Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

At No. 12 Grimmauld Place, a group of people were sitting around the table for a meeting.

"Ah sneeze!"

Chris sneezed suddenly and almost touched the cup at hand to the ground.

Everyone looked over, and Mr. Weasley asked with concern: "Do you have a cold?"

"No, probably not." Chris shook his head, "Maybe it's just that I didn't get a good rest last night. Don't worry, where did we just talk?"

"Transfer Harry!" Mr. Weasley said solemnly: "We must take Harry out of his aunt's house on his seventeenth birthday."

"I really don't understand why this is necessary!" Sirius said, looking a little impatient.

What was Dumbledore thinking? We should have let Harry live here when we brought him here. Why did we have to send him back to the Dursleys!

"Dumbledore should have his reasons." Mrs. Weasley said, "Sirius, we should believe him."

"Yes, I know, you have said it many times." Sirius said in a somewhat aggressive tone, "If I didn't trust Dumbledore, I wouldn't have let Harry leave at that time."

The room suddenly became much quieter, no one spoke, because they didn't know why Dumbledore did this, and they personally sent Harry back to Little Whinging on the night of his holiday.

"Sorry, don't pay attention to me." Sirius tried to break the silence, "So what should we do to bring Harry back here safely."

"Isn't this simple?" Mundungus said casually: "Can't we just ask Dumbledore to send him here? Just like when he sent Harry there."

This wretched-looking wizard was staring at the gleaming silver tableware on the dining table, with no intention of discussing it with anyone. In his opinion, this was simply unnecessary.

With Dumbledore here, who can snatch Potter away?

"Did you forget your ears somewhere else during our last meeting?" Mrs. Weasley, who had already had a problem with Mundungus, couldn't bear it when she heard what he said.

"Dumbledore made it very clear last time. It is impossible for the mysterious man to do nothing, so we must be fully prepared and exclude him from the plan."

Under Mrs. Weasley's gaze, Mundungus suddenly became panicked and said hesitantly: "I...I forgot...you know, I have a lot of things to do..."

"You mean reselling smuggled cauldrons?" Mrs. Weasley said coldly, "or those dirty things of unknown origin."

"That...I got it all through legal means!" Mundungus said, squeezing his neck.

"Oh..." Mrs. Weasley snorted and said nothing.

If it was really a legal way, would Mundungus hide here for a week? Someone must be chasing him outside.

To be honest, Mrs. Weasley really didn't want Ginny and Ron to come into contact with people like him, but there was no way, Dumbledore trusted him, and as a member of the Order of the Phoenix, Mundungus also had the right to live here.

The scene suddenly became more embarrassing.

"Okay, aren't we discussing how to safely transfer Harry?" Auror Kingsley smoothed things over: "Molly, tell me what you think.

"It would be best if Dumbledore is involved, but we must also discuss how to ensure Harry's safety in his absence."

After hearing what was going on, Mrs. Weasley stopped caring about Mundungus.

"How about the invisibility spell?" She thought of the car that Ron drove to Hogwarts.

Although she had always complained that Mr. Weasley should not modify the car privately, she also knew that the car had an invisibility function. If Ron had realized this in time, maybe they would not have been discovered at all.

If they could just build another car like that, they should be able to get Harry safely out of Little Whinging.

And everything is ready-made.

Sirius has the car, and Mr. Weasley, who understands technology, is also here. If you only need to add flight and stealth functions, three days is enough.

But Moody shook his head after hearing this.

"No." He said after thinking for a moment: "Death Eaters are not Muggles. There are too many ways to find invisible targets, such as looking glasses and discovery spells."

"Then everyone goes out together." Sirius said, "Fight them directly!"

No one answered him, everyone just paused and continued to discuss as if nothing had happened, just pretending that a dog had barked just now.

Let's fight directly... When Sirius says this, it means that his IQ has reached the same level as Mundungus.

If it were that simple, why would they be sitting here.

What they needed to do was pick Harry up, not clean him up and deliver him to Voldemort.

Seeing that others ignored him, Sirius could only shut his mouth angrily.

"How about connecting the house in Little Whinging to the Floo network." Mr. Weasley said. "That house has Harry's mother's protective magic and is very safe. You-Know-Who and his Death Eaters can't get in." Come.

"At that time, we can completely use the Floo Network or Portkey to move Harry to a safe place."

"These methods are all controlled by the Ministry of Magic." Sirius frowned, "I don't believe them, and in this way, the location of Grimmauld Place may be exposed. We can't connect this place to the Floo Internet Cafe. ”

"Is this simple? We can move Harry somewhere nearby." Mr. Weasley said, "When we act, everyone's eyes will be on Little Whinging. As long as Harry is moved before the mysterious man reacts, Just take the seat belt out."

"Okay, this is a good idea." Moody nodded, "And the director of the Department of Transportation of the Ministry of Magic is Barty Crouch. I don't have much comment on what this person has done before, but he is very interested in dark magic. , including Death Eaters, they will definitely hate it, I can guarantee this."

While speaking, he subconsciously looked at Sirius.

It was because of Barty Crouch's miscarriage of justice that he was imprisoned in Azkaban for twelve years... Although anyone in the situation at that time would have made the same sentence, but who made Barty Crouch Got caught up.

As a member of the Order of the Phoenix, he still had to pay attention to Sirius's mood.

"Look at what I'm doing." Sirius looked calm, "As long as Harry can be brought over safely, I won't object no matter what."

"That's good," said Moody.

"But to be on the safe side, we need to make a backup plan. I propose using Polyjuice Potion, just like how the Death Eaters deceived Potter from Hogwarts."

"As long as there are enough 'Harry Potters' out there together, it will be difficult for them to tell which one is real in a short period of time."

"A good idea." Kingsley was the first to agree to the idea, "but one thing must be noted. The person who becomes Harry must be ready to face the mysterious man at any time."

"Does this need to be said?" Several people looked at each other and smiled, and no one hesitated for a moment.

Oh, except for Mundungus, whose eyes were wandering and he just opened his mouth but made no sound.

"Then I'll prepare Polyjuice Potion." Kingsley stood up and said, "The Ministry of Magic should still have some in stock."

"No need." Fred stopped him, "If someone finds out that you have taken the magic potion from the Ministry of Magic, they might be able to guess something based on this, such as that Delis, who is famous for his unstable stance. "

"But it's too late to cook it now." Kingsley frowned and said, "You can't buy it."

"Have you forgotten?" George raised his eyebrows, "Our Weasley's Wise Shop has a potions business..."

"And there happens to be Polyjuice Potion..." Fred said with a smile.

"That would be great." Everyone looked surprised.

Fred was right, whether you were taking potions from the Ministry of Magic or buying them, the news might leak out. But if Fred and George had prepared it in advance, there wouldn't be any problem.

"There is still the issue of confidentiality." Mrs. Weasley continued: "With so many of us acting together, it is impossible not to alert anyone, but we can release some smoke bombs appropriately."

"Add the transfer date?" Fred said tentatively.

"Or postpone it..." George said.

"We can also make some preparations in the transfer method." Mr. Weasley suggested: "We can modify the car and deliberately let those with ulterior motives see it, making them think that the car is the way to transfer Harry."

"I think you've relapsed into your old habits and want to take action on that car." Mrs. Weasley looked at him suspiciously.

"How can you think that, Molly, I really do it for Harry." Mr. Weasley said seriously.

"I think dad's proposal is good..."

Everyone was talking to each other, analyzing various problems that might arise. From morning to evening, the meeting ended temporarily until everyone was extremely hungry.

Mrs. Weasley went to the kitchen and made some bacon sandwiches as quickly as possible, and cooked a pot of potatoes so that everyone could fill their bellies as quickly as possible.

Kingsley and Moody were eating and discussing the unfinished topic.

Fred took a bite of boiled potatoes without any seasoning and couldn't help but said: "I really hope Kyle can come back as soon as possible, preferably in five minutes, or tomorrow."

"Yes, Kyle has always been very creative," George said. "With his help, we should be able to complete all our plans faster."

"Don't think about it." Fred then sighed, "He should still be in the Black Forest now."

"Those werewolves are really unlucky. They are about to meet Kyle." As if he thought of something, George suddenly laughed.

"Shouldn't it be Mr. Scamander?" a member of the Order of the Phoenix asked doubtfully.

Dedalus was already very old when he joined the Order of the Phoenix twenty years ago, so he was more familiar with Newt, the troublemaker, than Kyle.

"Your information is somewhat out of date, Mr. Dedalo," Fred said with a smile.

"I don't know if you have heard of it. Two months ago, Kyle stabbed Fenrir with a spear at Hogwarts and set fire to the tower."

"What did you say, Li Huo?" Dedalodige was stunned for a moment, his eyes full of absurdity, "Does Albus not care?"

"In fact, Dumbledore was right there," George said. "He didn't even deduct house points."

Dedalodige subconsciously looked at Kingsley opposite him. After receiving a positive reply from the other party, he didn't know what to say for a moment.

Is Dumbledore so easy to talk to now? He actually allowed students to openly use dark magic like the Fire Curse at Hogwarts?

Not even the Aurors?

Just because the other party is a recipient of the Second Order of the Order of Merlin?

He suddenly became a little curious about this Kyle.

"Let's put it this way." Fred took a bite of the sandwich, "Based on what I know about Kyle, if those werewolves are willing to cooperate, they should still be able to save their lives."

"But it's unlikely." George waved his hand, "After so many days, Kyle's patience has probably been worn away. I even suspect that he will directly burn the entire black forest, along with the people inside. Let’s deal with the werewolves together.”

"No! It's impossible." Dedalus said firmly, "Newt won't let him do that."

…

At the same time, in the black forest.

"It's just a simple fire spell, it should be fine, right?" Kyle looked at Newt next to him, feeling a little incomprehensible.

Just now, when he was about to cast a spell on the cave and eliminate the werewolves in one fell swoop, he was interrupted by the sudden appearance of Newt.

The newly formed flame also dissipated in an instant.

"Have you forgotten, this is the Black Forest, and it is the only place in the UK, other than the Forbidden Forest, suitable for most magical animals to live." Newt glared at Kyle, "Do you want to destroy this place?"

"It's just a cave, it's not that serious." Kyle whispered: "And I can also extinguish them..."

Newt's expression grew more serious, and Kyle's voice grew quieter.

"Okay, I don't have to."

Hearing Kyle say this, Newt's expression improved a little.

"Not even the poisonous leopard." He continued: "Its poison will spread in the forest, and the first one to suffer will be the Bowtruckle that leads you."

Just as he was talking, a harsh roar suddenly came from not far away.

I don't know if it was because of the unfinished spell just now or because the two of them were talking too loudly... They were discovered.

A dirty man suddenly jumped down from a tree, screamed, and involuntarily raised his wand and pointed it at the place where Kyle and Newt were.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The hoarse voice sounded like the growl of some kind of wild beast. Kyle and Newt quickly retreated, only to avoid each other's death curse.

In the next few seconds, more werewolves came out from different directions, but there was no movement at all in the cave in front of them.

This seems to be a trap, or a deliberately placed entrance.

"It's indeed a werewolf, so cautious." Kyle muttered in his mind.

But there was no time to think about this at this time.

After the werewolves came out, they immediately surrounded Kyle and Newt.

They were a little nervous at first, but when they saw that there were only two people coming, their expressions suddenly became wild.

"Haha, I was shocked. I thought it was those annoying bugs from the Order of the Phoenix who came here, but I didn't expect it was an old immortal and a fresh kid..."

A werewolf with slender limbs came over. His brown hair and beard were tightly tangled together, and he exuded a pungent smell.

"Tell me how you found this place."

He grinned, revealing two rows of dirty teeth, "If your answer satisfies me, I can consider it..."

"Let us live?" Kyle answered.

"Let you go? Ha...hahaha!" The werewolf suddenly laughed, laughing very loudly, as did the other werewolves, as if they were laughing at the cowardice and whims of the wizard in front of him.

"Now that you have found this place, don't even think about leaving alive." The leading werewolf stretched out his wand, and Kyle could clearly see that his fingers had the same long yellow nails as Fenrir Greyback.

"But if your answer satisfies me, I can make your death a little easier."

"Well, sure." Kyle touched his chin, as if thinking, "Do you mean what you say?"

"Of course, I never lie." The werewolf grinned again.

But the next second, he heard a piercing scream again.

Not far away, a tree vine seemed to come alive, rushing straight towards the chest of a wizard.

Because they had not transformed into werewolves, their bodies were as fragile as other wizards at this time. The sharp vines as sharp as awls easily penetrated the other party's body and nailed him to a tree behind.

"Damn wizard, you dare to play tricks on me!" The leading werewolf roared and pointed his wand at Kyle.

"Avada..."

"Expelliarmus!"

Before he could finish reciting the death curse, his wand flew out of his hand and spun into Kyle's hand.

"What did you just say?" Kyle asked innocently, playing with his wand.

Then, without waiting for the other party to answer, he waved his wand, and several faintly visible magic words flashed through the air.

"Grow wild!"

The surrounding trees seemed to have come alive, with tangled and wriggling tree roots emerging from the ground, like fifty-foot-long giant snakes, coiling flexibly, trying to entangle all living things around them.

At the same time, more and more trees sprouted from the ground, joining the chaotic battle.

Some werewolves had never seen this kind of magic before, and they were subconsciously stunned for a moment, but in this moment of daze, their feet were entangled, followed by their legs, and then their entire bodies, until they were wrapped up and unable to move.

"Use the fire spell quickly!" Someone reacted and reminded loudly.

But before he took out his wand, he looked up and saw a pair of bright deep purple eyes.

Then he rolled his eyes and fell asleep directly on the battlefield. His loud snoring mixed with the screams sounded a bit out of place.