HP Magic Biography

Wonderful, Lupine said when he looked up to see Tonks Flint and Harry coming in. I think we're leaving in about a minute. We should probably go out into the garden and get ready. Harry, I left a letter telling your uncle and aunt not to worry—

They won't worry, Harry said.

And you're safe.

That would just disappoint them.

And you'll see them again next year.

Do I have to see them again? Lupine smiled but didn't answer.

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

Okay, I understand. Harry felt an inexplicable irritability, So, where are we going?

A place you want to go. Fan Lin said helplessly, he could understand Harry's mood very well, as the person concerned, but was excluded by Dumbledore.

Come here, kid, Moody said roughly, drawing Harry towards him with his wand. I need to make you invisible.

What do you need from me? Harry said anxiously. Invisibility spell, Moody said, raising his wand. Lupine said you had an invisibility cloak once, but it didn't work when we were flying, and the spell would disguise you better. You come here—

Moody hit Harry's head hard, and Harry had the odd feeling that Moody was just hitting an egg. Cold magic flowed into Harry's body from the point where the wand struck.

I know, it's the Disillusionment Charm. Harry said, looking at his palm, he saw Fan Lin used this spell before, but now he also needs it?

Has the situation gotten so serious?

Nice lad, Moody, Tonks said admiringly, looking at Harry's belly. Harry looked down at his body, or rather what had been his body, because it looked nothing like it did before. It's not invisible, it's just the exact color and texture of the kitchen behind his body attached to his body. Harry now looked like a human chameleon.

Come with me, Moody said, opening the door with his wand. They all went outside and stepped on the beautiful lawn that Uncle Vernon had tended. Clear night sky, grunted Moody, his magic eye scanning the heavens. Maybe get some cloud cover. Well, you, he called to Harry, we're going to fly in close formation. Tonks is ahead of you,

You will follow her closely, Lupine will cover you under you, I will be behind you, Fanlin will be beside you, and the others will form a circle around us. Under no circumstances should the formation be disrupted, understand? If any of us were killed—”

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

The rest keep flying, don't stop, don't break formation. If they take all of us and you survive, Harry, our rear guard is currently assembled at another location, keep flying east and they'll pick you up of.

Don't look so happy, Moody, Harry will think we don't realize the seriousness of the situation, Tonks said, strapping Harry's suitcase and Hedwig's cage fully armed to the broom.

Also, I don't think your second option is very reliable sir, they are not so rampant. Fan Lin said as if to comfort Harry.

It is not difficult to understand that now Voldemort has no time to pay attention to Harry at all, he is indulging in more powerful magic power, this is the news from Trevor.

Oh, maybe, don't let your guard down boy, although those Death Eaters are bad, but the curse will still take you away, won't it?

Take it away? Harry asked.

Probably dead. Moody muttered, but he couldn't hide his excitement at all.

Please, Moody. Tonks said helplessly.

I'm just telling the kid about the plan, Moody grumbled, that our job is to get Harry to headquarters safely, and if we die in the operation—

As Fan Lin said, no one dies, Kensley Shacklebolt said in his deep and calm voice.

Get on your broomsticks, that's the first signal! Lupine screamed, pointing at the sky.

High above them, a bright red flare tree was already flashing in the night sky, and Harry recognized it immediately as a wand flare. He put his right foot over his Thunderbolt broom and grasped the handle lightly, and he felt the broom vibrate slightly, as if longing to be up in the air with Harry again.

Second signal, let's go!

Lupine ordered loudly as another green flare exploded high in the air.

Harry kicked the ground hard.

As the neat square lawn of Privet Drive faded away, the cool night wind whistling through Harry's hair, the lawn quickly shrank into a dull patchwork of green and black, and at the same time, all Thoughts of the Ministry hearings were thrown out of his mind, as if a howling wind had blown them out of Harry's head.

He felt as if his heart was going to explode with joy: he was flying once more, off Privet Drive as he had been fantasizing about all summer, and now he was going home for a few honorable deeds, all his My problems seem to be receding, and they seem so insignificant under the vast, starry night sky.

Fan Lin felt nothing. If possible, he would be happy to use the flying carpet that he and Hermione bought, but the British Ministry of Magic does not allow it.

Sitting on a broom is really uncomfortable, and it takes a lot of energy to turn it into magic...

However, it is quite exciting 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. This is simply not too comfortable. .

Enjoy the London night sky and the thrill of adventure.

Steer left, sharp left, there's a Muggle looking up! Moody called from behind.

Tonks made a sharp turn, and Harry followed closely, seeing his suitcase swing wildly under Tonks' broom.

We need to gain altitude, climb a quarter of a mile! Harry's eyes were watering in the cold as they rose sharply, and now he could see nothing below but the faint flicker of headlights and street lights.

Two of those faint flashes of light might have belonged to Uncle Vernon's car, and the Dursleys should be heading back to that empty home by now, probably pissed off by that nonsense lawn game, thinking here Harry couldn't help laughing, though his voice was quickly drowned out by the flapping of the others' robes, the creaking of the wind as they rushed through the air.

Harry hadn't felt so alive, or happy, in nearly a month.

Due south! Moody called. There's a town ahead. They swerved to the right to avoid going directly through the cobwebs of lights below.

Azimuth southeast, continue to climb, there are a few low-altitude clouds in front of us, we can fly in to hide ourselves! Moody issued instructions.

We're not going through the clouds! Tonks exclaimed angrily. We're going to get wet, Moody! Hearing her say this relieved Harry, who had been gripping the handle of his Thunderbolt broom so nervously that his hands They are gradually numb. He wished he remembered the suit jacket, now he was shivering with cold.

Fan Lin's choice was really correct. Before setting off, he secretly added a warming spell to him, otherwise it would have been even worse.

Even so, Harry wasn't much better off.

From time to time, they changed their course according to the instructions of the magic eye. Harry's eyes were shutting from the strong cold wind, and his ears were starting to ache, and he could remember the only time he'd felt this cold before, and that was at a snowstorm in his third year. A Quidditch match with Hufflepuff School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The bodyguards around him were like a flock of gray birds. Harry couldn't tell the exact time. He was amazed at how far they had traveled, it felt like at least an hour had passed.

Turn southwest! cried Moody. We're avoiding the railroad!

Harry was cold now, and he longed for the warm, dry car down there, and then, he missed traveling on Floo powder even more, maybe it wasn't a pleasant thing to get dizzy in the fireplace, but at least it was warm inside the flames of.

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

Fan Lin didn't care, the unexpected ability to resist cold, Harry remembered that Fan Lin said that it was brought to him by a spell, a Chinese spell.

Too bad, the magic power of the warming spell has declined to the extreme, only a piece of the chest is still hot, and the magic power is naturally compressed there.

Kensley Shacklebolt suddenly pounced on his surroundings, his bald head and earrings shone slightly under the reflection of the moonlight, and now Emily Vance was on his right, her wand had been drawn out , looked left and right, and then swooped over Harry's head. Her position was replaced by Sturgis Podmer.

We should turn back twice to make sure we're not being followed! cried Moody.

Are you crazy, Moody? Tonks yelled from up front. We're freezing on broomsticks! We're sure we won't get there next week if we do that! Besides, we're It's almost there!

It's okay, no one followed, I marked everyone, and strange wizards will be discovered.

Time to start landing! came Lupine's shout. Follow Tonks, Harry!

Harry followed Tonks into a dive.

In front of them was the largest network of lights Harry had ever seen, a huge, chaotic criss-crossing of lights, scattered in the deepest darkness. They flew lower and lower until Harry could see individual headlights and streetlights, as well as chimneys and TV antennas. He wanted to get to the ground now, though he was sure someone might have to thaw him out to get him off the broom.

Here, let's go! Tonks yelled, and a few seconds later she was down. Harry descended after him, and landed in the middle of a small square covered with tangled weeds. Tonks had already unpacked the rest of Harry's luggage.

Harry looked around tremblingly. The surrounding houses had a grubby exterior and didn't look welcoming to visitors: some had broken windows, dim streetlights peeked through, paint was peeling from many of the doors, and vast amounts of rubbish piled up on the front steps superior.

Where are we? Harry asked.

A place you'll like. Fan Lin arched Harry's shoulders, just like Fred always did.

Lupine said calmly, Wait a minute.

Moody rummaged inside his robes, his large gnarled hands clumsy with the cold.

Found it, he grunted, lifting what looked like a silver cigarette in the air with a click. With a bang, the nearest street lamp suddenly went out. He fiddled with the lighter again, and the adjacent street lights went out, and he continued to fiddle with the lighter until all the street lights in the square were extinguished, and finally only the lights were left from the curtained windows and the sickle-shaped lamp on his head. moon.

Borrowed from Dumbledore, Moody muttered, returning the lighter to his coat pocket. That's to prevent any Muggles looking out of the windows, see? Come here now, quick.

He took Harry by the arm and led him off the grass, across the road and onto the pavement, followed by Lupine and Tonks with Harry's suitcase between them and the rest of the bodyguards drawn Wands are protected on their sides.

The dull thump of a speaker came from the upstairs window of the nearest house. A pungent smell emanated from a mass of bulging coffers behind the broken door.

Here, Moody murmured, tossing a piece of parchment into Harry's colorful hand and bringing his glowing wand close to the parchment so that it would illuminate the writing on it. Read it quickly and remember it.

Harry looked down at the parchment. In small, illegible writing, it read: Phoenix Command Headquarters can be found at 12 Grimmauld Place, London.

What's the so-and-so order—? Harry started asking.

Not here, boy! cried Moody. Wait here till we get in.

He pulled the parchment out of Harry's hand and set it on fire with his wand. Harry looked around the houses again as the note curled up in the flames and floated to the ground.

They were standing outside the house now, and he looked to his left for number eleven, then to his right, and it was number thirteen.

But where is—

Try to recall what you just remembered, Lupine said quietly.

Harry began to recall that, before long, he had arrived at number 12, Grimmauld Place, a filthy facade save for a broken door that now appeared between numbers eleven and thirteen. and dirty windows.

No matter which direction these things look from the outside, they look like extra parts from another house.

The speakers in Room 13 boomed. Apparently the Muggles who live in it don't feel anything.

Magic, a hidden house, obviously beyond Harry's cognition, just like the House of Requirement, but it was in Hogwarts, and it was not comparable to this twisted world at all. Obviously, left and right People are Muggles, sitting in the room watching TV, with the Beatles next to them, looking like a fanatic.

Don't be dazed, this is what you want to see. Fan Lin patted Harry on the shoulder, telling Harry to hurry up.