Molly was worried about the various sayings.
She certainly hoped her children could progress, but she hoped even more that they wouldn't be so tired.
Pity the parents of the world, that's all.
After sitting at the Weasley family's for a while, the Malfoys bid farewell.
After all, Mr. Weasley wouldn't be back for a while, and they didn't fit in with the Humble Abode.
Of course, when leaving, they didn't take Draco with them, simply notifying him 'I'll have Dobby bring you clothes' before leaving the Humble Abode.
"Your mom doesn't want you anymore," Fred whispered.
"You're talking nonsense!" Draco raised his head in indignation.
"Your dad too," George said gleefully from the side.
Draco: ...
Then, the twins received a frying pan hit from Molly each.
"No more such rudeness!" Molly glared at them, "They just want Mr. Malfoy and Harry to return to the Black Family Mansion together!"
That was indeed correct, originally Narcissa planned to take the children back, but Lucius indicated that the child should stay with Harry, and learn useful magic spells during leisure time.
Narcissa changed her stance in an instant, since in today's perilous Magic World, staying behind a Legendary Wizard and learning some survival tricks was also good.
In the evening, Arthur returned to the Humble Abode, followed by a sulking Percy.
"What's wrong with you?" Molly asked Percy with concern.
Percy said nothing, just kept his head down, seemingly pondering something.
As he lowered his head, he muttered to himself, appearing somewhat eccentric.
"Nothing much, just a little complication," Arthur said quietly, and continued after Percy retreated to his room and shut the door: "Things didn't turn out as he expected; Old Batty Crouch doesn't quite like him, at least not enough to express it initially... I can even feel that he's rather unhappy."
"Why?" Molly asked, frowning, "Percy having graduated brilliantly with twelve 'O's, why would he feel unhappy?"
"Perhaps it's because of his son," Arthur replied, "Little Batty back then achieved twelve O's at Ravenclaw, but look at the result? Did he not still side with You-Know-Who? — Back then, Old Batty almost became Minister of Magic, but then this affair cost him dearly, giving Fudge the edge without effort..."
"Is there such a story?" Little Sirius asked with interest, "Before I went to Azkaban, I always heard Old Batty handled numerous Death Eater cases, nearly became Minister of Magic..."
"What does that say?" Arthur chuckled, "After all... at least it's not a bad thing? Right?"
He quickly shifted the topic: "Alright, Little Sirius — the Quidditch World Cup is right around the corner, are you planning to join us for the match? I invited Mr. Granger, Hermione's dad, who is quite interested in such a lively event... You know, as a parent of a Young Wizard, he has the privilege of not having his memory wiped."
"I don't mind tagging along," Little Sirius glanced back at Harry chatting with Cassandra, "But there are many of us, we need a box instead of squeezing outside poorly."
Upon hearing Little Sirius's words, Arthur slapped his forehead.
He's wealthy now, not the same as before, no longer the pauper family splitting a copper knut into two.
"You're right to consider, Little Sirius." Arthur nodded quickly, "How about I ask Ludo Bagman, he can arrange — yes, he assured me he could get tickets..."
"Ludo Bagman?" Little Sirius felt the name was somewhat familiar.
"Oh, he used to play as a batter for the Wembly Hornets." Arthur introduced Ludo Bagman to Little Sirius, "Around the time you went to prison, later he retired and joined the Ministry of Magic, now becoming the director of the Ministry of Magic Sports Department."
"I see." Little Sirius nodded understandingly, "Given this, it seems he isn't just boasting — or if time allows, you could introduce him, we can sit down to chat about the box seats."
"Alright." Arthur agreed with a nod.
"If I'm not mistaken," Fred asked George, leaning over, "Percy should be preparing to pass the test, right? You know, the Apparition Displacement test — he's of age now, last night during dinner he kept muttering about it... I guess his head-down manner might be pondering over this."
"Is there an exam for Illusionary Appearance?" Draco asked interestedly.
"Oh, yes." Arthur said, sitting down on a chair next to him, "Your dad should have told you, right? One day, the Magic Transport Department fined two people for Illusionary Appearance without a certificate. It's not an easy task, if done incorrectly, it can cause troublesome mishaps— and I mean those two ended up separating from their bodies."
"Separate bodies?" Draco asked curiously.
"They left half their body behind," Arthur continued, pouring plenty of tea into a cup from a teapot on the table beside him, "so naturally, they were left pinned there, unable to move, until the Reversal of Accidental Magic Group came to handle the incident. Let me tell you, it involves preparing a lot of paperwork materials, those Muggles saw their discarded, fragmented bodies..."