HP Magic Biography

"Excellent," Lupin said when he looked up and saw Tonks Fanlin and Harry coming in. "I think we will leave in about a minute. Maybe we should go out to the garden to get ready. Harry, I left a letter telling your uncle and aunt not to worry—"

"They won't worry about it," Harry said.

"And you are safe."

"That will only disappoint them."

"And you will see them again next year."

"Do I have to see them again?" Lupin smiled but made no answer.

"You should know, Harry, even though I don't want you to come back here..."

"Okay, I know." Harry was inexplicably irritated. "So, where are we going?"

"A place you want to go." Fanlin said helplessly. He understood Harry's feelings well as a party, but was excluded by Dumbledore.

"Come here, boy," Moody used his wand roughly to draw Harry to him, "I need to hide you."

"What do you need to take me?" Harry said anxiously. "Invisibility spell," Moody said, raising his wand. "Lupin said you once got a cloak of invisibility, but it can't be used when we fly. This spell can better disguise you. Here you are—"

Moody knocked Harry's head hard, Harry had a strange feeling, as if Moody was just knocking an egg. The cold magic power flowed from the point of the wand to Harry's body.

"I know, it's a phantom spell." Harry said and looked at his palm. He saw that Fanlin had used this spell, but now he needs it too?

Is the situation serious enough to this point?

"Nice boy, Moody," Tonks said admiringly while looking at Harry's stomach. Harry looked down at his body, or to be precise what was once his body, because it looked nothing like the original. It is not invisible, but just accurately attaches the color and material of the kitchen behind his body to his body. Harry now looked like a human-shaped chameleon.

"Come with me," Moody opened the door with his wand. They all walked outside and stepped on the beautiful lawn carefully cared for by Uncle Vernon. "Clear night sky," Moody murmured, his magic eyes scanning heaven. "Maybe some clouds are needed to cover it. Okay, you," he called to Harry, "we are going to fly in tight formation. Tonks is in front of you, and you must follow her closely, Lupin. Cover you below you, I will be behind you, Fanlin next to you, and others form a circle around us. Under no circumstances can the formation be broken, understand? If one of us is killed ——"

"What do I look like?" Harry asked worriedly. But Moody ignored him.

"The rest continue to fly. Don't stop and don't destroy the formation. If they kill all of us and you survive, Harry, our guards are currently being assembled in another place, flying eastward, they will meet you. of."

"Don't look so happy, Moody, Harry would think we didn't realize the seriousness of the situation," Tonks said, strapping Harry's suitcase and Hedwig's cage to the broomstick.

"Also, I don't think your second option is very reliable, Mr. They are not so rampant yet." Fanlin said as if to comfort Harry.

It is not difficult to understand that Voldemort has no time to pay attention to Harry now. He is addicted to more powerful magical powers. This is the news from Tefrey.

"Oh, maybe, don't let your guard down, kid, although those Death Eaters are terrible, but the curse that caught off guard will still take you away, right?"

"Take it away?" Harry asked.

"Probably it's dead," Moody murmured, but his expression of excitement couldn't hide it at all.

"Please, Moody." Tonks said helplessly.

"I just told the kid about the plan," Moody complained. "Our job is to send Harry safely to the headquarters, and if we lose our lives in this operation—"

"Like Fanlin said, no one will die," Kensley Shakreport said in his low, calm voice.

"Climb on your broomsticks, that was the first signal!" Lupin screamed, pointing to the sky.

High up above them, a bright red flare was already flashing in the night sky, and Harry immediately recognized it as a wand flare. He crossed his thunderbolt broomstick with his right foot and gently grasped the handle. He felt the broom vibrate slightly, as if longing and Harry rose into the air again.

"The second signal, let's go!"

Lupin ordered loudly when another green flare exploded at high altitude.

Harry furiously kicked the ground.

When the neat square lawn of Privet Road went away, the cool night breeze whizzed through Harry’s hair, and the lawn quickly shrank into a dim green and black patchwork. At the same time, all All the thoughts about the Ministry of Magic's hearing were left behind, as if the whistling wind had blown them out of Harry's mind.

He felt that his heart was about to explode because of happiness: he was flying again, flying away from Privet Drive as he had imagined all summer, because of a few glorious actions he was going home now, he had all All of the problems seemed to be gone, and they seemed so irrelevant under this vast, star-filled night sky.

Fanlin didn't feel much, if he could, he would be happy to take out the flying carpet he and Hermione bought, but the British Ministry of Magic didn't allow it.

It is really uncomfortable to sit on the broom, and it will consume a lot of energy if it is magical...

However, it is quite exciting to be able to bring Harry out. Think about it, Ron and the others can only squat at home, and he can come out to participate in Harry’s rescue operation, which is simply not too comfortable. .

Enjoy the thrill of London's night sky and adventure.

"Turn to the left, turn to the left, a Muggle is looking up!" Moody called from behind.

Tonks made a sudden turn, and Harry followed closely, and saw his suitcase sway greatly under Tonks' broomstick.

"We need to raise the altitude, climb a quarter of a mile!" Harry's eyes were weeping in the cold as they rose sharply, and now he could see nothing but the faint flashes of the headlights and streetlights below.

Two of those faint flashes may belong to Uncle Vernon’s car. The Dursley family should be returning to that empty home soon. They may be furious about the imaginary lawn race, thinking about this. Harry couldn't help laughing, although his voice was quickly drowned out by the sound of other people's robes, and the creaking wind came into his ears as they quickly passed through the air.

Harry had never felt so alive or happy in the past month.

"It's just south!" Moody called, "There's a town ahead." They turned to the right to avoid going directly through the light that shone like a spider web below.

"It is in the southeast and continues to climb. There are a few low-altitude clouds in front of us. We can fly in to hide ourselves!" Moody gave instructions.

"Let's not cross the clouds!" Tonks exclaimed, "We will get wet, Moody!" Harry was relieved when she said these words. He was holding the handle of the thunderbolt broomstick so tightly that he was holding both hands. All gradually became numb. He hoped he remembered the suit jacket, and now he was shaking with cold.

Fanlin's choice was really correct, and he secretly added a warm-up spell before setting off, otherwise it might be even worse.

Even so, Harry was not much better.

From time to time, they follow the instructions of the magic eye to change the route. Harry's eyes couldn't be opened because of the strong cold wind, and his ears began to ache. He could remember this feeling of coldness only once before, and that was when he participated in a snowstorm in the third grade. Quidditch match with Hefpaff School of Magic. The bodyguards around him are like a flock of big gray birds. Harry couldn't figure out the exact time. He was surprised how long they had flown, and it felt like at least an hour had passed.

"Turn to the southwest!" Moody called, "We must avoid the railroad!"

Harry is cold now, he yearns for the warm and dry car below, and then he even misses the experience of traveling with Floo powder even more. Maybe it’s not a comfortable thing to turn around in the fireplace, but at least it’s warm in the flames. of.

It would be great if Hermione was there at this time, and she would definitely give a solution.

Fanlin didn't care, his unexpected cold resistance, Harry remembered that Fanlin had said that it was a Chinese spell brought to him by the spell.

Very bad, the magic power of the warm-up spell has declined to the extreme, only the part of the chest is still hot, the magic is naturally compressed there.

Kensley Shakreport suddenly pounced around him, his bald head and earrings shone slightly under the reflection of the moonlight, and now it was Emilan Vance on his right and her wand had been taken out. , Looked left and right, and then swooped over Harry's head. Sturgis Podmer took her place.

"We should turn back twice to make sure we are not being followed!" Moody called.

"Are you crazy, Moody?" Tonks yelled in front. "We are all freezing on the broom! If we do, we won't be able to get there next week without a doubt! And, we are now Already close there!"

"It's okay, no one will follow. I marked everyone and strange wizards will be spotted."

"It's time to start landing!" Lupin's shout came. "Follow Tonks, Harry!"

Harry followed Tonks and dived down.

In front of them was the largest light net Harry had ever seen, a huge, chaotic light crisscrossing each other, scattered in the deepest darkness. They flew lower and lower until Harry could see the individual headlights and street lights, as well as the chimney and TV antenna. He wanted to land on the ground now, although he was sure that someone might have to thaw him to get him off the broom.

"Here, let's go!" Tonks shouted, and after a few seconds she landed. Harry followed and descended, and landed in the middle of a small square with a messy canopy: weeds. Tonks has untied Harry's other luggage.

Harry looked around trembling. The surrounding houses have dirty exteriors, and they don’t seem to welcome visitors: some houses have broken windows, the light from street lamps is faintly leaking, paint is peeling off many doors, and a lot of garbage is piled up on the front steps. on.

"Where are we?" Harry asked.

"A place you would like." Fanlin arched Harry's shoulders, just like Fred always did.

Lupin said calmly, "Wait a minute."

Moody rummaged around in his robe, his big rough hands clumsy from the cold.

"Found it," he muttered, holding up a lighter that looked like a silver cigarette in the air and making a click. With a bang, the nearest street light suddenly went out. He fiddled with the lighter again, and the adjacent street lights went out. He kept fiddled with the lighter until all the street lights in the square were off. In the end, only the light came through the window with curtains and the sickle-shaped head on his head. moon.

"Borrowed from Dumbledore," Moody muttered and put the lighter back in his coat pocket. "That's to prevent any Muggles from looking out the window. Do you see it? Come here now, hurry up."

He grabbed Harry by the arm and led him off the grass, across the road and onto the sidewalk. Lupin and Tonks followed them. Between them was Harry’s suitcase. The rest of the bodyguards were all pulled out. The wand protects on their sides.

The dull thump of a speaker came from the upper window of the nearest house. A pungent smell emanated from the pile of bulging cabinets inside the broken door.

"Here," Moody whispered, he threw a piece of parchment into Harry's colorful hands and brought his glowing wand close to the piece of parchment so that it could illuminate the writing. "Read it quickly and remember it."

Harry looked down at the parchment. The little handwriting is ambiguous, and it says: Phoenix Command Command can be found at 12 Grimmauld Place, London.

"What's so-and-so instruction—?" Harry began to ask.

"Not here, boy!" Moody called, "Wait here until we get in."

He took the parchment paper out of Harry's hand and set it alight with his wand. When the note curled up in the flames and floated to the ground, Harry looked at the surrounding houses again.

They were standing outside the house now. He looked at the 11th on the left, and then the 13th on the right~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but where is it—"

"Try to remember what you just remembered," Lupin said calmly.

Harry began to think about it. Soon he arrived at Grimmauld Place 12, except for a knocked door that now appeared between 11th and 13th, the rest was a dirty exterior wall. And dirty windows.

No matter which direction these things look from outside, they seem to be extra parts of another family.

The speakers in the house of Room 13 rumbling. Obviously the Muggles living in it couldn't feel anything.

Magic, a hidden house. Obviously, it surpasses Harry’s cognition. It is the same as the House of Requirement, but it is in Hogwarts. It is not comparable to this twisted world at all. Obviously, it is right and left. People are all Muggles, sitting in the house watching TV, with the Beatles next to him, looking like an avid fan.

"Don't be stunned, this is what you want to see." Fanlin patted Harry on the shoulder, and Harry went up quickly.