The Pure-blood Families Paid the Compensation

A major incident like the campsite arson meant tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.

Xenophilius stayed busy until the latter half of the night before finally returning to the tent, then finished the draft in his hands just before sunrise.

As an employee of the Ministry of Magic, even though Arthur Weasley was still on holiday, he rushed back to his post at top speed to handle the series of aftereffects brought on by the incident.

Even by early morning, a faint mist could still be seen.

Vizet, Luna, and the others had all gotten up. Only when they gathered together to make breakfast did they see Arthur walking over with a yawn.

Charlie Weasley was brewing tea. Seeing Arthur drop heavily onto a stool, he handed him a cup of black tea. "Father, is there a lot to handle?"

"It's all right! The main thing is that it happened too suddenly..." Arthur rubbed the black tea cup back and forth between both hands. "A lot of staff couldn't be notified, so they could only have us come."

"I didn't have Perkins come either. His back pain has flared up again, and he can't take being put through this. Luckily, thanks to Vizet's reminder, we evacuated the Muggle site manager early."

He took a shallow sip of black tea, his eyebrows bobbing up and down as if they could dance, and he showed a deeply refreshed expression. "As long as those stone houses are repaired, there won't be much else."

"Percy's back... I thought the International Magical Cooperation Department would be very busy!" Bill Weasley's gaze moved past Arthur, and the equally exhausted Percy walked toward him head-on.

"The International Magical Cooperation Department is busy, of course!" Arthur accepted the fried egg Ron brought over. "After all, they're