The Pureblood Families Will Pay Compensation

The camp arson was such a major incident that it was destined to be a sleepless night.

Xenophilius did not return to the tent until the latter half of the night, and he finished the article he had been working on just before sunrise.

As a Ministry of Magic employee, even though Arthur Weasley was still on holiday, he swiftly returned to work to deal with the series of repercussions caused by the incident.

Even at dawn, wisps of mist could still be seen.

Wizet, Luna, and the others had all gotten up. While they were gathered together making breakfast, they saw Arthur walking over with a yawn.

Charlie Weasley was making tea. Seeing Arthur plop down onto a stool, he handed him a cup of black tea. "Dad, is there a lot to deal with?"

"It's all right! The main thing is that it happened so suddenly..." Arthur rubbed the teacup between his hands. "A lot of employees couldn't be notified, so we had to come instead."

"I didn't ask Perkins to come either. His back pain has flared up again, and he can't take that kind of strain. Luckily, thanks to Wizet's warning, we evacuated the Muggle caretakers early."

He took a shallow sip of tea, his eyebrows bouncing up and down as if they could dance, and a look of contentment appeared on his face. "As long as those stone cottages are repaired, there won't be much else to do."

"Percy's back... I thought the Department of International Magical Cooperation would be very busy!" Bill Weasley's gaze went past Arthur to Percy, who was walking toward them and looked just as exhausted.

"The Department of International Magical Cooperation is certainly busy!" Arthur took the fried egg Ron handed him. "After all, these were Quidditch World Cup spectators..."