"Never again, never again! I will never again dress up with you, Ron!" Hermione paced up and down the kitchen, Grimmauld Place. “It's aim, will, careful and not aimless, unwillingness, trample! You just can't!” Harry and Ron sat at the kitchen table and watched them. Ron mumbled something into his nonexistent beard and took a hasty sip from his coffee cup. “Now don't play the victim!” Shrieked Hermione. Harry felt a bit between the fronts, but this was his house after all and as much as he was pleased that his best friends were here, they had apparated into the house unannounced and he felt he had to say something. "Hermione, it's not that bad that ..." But Hermione cut him off. "I'm sorry we burst in here Harry, but you don't have to defend him. He could have split us all up. Me, my parents. He managed to split himself up. I don't even want to imagine what could have happened to us and who we scared on our wandering. We have clearly violated the confidentiality agreement! We are sure to be convicted and it is only your fault! " desperately she sank down on a chair.

But Ron was up. "I don't do anything with me. You always mix it up. I came with you. I helped, I could have done it too!" Harry had let Hermione talk the whole time, but when Ron spoke now he broke he burst out laughing, which also infected Hermione. Ron looked offended. “Don't laugh, you'd be fine if you didn't have a cock!” But the dam was broken and he joined in the laughter himself. None of the three noticed how the door opened and Kreacher came in. "Master Harry? Kreacher made breakfast. Bacon and eggs and milk soup for Mr. Weasley." Harry wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.“Thanks Kreacher!” Ron was offended. “I don't want anything to be treated like an old sack!” “Gosh, Ron, you splintered your teeth, you can't have a steak.” Hermione suppressed a giggle. "Ha, ha, I'm laughing, I'm dead! As soon as I can, I'm going to Mungo's." After they had swallowed their breakfast, everyone put on their shoes and jackets, because despite August it was very cold in the morning and it was pouring rain . They were about to leave for St. Mungo's and Harry got ready to go. He was about to open the door when it slammed again. And this time right on the doorstep. Even before the loud, clinking bell rang, which would surely have triggered a polyphonic screaming and wailing, Hermione tore the door open.

"We're not buying ... Ginny?" The figure on the other side of the door hurried past her. “Wow, what a crap weather!” Ginny shook her lying red hair out so that the water droplets flew. Their floral scent fogged Harry, he forgot where they were actually going and was just glad to see them. “Good morning Harry.” She kissed him, then turned to her brother. "Ron, will you explain what's going on here? Ginny put her hands on her hips." What was that tonight. You Apparate into my room at three in the morning and leave immediately. I was terrified and judging from the noise from below, either Mum or Dad fell out of bed! "In her tone and demeanor, she strongly reminded me of Mrs. Weasley. That was probably also noticed by Ron, because he refrained from answering and looked away demonstratively." Coward! "Hermione whispered." And do you know what I stepped on this morning? TEETH! Judging by the crowd, a complete set of teeth was on my carpet and only after you disappeared. "Flared it up." Ginny ... "Harry put his hand on his shoulder, and she winced when she felt it."Ginny, please don't scream! Hermione's already done enough." He hadn't slept and actually wanted to be left alone. Instead, his house was now full of people screaming. His head was about to burst, as if the old scar was about to break open again. It was as if someone had pressed a red-hot poker against his forehead, even without the constant arguments of his friends. They all stared at him like he was an animal, some disgusting animal that they could gawk at through the bars of his cage.

“Harry, are you all right?” Hermione asked carefully. "Of course!" Harry replied, a little too briskly, and zipped up his jacket. "Harry, are you really sure that everything ...?" "I told you it was all right!" He cut her off. “Come on now, we should get Ron's teeth right again.” And he marched out of the house.


The elevator doors clattered open and a cool woman's voice rang out: “9th floor Department of Mysteries.” He hurried down the corridor, his black cloak blowing in his quick pace. He was way too late. A few memos swirled around his head, but he knocked them away. He didn't have time for that now. At the other end of the hall he saw a person coming through a door. He quickened his pace even further. “Croaker!” He called, in a firm voice. The small, thin man winced. He straightened his cloak and stood upright to face him. “Good morning, sir!” “I'm in a hurry, Croaker. I have to go to the courtrooms. Can I ask you a favor?” Croaker mumbled something to himself, but was drowned out in a haughty voice. "I know you are busy, but would you please put someone on the 3rd floor to make the memos go crazy? Thank you!" And without another word he ran quickly down a few flights of stairs. He took several steps at once and almost tripped over his cloak. "Mr.Weasley, there you are at last. Where did they go? We have been waiting! "Came a voice as he closed the door to Courtroom 9 behind him. Gasping, Percy took a deep breath and let his files fall on the table." Where is the minister? "He asked without going into the previous question. From a corner came the same girlish voice that had put the question to him earlier." The minister had yet to send an owl, Mr. Weasley. He's about to join us! "Percy looked around. Dolores Jane Umbridge had risen from her seat in the back row and looked down at him with narrowed eyes. He snorted and sat down in his seat in the front row. He didn't want an argument in front of the entire Wizengamot begin with Umbridge. ^ She wants to provoke you into saying the wrong thing. She's just pissed off that you're doing your job. ^ Percy puffed up. The door was pushed open and Kingsley Shacklebolt entered. Wizards and witches , in the back rows stood up and took off their hats. Kingsley greeted them briefly with a slight wave of his hand, then sat down on Percy's right. "Morning Weasley! "He said casually." Good morning, Minister! "He now pulled a file and opened it. From the corner of his mouth he hissed," I sent an owl to Potter. "And in a somewhat louder voice he continued." Ah, the Lestranges! "


"I can't understand you, would you please speak more clearly. I'm sorry. Explain your concerns" clearly ". I beg your pardon? I can't understand you!" Ginny burst out laughing. "Shut up, you stupid gnome! That wasn't funny!" Ron hit the table with his fist and the house of cards he was building collapsed. "Oh yes it was." Ginny smirked, leaning on Harry's legs and discussing her visit to St. Mungo's in great detail. The playing cards exploded and Ron emerged from the cloud of dust with a sour face.Harry grinned. "Oh, come on Ron! It was really funny. I laughed too." "I'm of legal age and want to be taken seriously." Hermione only half-heartedly looked up from the thick tome she was devouring and removed the burn mark on the table . "All of a sudden, then? Then you should act like an adult and not threaten the lady at the information desk with furuncle and wobbly leg curses. And it is certainly not good to sulk for an hour because you are not expressing yourself clearly enough! "It was the same as always, even if they were together now, the way they dealt with each other had not really, noticeably changed. Harry smiled happily and ran a hand through Ginny's hair. Everything was fine and he was already worried.

A light knock on the door startled him. His old house-elf came in slowly, bowing deeply. "Kreacher, didn't mean to disturb, Master. But you have an owl, Harry Potter. Should Kreacher bring it, sir?" Harry looked puzzled at his friends, who shrugged their shoulders. Then he looked back at Kreacher, who was still staring at him expectantly. "Uh, phew, yes. Bring her here, Kreacher, but only the letter, please!" And at a glance, from Hermione, he added: "Thanks Kreacher!" Bending further, the house elf slid backwards through the door. Frowning, Harry turned to the others. “Who can it be from?” “I don't know, man!” Replied Ron, feeling his burned eyebrows. “Maybe from Hagrid?” Suggested Hermione. But when Harry held the letter in his hand, he saw not Hagrid's smear, but a neat, curved handwriting and a coat of arms. “Wow, from the Ministry!” Ginny had leaned over him, her hair blocking his view. “Who from the ministry would send me something?” “The question is probably who isn't! You have never been more popular, they are all keen to see you."Hermione replied and closed her book. Harry gave Ron a curious look that was always a bit sensitive when it came to him, Harry, getting more attention. But he didn't seem to think about it." Go on, Harry! Open it! "Urged Ron. Harry slit open the white envelope, carefully with the letter opener, and took out the written piece of paper. His eyes quickly scanned the letter, looking for the sender's name. But before he could read it, Ginny yanked at him." the note out of hand and read aloud:

Harry, I hope, given what happened last month, you've digested it all and tried to enjoy your summer. If so, I very much regret bothering you with this letter. Normally I would have come myself, but unfortunately my schedule does not allow me to visit her personally. That is why I choose the written way to get in touch with them. But let's not write around the hot magic potion. If you have been following the Daily Prophet for the past few days, you will know that there are some important trials coming up soon. For better or worse I have to bite into the bitter gourd. Among these