The Order of the Phoenix had returned the previous afternoon.

Since the mysterious man has left the Hexadiles, they don't need to worry about what happens next.

The first thing they did after returning to England was to go to Diagon Alley to buy themselves a new wand.

Although Ollivander looked very angry and scolded them for not taking good care of their wands, everyone could see that he was probably very happy in his heart.

More than a dozen wands at full price without discounts, this is a big deal. Ollivander's originally pale face became much rosier. Although he was cursing, he took the wand box very skillfully.

After all, he also needed Garlon to live, and he couldn't make any money from the freshmen. If this continued, he would not be able to afford even the materials for the wand core.

After changing their wands, everyone left. Although this experience was special, the Order of the Phoenix dealt with Death Eaters on a daily basis, so they were no longer surprised.

I just feel bad about spending a dozen Galleons on the wand.

Mr. Weasley originally did not want Fred and George to help with the money, but he himself was really short of money, and after searching for a long time, he could only find three Galleons and a Knut.

This amount of money is not enough even for a discounted magic wand for a freshman.

"It's okay, Dad." Fred handed a bag of Galleons to Ollivander. "You'll always need a good wand to face the Death Eaters and the You-Know-Who."

"Yes, this is also for your safety."

"At worst, you can just help stop mom from twisting our ears next time."

Fred and George didn't think it was a big deal. They had two salaries, and it was only seventeen Galleons, which was no big deal.

After finishing all this, they returned to the Ministry of Magic.

Mr. Weasley needed to sort out the records of the Hesperidian Islands, and Fred and George had other things to do.

They sneaked out today and still had a lot of work to do. In order to avoid having their salary deducted, they had to go back and finish it.

It was not until it was completely dark that the two finally left the office and picked up the letter from Mr. Bob in the lobby.

A letter from Austria addressed to them in their names.

However, when the letter was delivered, they were still in Diagon Alley, so it could only be temporarily stored with Mr. Bob.

And this letter also opened a new door for them.

At the Burrow, Fred and George's eyes lit up when they saw Kyle jumping out of the envelope. It was the first time they knew that owls could not only deliver letters, but also deliver living people.

Although the conditions were a bit harsh, they allowed them to perfectly avoid the Ministry of Magic and travel freely between countries.

This is a new approach. If used well, they might be able to promote Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes to the entire wizarding world.

Fred and George were eager to try and wanted to make a replacement for Kyle's box immediately.

This mood lasted until the next morning.

Nymphadora Tonks is back, and she has terrible news.

Alastor Moody is dead.

The Burrow was eerily quiet in the morning. Almost all the members of the Order of the Phoenix had arrived, looking at the cobbled-together blue magic eye on the table with complicated expressions.

"Lanis... admitted that he killed Alastor." Tonks buried her face in her arms, tears streaming down her face.

"Mad-Eye... is dead?" Bill looked at the magic eye on the table and leaned against the shelf in disbelief. "This is impossible."

"The blasting spell... many people saw it..." Tonks' voice was intermittent.

"Let me tell you."

Lupin looked at his grieving wife, took the initiative to step forward and said, "According to the information we have learned, Mad-Eye was trying to track down Barty Crouch Jr., but in the end he was exposed for some unknown reason and was surrounded by Death Eaters and wandering wizards in the woods that served as a quarantine zone."

"That shouldn't be the case." Bill still didn't understand. "With Mad-Eye's strength, even ten wandering wizards can't stop him."

"What if there are more?" Lupin sighed, "Wandering wizards, Death Eaters, and Barty Crouch Jr. are all chasing him... Although Mad-Eye tried his best to kill more than a dozen wandering wizards, he still couldn't escape and died from the blasting curse."

"Exploding Curse..." Mrs. Weasley said with a choked voice, her heart in her throat.

She had understood what Lupin meant. This meant that Mad-Eye had left nothing behind, not even a corpse.

"That Lanis regarded the Magic Eye as his trophy and hung it on his body to show off. We tried our best to get it back."

There was a sad silence, no one spoke, and Fred and George had lost their usual cheerfulness and sat in a corner with their heads down.

And Mr. Weasley, even though he had known the news for a long time, still found it difficult to accept after confirming the truth.

"Prepare for the funeral."

Finally, it was Sirius who broke the silence.

"We had spread the news before coming here. I believe that others will rush to the Ministry of Magic soon... The tombstone was completed a day ago."

"A day ago?" Mrs. Weasley looked up. "Wait, what does this mean?"

"We learned of Mad-Eye's death a few days ago," Mr. Weasley explained. "Kyle told us himself."

"Kyle said that? Why don't we know that!" Fred asked.

"Because Kyle only brought back a piece of bandage." Mr. Weasley rubbed his forehead, "We still have a glimmer of hope in our hearts, thinking that maybe Kyle saw it wrong, what if Mad-Eye is still alive."

"But we also know that Kyle wouldn't joke about such things." The door was pushed open from the outside, and Kingsley, looking haggard, walked in.

"Let's go. Everything is ready. Let's go and see Mad-Eye off for the last time."

"By the way, where's Kyle?" Charlie looked around and asked, "Why isn't he here?"

"Kyle isn't home," Fred said. "We looked for him before, but he seemed to have left for something, and so did Mr. Chopper."

"Chris should have gone to the Hesperidian Islands with Mr. Scamander," Mr. Weasley said softly.

"It doesn't matter, things over there are more important," Kingsley said.

Without saying anything else, everyone walked out of the Burrow silently and followed Kingsley to the Ministry of Magic.

The atmosphere in the Ministry of Magic was equally solemn.

The news of Alastor Moody's murder spread throughout the Ministry of Magic like a fierce flame in a very short time.

Although most people think that Mad-Eye, who is suspicious, a little neurotic and prone to sabotage after retirement, is a real trouble, he is also a legendary Auror who fills up half of Azkaban.

Everyone felt heavy-hearted about his death.

But that's war.

Led by Kingsley, they came to a cemetery reserved for Aurors near the Ministry of Magic, which was already filled with dozens of chairs.

After gradually calming down, Kingsley accepted this fact and silently prepared everything.

This time, the news Tonks brought was more like a signal or a notification.

There were a lot of people coming, and by the time the Weasleys arrived, more than half of the chairs were already occupied.

Most were Aurors, most had worked with Moody, and some were members of the Order of the Phoenix.

Sturgis was once attacked by Death Eaters together with Sirius Black. He was seriously injured and sent to St. Mungo's. He was saved by the basilisk's special petrification ability.

After being discharged from the hospital, he quit the Order of the Phoenix and recuperated at home. Now he is here, sitting in a chair in the back row, and no one knows what he is thinking.

Minister of Magic Amelia Bones was not there, but Scrimgeour, Head of the Auror Office, was there. He sat at the front with a solemn look on his face.

It seemed like everyone was waiting for them.

Tonks walked forward and put a few things in with trembling hands.

A stopped magic eye, half of a cracked wooden leg, and a broken magic wand were all Mad-Eye's things.

That was all she could find.

A short wizard with thick hair and dressed in a simple black robe stood up from his seat, stood in front of the grave, and solemnly read the eulogy.

Most of them recounted Alastor Moody's achievements, praising his bravery and fearlessness of darkness...

There were bursts of sobbing around, but not much, only from a few sentimental witches, including Mrs. Weasley.

Perhaps for most Aurors, this was already a common scene. After all, in addition to Mad-Eye, the funerals of several other Aurors were held here at the same time.

It’s just that Mad-Eye is the most famous one, and most people come for him.

The little man finally finished and returned to his seat, the tomb was closed, and everyone present raised their wands at the same time, sending sparks into the air.

"Maybe we could use real fireworks," Fred whispered. "We could sponsor them as a favor."

"You can try. Professor Moody won't mind, but I can't say for the other Aurors."

Fred suddenly realized that the person who had just spoken didn't seem to be George.

He turned his head sharply.

"Kyle? When did you get here?"

“A while,” Kyle said.

He had heard about this when he arrived at the Ministry of Magic, and had followed a few Aurors to find this place, just in time to see the little wizard stand up from his seat.

During this period, he stayed at the back and didn't say a word.

The main reason was that he didn't dare to move forward. He was afraid that he would not be able to hold back his laughter and then be beaten up by others.

I have to say that Professor Moody was really willing to destroy his precious magic eye.

Kyle just took a look from a distance and saw that the thing had been completely blown to pieces by the blasting spell and was only pieced together with the sticking spell. It would probably be impossible to repair it.

But it was precisely because of this that Tonks and the others were convinced that Moody was dead.

As for the scale of this funeral... to be honest, it wasn't that great. It was completely standard Auror procedure, and there weren't even a few people of sufficient importance attending. It was far from the 'grand' that Moody had requested.

There was nothing that could be done about it. Kyle had wanted to do it himself, but the previous incident left him unable to extricate himself. He had just returned and the matter was already over. He couldn't just tear down the grave and build another one.

If he dared to say that, he would probably be beaten up by the surrounding Aurors, and Mr. Weasley would not be able to help him.

Forget it, it doesn’t matter if it’s simple. Anyway, their purpose should have been achieved.

Professor Moody originally wanted more people to know that he was dead. The more grand the funeral was, the faster the news would spread.

In the current situation...if nothing unexpected happens, the Death Eaters lurking in the Ministry of Magic should have received the news. Given their hatred for Moody, they will probably publicize this matter widely.

As long as Voldemort and the Death Eaters believe it.

And it would be a bit strange if the funeral was too grand. After all, after Voldemort came to the light, Aurors were sacrificed almost every day.

Moody was just a retired Auror with a very small social circle. If he acted too differently from others, it would easily arouse Voldemort's suspicion and might even backfire.

That's it.

After the funeral was declared over, Scrimgeour left in a hurry.

"Where is he going?" Kyle asked curiously.

"I don't know." Fred shook his head. "But where did you go before? I went to your house to look for you, but I knocked on the door for a long time but there was no response."

"I went out for something." When they came outside, Kyle changed the subject and said, "I heard from my father that the black dragons in the Hexidili Islands rioted. Do you know what happened?"

"You don't know?" George looked at Kyle strangely and lowered his voice and said, "Didn't Cedric say that you were the one who passed the message to him?"

"We wanted to ask you that yesterday."

"But you didn't mention it at all at the time, so Dad thought it was a secret mission assigned to you by Dumbledore and didn't let us ask."

"Is that really Dumbledore's secret mission?"

"Well...I guess so." Kyle hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"You found out that this was also the reason for Mad-Eye's death?" George couldn't help asking, "Dad said you were the first one to tell him, and it was also related to Dumbledore's secret mission. How many things did he ask you to do?"

Kyle suddenly realized.

No wonder in his memory, no one mentioned the Hebrides Islands when he was at the Weasley's house yesterday. So this is what happened.

The last time he had gone to see Mr. Weasley, he had used Dumbledore's name as a shield.

It seems that Mr. Weasley believed it and thought that this time would be the same. He completely trusted Dumbledore. Since it was a secret mission, he would never ask about it even if he was curious.

"Yes, that's right. It was all arranged by Dumbledore." Kyle put the blame on the headmaster without hesitation.

"From what you said just now, you are not going to the Hebrides Islands as well, right?" Kyle asked the two of them.

"Of course." Fred said as a matter of course: "What if you are killed by the mysterious man? We must go and save you."

Kyle was somewhat touched. After all, they were friends...

"You have a lot of money, it's better for us to get it for free than for the Death Eaters to pick it up..." George continued.

Okay, I'm not moved anymore.

Kyle twitched his lips, "Thank you, I deserve to have friends like you."

"That's what I said."

“It’s what we should do.”

Fred and George patted their chests and said this, not feeling embarrassed at all.

"So what happened to the black dragons in the Hexagonal Islands?" Kyle continued to ask.

"You really don't know?"

"Yeah." Kyle nodded, "Not long after I passed the message to Cedric, I ran away."

"That's right." George muttered quietly, "There is a mysterious person there. Unless someone's brain has been hit by a troll, he won't stay there alone."

Kyle curled his lips and pretended he heard nothing.

"Well, the black dragon there is indeed stimulated."

"Because of a fierce fire."

"Lihuo..." Kyle raised an eyebrow, "It's still there now?"

"How is that possible?" Fred shook his head. "It has been extinguished by Dad and the others."

"I tell you, at least ten people's wands were broken in trying to put out those Fiendfyres."

"Damn Voldemort, how despicable! He actually wanted to weaken our strength in this way."

Kyle's expression remained unchanged, and he once again pretended not to have heard anything.

After all, most of those fierce flames were created by Voldemort. If we round it off, it was him who did it, no doubt about it.

However, after hearing that the fierce fire had been extinguished, Kyle also breathed a sigh of relief.

Now the only problem left is the black dragon, which Chris should be able to handle.

"Where are you going later?" Fred asked. "Back to the Burrow? We can go together."

"I……"

Before Kyle could say anything, he saw several members of the Order of the Phoenix hurried over.

Mr. Weasley followed.

"Oh, Kyle..." he asked, "When did you get here?"

"It's been a while, but I've been at the back of the crowd." Kyle said, "Mr. Weasley, where are they going? Do they have a mission?"

"Not a mission." Mr. Weasley sighed, "They are going to Hogwarts."

"Hogwarts?" Fred asked. "Why?"

"To ease the conflict," said Mr. Weasley, "Minister Bones has always believed that Dumbledore was inactive, and he was not present at the Hebrides or the attack on Gringotts last night.

"This time, Mad-Eye's death became a trigger. After receiving the news, she went directly to the school. Scrimgeour also went there just now. They are worried that the two sides will break up."

To be honest, if Kyle hadn't sent him the message twice, he also felt that Dumbledore had been a little too quiet recently, so quiet that it was as if this person didn't exist in the wizarding world.

"Ha, Dumbledore didn't do anything?" George seemed to have heard a joke. "Who drove away the mysterious man in the Hexagonal Islands? Could it be that the mysterious man ran all the way there just to cast a few spells and then left after satisfying himself? "I thought Fudge was stupid enough."

"Don't make things more complicated." Mr. Weasley glared at him. "Minister Bones didn't know about this, and if it weren't for her, there would be more Aurors and strikers sacrificed. She has done her best."

George curled his lips, but didn't say anything else.

"I'll go take a look too," Kyle said.

"You're going to Hogwarts, too?" Mr. Weasley frowned.

"Don't worry." Kyle said, "I'll just go take a look. I won't cause any trouble."

(End of this chapter)