Whether the Malfoy family would thank them did not matter.
What mattered was that Mr. Weasley was driving Su Er and the others mad. Who could understand it? A middle-aged man had actually managed to nag nonstop for over ten minutes.
Although they understood perfectly well that Mr. Weasley meant well, and knew how frightened he had been afterward.
"Where did you go, Dad?" When Su Er and the others appeared at the edge of the woods, the twins and Ginny, who had been waiting anxiously at the campsite entrance, came up to them and asked loudly.
Ginny kept her eyes fixed on Harry, who was shivering with cold.
"We were worried sick. We thought something might have happened to you."
Hearing the commotion, Charlie, Percy, and Bill hurried out of the tent too, concern in their eyes.
Mr. Weasley stopped talking as soon as he reached the campsite.
"Nothing, nothing. Everything's fine." He gave a vague answer to Fred and George's question, but that did nothing to satisfy everyone else's curiosity. When the twins tried to ask more, Mr. Weasley waved them back into the tent.
"It's already three in the morning!"
"I think what they need most right now is a cup of hot chocolate and a good night's sleep. Everything else can wait until tomorrow."
"We're leaving first thing tomorrow morning."
The night passed without further conversation. Occasionally, quiet cries of surprise came from around the tent, but they were too faint to disturb the sleeping Weasley family, Su Er, and the others.
They had only slept for about five hours when Mr. Weasley woke them. He hurriedly packed the tents into the backpack with magic. By then, he was in no mood to tidy up the campsite slowly the Muggle way. Quite a few others had