Voldemort's Fury

Because he had returned too late, and had also drunk a little with Bill, Charlie, and the others, Kyle did not wake up until noon the next day.

"Oh, dear, how are you?"

Mrs. Weasley ushered Kyle to the dining table. "I wanted to wake you for breakfast, but Arthur told me you'd only been asleep for less than two hours."

"I did go to bed rather late yesterday," Kyle said. "Where's Mr. Weasley?"

"He's already gone to the Ministry."

"He went in this morning?"

"There's still a huge pile of work waiting for him." Mrs. Weasley smiled. "Don't worry, he often works through the night. All he needs is a Pepperup Potion."

Lunch was lavish, almost on par with the previous birthday feast.

"Mum worried all night," Ginny said softly. "This is to celebrate your safe return."

"Mr. Weasley didn't need to get involved in what happened last night," Kyle said. "But I didn't expect him to insist on staying, and to bring Bill and Charlie along."

"That's just Dad's personality," Ginny said calmly. "It would be strange if he didn't."

"Yes, you're right." Kyle rubbed his forehead. "But almost everyone's hand was pointing to 'mortal peril.' No wonder Mrs. Weasley was worried."

He knew the Weasley family had a magical clock. It did not show the time, only what each person was doing, such as "making tea," "feeding the chickens," or "you're going to be late."

Or where they were: "home," "school," and so on.

It showed each family member's status in real time. It was one of the Weasleys' most treasured possessions.

"No, it has nothing to do with that." Ginny spread her hands. "You might not know this, but ever since the Death Eaters first attacked the Ministry of Magic, none of the hands on the