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Chapter 907: The Desire to Protect
🕑 Added 2023-11-01 09:15:24 +0000 UTCThe rotten, horrible body full of gullies appeared in front of Evan, getting bigger and bigger, and vanished in a puff of smoke in the blink of an eye.
A dark creature of the Boggart's level couldn't transform into the evil god. Even if without Evan's spell, it would be finished. However, when the huge body of the "evil god" disappeared, it still shook the whole house slightly.
"What was the last monster that appeared?" Hermione asked in a low voice. There was no other sound but Mrs. Weasley’s sobbing voice in the room.
"The evil god I've been telling you about, the Noumenon I saw in my vision." Evan put the wand back.
There was a brief silence. Hermione had imagined the appearance of the evil god countless times, but she’d never thought it would be so terrible.
"Thank you, Evan, thank you … I thought I could deal with that Boggart!" said Mrs. Weasley, tears falling uncontrollably, and then she broke into a storm of crying, her face in her hands.
Evan and Hermione had never seen her like that. In everyone's eyes, she had always been a shrewd and capable figure.
“I see them d-d-dead all the time!” she moaned. “All the t-t-time! I d-ddream about it … sometimes I’m busy, and the terrible idea pops in my head..."
Just then, the door of the drawing-room was knocked open, and everyone downstairs ran up in a panic.
Lupin rushed in first, holding his wand in his hand, followed by Kingsley and Mr. Weasley, then Tonks, Harry, Ron, Ginny, Fred and George, and finally, Moody also stumped along behind them.
"What was the sound just now… God, Molly … are you all right?"
"Mum, why are you crying?"
“What’s going on?" Mr. Weasley hurried over.
In the blink of an eye, Mrs. Weasley was sobbing her heart out on his shoulder.
"It's the Boggart hiding in the desk, it..." Hermione explained to everyone what had just happened.
"Well, it's all right, Molly, it was just a Boggart!" said Mr. Weasley soothingly, patting her on the back, and handing her a handkerchief. "Nothing of what you’ve seen was real!"
"Being silly … not even able to get rid of a Boggart," Mrs. Weasley said, blowing her nose.
"Don't be stupid, you're just too worried!"
"Yeah, I’m just s-s-so worried,” she said, tears spilling out of her eyes again. “Half the f-f-family’s in the Order, it’ll b-b-be a miracle if we all come through this... Gideon and Fabian were just like that. They just went out to perform a common task and never came back… and PP-Percy’s not talking to us... What if something d-ddreadful happens and we had never m-m-made up? And what’s going to happen if Arthur and I get killed, who’s g-g-going to look after Ron and Ginny?"
Seeing her, Evan, Harry, and Hermione remembered the old photo of the Order of the Phoenix that Moody had just taken out. They all had smiling faces, but who, at that time, could have thought that most of them would be no longer here now.
“Molly, that’s enough,” said Lupin firmly. “This isn’t like last time. The Order is better prepared, we’ve got a head start, we know what Voldemort’s up to..."
Mrs. Weasley gave a little squeak of fright at the sound of the name.
“Oh, Molly, come on, it’s about time you got used to hearing it … look, I can’t promise no one’s going to get hurt, nobody can promise that, but we’re much better off than we were last time, you weren’t in the Order then, you don’t understand the death of your brothers... last time we were outnumbered twenty to one by the Death Eaters and they were picking us off one by one."
Would it really be that easy?
Voldemort was not a fool. He would continue to expand his army and seek powerful forces. The number of Death Eaters didn't mean much.
Regardless of the mysterious and terrifying evil gods, even in the original plot, many people had died after the war started again, including Sirius, Moody, Snape, Fred, Colin, Lupin, Tonks, and even Dumbledore...
Evan admitted that he knew the remaining Voldemort’s Horcruxes. But it was not as simple as finding them out and reading an Avada Kedavra to Voldemort to kill him or eliminating his weapons to solve everything.
Voldemort could continue to split his soul to make Horcruxes. Anyway, he was already a lunatic.
“Don’t worry about Percy, Molly," said Mr. Weasley, hugging Mrs. Weasley tightly. “He’ll come round. It’s a matter of time before Voldemort moves into the open; once he does, the whole Ministry’s going to be begging us to forgive them."
“I'm not sure I’ll be accepting his apology," Fred added.
"If he admits that he’s a hopeless fool..." George said.
"That's it. And as for who’s going to look after Ron and Ginny if you and Arthur died,” said Lupin, smiling slightly, “what do you think we’d do, let them starve?"
Mrs. Weasley smiled tremulously and looked at Ron and Ginny, who were still standing there.
“Being silly,” she muttered again, mopping her eyes.
"Don't be sad, Mum, we won't let what you’ve seen happen with us."
“Yeah, everything’s going for the better, Ron has also become a prefect."
“I can take care of myself now, not as bad as you think..." Ginny added hastily.
Evan, Harry, Hermione and the others retired and gave the drawing-room to the Weasley’s. They must have a lot to say.
When this kind of thing happened, no one had the heart to do anything else. Lupin asked Evan, Harry, and Hermione to go back to bed. They went back to the kitchen and seemed to discuss escorting everyone to the train station tomorrow morning.
Evan accompanied Hermione back to her room. It could be seen that she was also worried, with a preoccupied look. She did not mention the Head Boy and prefect any more. She just hugged Evan silently in the dark. This could make her feel at ease.
None of them spoke. There had already been enough guarantees and discussions.
Evan had also proved with facts that he was trustworthy, and he hoped Hermione could leave everything to him. Although this was not in line with her character, at least when she was alone with him, she could do so and be completely reassured.
Maybe, that was what could be called the desire to protect, wasn’t it?
