two good friends were both competing, he had no choice but to follow them.

There was nothing much to say about spells. Professor Flitwick gave him a lot of help, and now - according to the professor, he can already get an O with certainty.

However, the aftereffects of focusing on one subject broke out now. He was not good at Transfiguration, Potions, History of Magic, and divination.

The main focus is on paying off debts, and it is particularly difficult to learn.

Let me put it this way, even in History of Magic, his grades were lower than Taylor's last year...

This is a subject that many fifth-year Hogwarts students use to find comfort!
"When will they come back?"

Ron looked around the expanded home and asked, "Did Percy remodel the house again?"

"Yes, Dad agreed to let him practice at home. Your room was not touched. He just expanded the kitchen and living room."

Mrs. Weasley replied dotingly, before glancing at the family clock to see what was happening with the twins - their family clock was an ancient alchemical creation that displayed the status of each family member.

With just one glance, she knew that her two twin sons were on their way home.

She smiled with relief, but her eyes couldn't help but drift to the other side. In an instant, Mrs. Weasley's face lost all color, but she tried to calm herself down.

She walked over quickly, trying to check whether this ancient alchemical creation with divination effects was working properly - this action also caught Ron's attention.

"Snapped!"

The cup in Ron's hand fell to the ground and shattered.

He could hardly believe his eyes, but his mother's panic and his sister's panic told him that what he saw might be true.

On that clock, the pointer representing Weasley's eldest son Bill was now pointing straight towards deadly danger!

"He's probably broken, Mom."

Ron tried to keep his tone calm.

But the hands symbolizing the twins started moving at this moment - they floated from being on the road all the way back home.

At the same time, two voices rang out at the door, "We're back, Mom!"

-

"The results of the investigation are in, Arthur, but they are not ideal - Mr. Bill went on vacation, and then there was no news. Even Gringotts would not think of contacting employees during the holidays."

"I don't want to hear about the treatment at Gringotts, Charn. I want clues about my son, Bill," Mr. Weasley tried to make his voice less aggressive, but still failed. "His life has been in extreme danger for three days!"

"I'm sorry, Arthur." Chan shook his head and looked at his old friend. "We have sent internal investigators and Gringotts investigators to form a joint team, but we still haven't found any more information."

"As for divination, I mentioned it before, but divination is something that no one can predict for sure. Arthur, you know, even a fortune teller like Dumbledore can make mistakes sometimes."

Chane shook his head. "He travels to places where there aren't many dark wizards. He himself isn't in charge of any important business. And, as far as wealth is concerned, no one would expect to get more from him. I really can't think of any possibility."

The poverty of the Weasley family was known to the entire wizarding world, and he himself was a pure-blood and held a position in the Ministry of Magic – why would an ordinary person want to chew on this hedgehog?

Especially since Bill is a curse-breaker, considering his strength it would be even less likely for something to go wrong.

"It can't be those guys in Gringotts. Bill found something important? Or a large sum of money? You have to ask this side, Arthur."

Chan gave Mr. Weasley some advice - he had also met Bill, the boy was a bit rebellious, but a very nice person.

"Well, I'll go find out right away!"

-

"Good morning, Mr. Bill."

When Bill opened his eyes, what he saw was a handsome young man - he touched his head out of habit. If his memory was correct, he was probably ambushed while traveling.

"Hello, what is your name?"

Bill responded despite the headache, his mind still thinking about being attacked.

"This is strange. Where is this place? Am I kidnapped? Or is there something else? Even a fairy shouldn't dare to do this..."

"Tom, my name is Tom, Mr. Bill."

Tom introduced himself very politely, "It seems that you were attacked. My appearance seems to have alarmed the other party, and he turned around and ran away, leaving you behind."

"Oh, this is really..."

Bill rubbed his still aching head, "He wasn't caught?"

"No, Mr. Bill, and it's not worth discussing what has been lost at this time - there are too many mistakes in this world, and we should pay attention to more useful things."

"What the hell, traveling and fairness are the only things that matter," Bill moved his feet and tried to climb out of the bed, but failed miserably - the stun spell he was under had not completely worn off.

"Don't be anxious, we actually have a lot of things to talk about."

Tom looked at Bill. "Like the treasures and adventures that you care about the most."

"I don't have any specific treasure. I'm just helping Gringotts deal with curses and messy things. I'm afraid you've found the wrong one, sir. The Weasley family doesn't have much money to pay for these extra things."

He spread his hands and pulled out the pockets of his wizard robes at the same time - if the other party wanted money, he could give up.

"No, it's treasure in another sense, Mr. Weasley," Tom said softly, "those ancient treasures left behind by others are actually of little value - as for waiting for the treasure to be divided, that's even more troublesome. We actually have a greater and more amazing treasure trove here, enough for us to embark on the greatest adventure."

"The greatest?"

"Of course," Tom whispered, his tone full of bewitching. "For example, wizards themselves - what determines our magic and our hidden talents?"

(End of this chapter)