HP Approaches the Magical World

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"How about it?"

Standing in front of the window of the villa, Jon and Joanne looked at the family leaving on the opposite side, and suddenly asked Joanne.

"How about what?"

"I mean, any inspiration?"

"No."

Joanne just shook her head.

Judging from the state of the recent period, her writing has reached a bottleneck period. Even if a large amount of content is submitted, Hogwarts' strict surveillance network is almost making the most complete records for her, but she Still haven't written the ending of Part 6.

Dumbledore's death is indeed not something to write about, which Jon understands very well.

"But we don't have enough time. We need to complete the theory and application as soon as possible. I still need to rely on your book to open up the world market!"

Only with this kind of thing to pave the way, Jon has enough confidence and means.

In this world, the vast majority of ordinary people are the type of Ye Gong who loves dragons. They tend to hesitate in front of what they yearn for, and it is impossible for the magic net to forcibly transform them-the casualty rate is too high, so some gains outweigh the losses .

So in the end, the core method must be put on this book. Anyway, according to his memory, this book will definitely become popular.

It's just that Jon doesn't think he can worry about the matter that can't be written.

"We still have enough time to write, at least we can release the first few books first."

Jon tilted his head and said: "But there is one more thing. I have opened up part of the authority of the magic net to you, and the perspectives of those people will be fed back to you. I asked that company to get you a large magic projector. It will be there soon, if you take a closer look, maybe it will be better."

"Also."

Joanne knows how important this matter is, so she also wants to do her best, otherwise she would have been transformed into a wizard long ago, and there is still such a laborious process of dealing with these things.

While this was being discussed, Harry had already run upstairs to his bedroom and rushed to the window just in time to see the Dursleys' car turn across the drive and onto the road, with Dedalus' top hat on the back seat. Between Aunt Petunia and Dudley.

The car turned right at the end of Privet Drive, the windows glowed fiery red in the westering sun, and then disappeared.

Harry picked up Hedwig's cage, picked up his Firebolt and backpack, and took a last look at the unnaturally neat bedroom, then went crookedly downstairs to the living room, and put the birdcage, broom and backpack on the stairs by the feet.

The light quickly dimmed, and the living room looked shadowy in the twilight.

There was such a silence, and it was strange for Harry to stand here, knowing that he was leaving the house for good.

Long ago, the Dursleys went out to play and left him at home, and those few hours alone were a rare treat: a quick treat from the fridge, then rush upstairs, play Play Dudley's computer, or turn on the TV, choose the channel as you like.

Thinking of those times, he felt an inexplicable melancholy in his heart, as if thinking of a little brother who had been lost.

"Don't you want to take a last look at this place?"

he asked Hedwig.

The owl still sulked with his head under his wings.

"We're never coming here again, don't you want to reminisce about all those happy times?

I mean, look at this doormat by the door, think about the past... Dudley vomited on this mat after I rescued him from the dementors... I don't think he knows how to be grateful, believe it ?

And last summer, when Dumbledore walked through that front door..."

Harry lost his train of thought, but Hedwig didn't help him get it back. He still hid his head under his wings and didn't move.

"Under here, Hedwig—" Harry opened a door under the stairs: "It's where I used to sleep!

You didn't know me then - my God,

It's so small, I don't even remember..."

Harry looked at the piles of shoes and umbrellas, and remembered the days when he woke up every morning and looked up at the bottom of the stairs, where there would always be a spider or two hanging there.

In those days, he still knew nothing about his real identity, he hadn't figured out how his parents died, and he didn't understand why those strange things often happened around him.

Harry still remembered the dreams that had haunted him all those years ago: wild dreams upside down, green lights flashing, and one time—when Harry was talking about this dream, Uncle Vernon almost crashed—a car that would Flying mopeds...

Suddenly, there was a deafening roar from somewhere nearby.

Harry straightened up abruptly, the top of his head banging against the low doorjamb.

He paused, cursed with Uncle Vernon's favorite swear words, then stumbled back to the kitchen, put his head in his hands, and looked out the window into the back garden.

The darkness seemed to ripple, and the air itself vibrated.

Then, as the Disillusionment Charm expired, a figure began to appear.

Most conspicuous is Hagrid, wearing a helmet and goggles, on a huge moped with a black sidecar.

Around him, others dismounted from broomsticks, and two more dismounted from a bony, winged black horse.

Harry opened the back door and sprinted among them.

There were greetings all around, Hermione threw her arms around him, Ron patted him on the back, and Hagrid said, "How is it, Harry? Ready to leave?"

"Of course," Harry said, looking at everyone with a smile, "I didn't expect so many of you to come!"

"The plans have changed."

Mad-Eye said gruffly, carrying two huge bulging sacks, his magic eye whizzing across the darkening sky, house, and garden with dizzying speed: "Let's take cover first." Get up and tell me more."

Harry ushered them all into the kitchen, where they sat laughing and laughing in chairs, on Aunt Petunia's polished kitchen counter, or leaned against her spotless utensils.

Ron, thin and tall;

Hermione, with her thick hair braided into a long braid at the back;

Fred and George, grinning alike;

Bill, with scars all over his face and long hair;

Mr. Weasley, kind-hearted, bald, with glasses a little askew;

Mad-Eye, battle-hardened, one-legged, with a shiny blue magic eye swishing and whizzing in its socket;

Tonks, with short hair in her favorite conspicuous pink;

Lupine, more haggard and lean;

Hibiscus, beautiful and slender, with long silver-white hair;

Kingsley, bald, broad shoulders, dark skin;

Hagrid, with bushy hair and beard, stood hunched over, afraid of bumping his head against the ceiling;

Mundungus Fletcher was a small, scruffy, wretched-looking man with drooping batter-hound eyelids and tangled hair.

But the sight and the situation made Harry's heart burst with joy, and he was very happy;

He really liked these people, even Mundungus himself,

You know, the last time we met, Harry wanted to strangle him.

"Kingsley, aren't you taking care of the Muggle Prime Minister?"

"He can handle it without me for one night," Kingsley said, "You are more important."

"Harry, guess what?"

Tonks was sitting on the washing machine, shaking her left hand at Harry: a ring was shining.

"Are you married?"

"I'm sorry you couldn't make it, Harry, we didn't make much of it."

"Great, congratulations—"

"Okay, okay, I have time to have a good chat in the future!"

Moody roared over the din, and the kitchen fell silent. Moody dropped his pockets at his feet and turned to Harry: "Dedalus probably told you that we had to abandon the first set of plans, and that Pierce Thicknesse has gone to war and caused us a lot of trouble.

He made a lot of things illegal, jail time if caught, like: connecting this house to the Floo network, putting a portkey here, or Apparating in and out.

He also said that this was done to protect you and prevent the mysterious person from catching you.

Pure nonsense, your mother's spell has done just that.

What he's doing is actually preventing you from getting out of here safely.

The second difficulty: you are not yet an adult, which means you still have traces on you. "

"I don't--"

"Zousi, Zongsi!"

Mad-Eye said impatiently, "A spell that detects magical activity by wizards under the age of seventeen, and the Ministry of Magic uses it to discover that minors use magic!

If you, or anyone around you, cast a spell to get you out of here, Thicknesses would know, and so would the Death Eaters. "

"We can't wait for Tsongsi to disappear, because once you turn seventeen, you will lose all the protection your mother gave you.

Simply put: Pierce Thickness thinks you're completely screwed. "

Harry couldn't help agreeing with the stranger Thicknesse.

"Then what shall we do?"

"There are only a few vehicles we can use: broomsticks, thestrals, and Hagrid's light bike, the only ones that are undetectable because no spells are needed."

Harry saw a hole in the plan, but he held back, giving Mad-Eye a chance to deal with it himself.

"Your mother's spell will break under two conditions: you are of age, or—"

Moody gestures to the spotless kitchen: "—you don't call this place home anymore.

Tonight, you and your aunt and uncle parted ways, knowing that you would never live together again, right? "

Harry nodded.

"So, once you leave this time and never come back, the spell will break when you step out of its bounds.

We chose to break it early because You-Know-Who is likely to come and get you when you turn seventeen. "

"We have an advantage, that is, the mysterious person doesn't know that we are going to transfer you tonight.

We gave the Ministry of Magic a false tip: they thought you weren't leaving until the 30th.

However, our opponent is the mysterious man, and it is not enough to expect him to get the date wrong;

He was sure to keep two Death Eaters patrolling the area, just in case.

So, we took the best possible protection for a whole dozen houses.

They all look like places we're going to hide you, and they all have some kind of connection to the Order: my house, the Kingsleys, Molly's Aunt Muriel's—you get the idea, don't you? "

"clear."

Harry wasn't quite telling the truth, he still saw a big hole in the plan.

"You go to Tonks' parents' house. Once you enter the range of the protection spell we set for the house, you can use a portkey to transfer to the Burrow. Is there a problem?"

"Er—yes, maybe they didn't know which of the twelve safe houses I was going to in the first place, but—"

He quickly counted the number of people: "——The fourteen of us flew to Tonks' parents' house, isn't it immediately clear?"

"Ah, the crucial point I forgot to mention.

The fourteen of us didn't all fly to Tonks' parents' house.

There will be seven Harry Potters flying through the air tonight, each with a companion, each group flying to a different safe house. "

Moody pulled a bottle of something muddy from under his cloak.

Without him saying another word, Harry immediately understood the whole plan.

"No!" he said loudly, his voice echoing in the kitchen: "No!"

"I told you that's how he would react."

"If you think I'm going to risk six people's lives—"

"—This is the first time for us."

"It's different, pretending to be me—"

"Well, we don't really like any of us, Harry."

Fred said solemnly, "Imagine if something went wrong and we couldn't go back, we'd be freckled, skinny little fools forever."

"If I don't cooperate, you can't do it. You need a few hairs from me."

"Yeah, in this way, the whole plan will be ruined."

George said, "If you don't cooperate, we obviously can't get any of your hair at all."

"Yes, thirteen against one, and that one can't use magic yet. We're hopeless."

"Ridiculous," said Harry, "it's ridiculous."

"If force is necessary, so be it,"

roared Moody, glaring at Harry, his eyes quivering slightly in their sockets:

"Everybody here is of legal age, Potter, and they're all ready to take the risk."

Mundungus shrugged and grimaced.

Moody's demon eyes swiveled and stared hard at him from the side of his head.

"Stop arguing, time is limited. I need a few hairs of yours, boy, come on."

"But it's so absurd, there's no need—"

"no need?!"

Moody roared sharply: "There is a mysterious person outside, and half of the Ministry of Magic is standing by his side.

Potter, if we're lucky, he'll believe the false information and plan to ambush you on the 30th, but he'll definitely have a Death Eater or two to spy on you, unless he's out of his mind, and I'd do the same Do.

With your mother's spell, they probably can't do anything to you or the house yet, but the spell will expire soon, and they know the approximate location of the house.

Our only chance is to use a double. Even the mysterious man couldn't divide himself into seven parts. "

Harry caught Hermione's gaze and looked away quickly.

"So, Potter - some hair, please."

Harry looked at Ron, who made a face at him as if to say, "Just do it."

"Come on!" Moody growled.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Harry reached out and grabbed a lock of hair on the top of his head, and pulled out a few.

"Very well," said Moody, limping forward, pulling the stopper from the potion bottle. "Please, put it in here."

Harry dropped his hair into the slushy liquid, and as soon as it touched the surface the potion began to bubble and smoke, turning a clear golden yellow in the blink of an eye.

"Yo, Harry, you look much better than Crabbe and Goyle," said Hermione, seeing Ron raise his eyebrows and blushing a little before adding, "Oh, you know what I mean - Goyle The potion is like dry booger."

"Okay, excuse me, the fake Potters line up here."

Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and Fleur stood in a row in front of Aunt Petunia's gleaming sink.

"One less."

"here."

said Hagrid gruffly, and took Mundungus by the scruff of the neck and threw him beside Fleur. Fleur visibly wrinkled her nose and walked over to stand between Fred and George.

"I told you I'd rather be protector."

"Shut up," growled Moody, "you boneless reptile, I told you that whatever Death Eaters we meet, they're out to catch Potter, not kill him.

Dumbledore always said that You-Know-Who wanted to end Potter himself.

The most important thing to worry about is the bodyguard. The Death Eaters will not die when they see the bodyguard. "

Mundungus didn't seem entirely relieved, but Moody had already taken out six eggcup-sized glasses from his cloak, distributed them, and poured a little Polyjuice Potion into each.

"Prepare—drink..."

Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Fleur and Mundungus all drank at the same time.

When the potion irritated their throats, they all gasped and grinned.

Immediately, their facial features began to squirm and deform like hot wax.

Hermione and Mundungus grew taller, while Ron, Fred, and George shrunk.

Their hair had turned black, and Hermione's and Fleur's seemed to be snapping back into their scalps.

Moody, indifferent to the scene, was unlacing the two large sacks he had brought.

When he straightened up, there were six Harry Potters panting heavily in front of him.

Fred and George turned to look at each other and said at the same time, "Wow - we're exactly the same!"

"I don't think so, I look better."

Fred looked at the kettle as a mirror and said.

"Ouch," Fleur looked at herself at the microwave door, "Bill, don't look at me—I'm ugly."

"Who's clothes are too big, I have small ones here," Moody said, pointing to the first pocket. Well, there's luggage in the other pocket."

Harry felt that although he had seen some extremely odd things, this was probably the weirdest he had ever seen.

He watched as his six doubles rummaged through their pockets, pulled out suits, put on their glasses, and shoved their own things aside.

He really wanted to ask them to respect his privacy a little bit, because they all started undressing without any qualms, showing his body with obvious nonchalance, which they certainly wouldn't do with their own bodies.

"I knew Ginny was lying when she said you had tattoos."

"Harry, your eyesight is terrible."

After the fake Harrys were dressed, they took out their backpacks and owl cages from the second pocket, each containing a stuffed snowflake.

"Very well," said Moody, seeing at last seven well-dressed, spectacled, and luggage-carrying Harrys standing in front of him. "The grouping is like this: Mundungus and I, riding brooms—"

"Why am I with you?"

"Because only you need surveillance."

roared Moody, keeping his Eye on Mundungus as he spoke: "Arthur and Fred—"

"I'm George," said the twin Moody was referring to, "how come we've become Harry and you can't tell us apart?"

"I'm sorry, George—"

"Just kidding, I'm actually Fred—"

"Stop messing around!"

Moody growled in exasperation: "The other—whoever—goes with Remus. Miss Delacour—"

"I take Fleur on Thestrals," Bill said. "She doesn't like broomsticks very much."

Fleur walked over and stood beside Bill, looking at him with that loving, tender look that Harry wished in the bottom of his heart never to appear on his face again.

"Miss Granger and Kingsley, also ride Thestrals—"

Hermione looked at the smiling Kingsley, and seemed very at ease.

Harry knew that Hermione also lacked confidence in riding a broomstick.

"It's just you and me, Ron!"

said Tonks cheerfully, and with a wave at Ron, she knocked over a cup holder.

Ron didn't look as happy as Hermione.

"You follow me, Harry. Will you?"

Hagrid looked a bit worried and said, "We're riding a motorcycle, and neither a broom nor a Thestral can bear my weight. But once I sit on the motorcycle, there's not much room left, so you sit in the sidecar."

"Very good."

"We speculate that the Death Eaters will think you're riding a broomstick."

Moody seemed to guess Harry's feelings, and said, "Snape has a lot of time to tell them about you that he didn't mention before, so if we encounter Death Eaters, they will definitely choose that rider." Broom particularly skilled potter.

All right," he continued, fastening the pockets of fake Potter's clothes, and leading the group towards the door, "we'll be leaving in three minutes.

The back door doesn't need to be locked, the locks won't stop the Death Eaters coming to search... come on..."

Harry hurried into the living room to get his knapsack, Firebolt, and Hedwig's cage, and joined the others into the dark back garden.

Beside him, broomsticks jumped into people's hands, Hermione was already sitting on the back of a huge black Thestral with Kingsley's support, and Bill helped Fleur to ride another Thestral.

Hagrid, wearing goggles, stood beside the moped, ready to go.

"Is that it? Is this Sirius' motorcycle?"

"This is the one," said Hagrid, looking down at Harry with a smile, "Harry, the last time you sat in it, I could lift you up with a single slap!"

Harry couldn't help feeling a little humiliated as he got into the sidecar.

That made him several heads shorter than everyone else: Ron couldn't help laughing when he saw Harry sitting in a bumper car like a kid.

Harry tucked his knapsack and broom at his feet and Hedwig's cage between his knees, it was so uncomfortable.

"Arthur made some tinkering."

Hagrid didn't seem to notice Harry's discomfort and just kept talking.

He stepped onto the motorcycle, which creaked and sank a few inches into the ground.

"Now it has a few tricks on the handle. It was my idea."

He tapped a purple button next to the odometer with his thick finger.

"Just be on the lookout, Hagrid," said Mr. Weasley, standing beside them, clutching his broomstick, "I'm still not sure if it's wise to use it as a last resort."

"Okay, everyone, get ready. I ask everyone to leave at the same time, or the whole diversion tactic will fail."

Everyone gets on a broom.

"Hold on tight, Ron."

Tonks said Harry saw Ron sneak a guilty glance at Lupine before wrapping his arms around Tonks' waist.

Hagrid started the motorcycle with a kick.

The car roared like a dragon, and the sidecar shook.

"Good luck everyone!"

Moody yelled:

"See you at the Burrow in an hour or so. I count to three.

one……

two……

three! "

The motorcycle roared earth-shatteringly, and Harry felt the sidecar tip dangerously to one side.

He was flying through the night sky, his eyes were slightly teary, and his hair was blown back.

Around him, broomsticks also rose into the air, and the long black tail of a thestral whizzed by.

They flew higher and higher in the air—

The cold wind howled, not a comfortable feeling.

Below them, in the villa, Jon was adjusting the machine for Joanne, and Joanne couldn't help but let out an exclamation when she saw Hedwig fall.

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