HP Magic Biography

Harry walked up the old steps, his eyes fixed on the new extra door.

Its black paint was battered and scratched. The silver doorknob had twisted into a serpentine shape. There is neither a keyhole nor a letterbox on the gate.

Lupine took out his wand and knocked once on the door. Harry heard a loud, metallic click from the door, which sounded like a metal chain. The door creaked open.

Go in, Harry, whispered Lupine, but don't go too far and don't touch anything.

Harry entered the almost completely dark hall. He could smell a damp, dusty, sweet mix, and the place felt like an abandoned building.

He looked over his shoulder as the others followed neatly behind him, Lupine and Tonks holding his suitcase and Hedwig's cage in their hands. Moody was standing on the top step and was using the lighter to restore the streetlights that had been extinguished outside. The light flew back into the bulbs, and the little plaza was on again immediately before Moody limped in and closed the gate. It was shrouded in orange light again, and Moody had closed the door, so the hall became completely dark.

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Moody smacked Harry's head again with his wand, and this time Harry felt another wave of heat run down his back, knowing that the so-called invisibility spell, the Disillusionment Charm, had broken.

Listen everyone, stand still while I give you a little light, Moody whispered. The silence of the others gave Harry an odd foreboding, as though they had entered the room of a dying man. He heard a soft hiss, and then all the old-fashioned gas lamps on the walls came on, casting a flickering, erratic light on the mottled wallpaper and a strip of worn carpet. Yes, a long, dark corridor, with a cobweb-covered tree-shaped decorative lamp flickering on the top of the corridor, and old blackened portraits hanging on the crooked walls.

Harry heard some kind of valve opening in the skirting boards behind him. Both the lighting tree and the candelabra on a rickety table nearby are shaped like a large poisonous snake.

There was the sound of hurried footsteps in the distance, and Ron's mother, Mrs Weasley, appeared from behind a door at the far end of the hall. She hurried to Harry with a welcoming face, but Harry noticed that she was even thinner and paler than the last time he saw her.

Oh, Harry, nice to meet you! she whispered and gave Harry a rib-stripping hug, then took his arm and examined it critically. You look even thinner, and you're going to get some nutrition, but I'm afraid you'll have to wait until supper.

She turned to the group of wizards behind Harry and whispered eagerly, He has just arrived, and the meeting has already begun. Harry walked towards the door from which Mrs Weasley had just appeared. Harry tried to keep up with Lupine, but Mrs. Weasley pulled him back.

No, Harry, this meeting is only for members of the Order. Ron and Hermione are upstairs, and you can wait for them until the meeting is over, and then we'll have dinner. Keep your voices as low as you can in the hall, she added at last added in an eager whisper.

Why?

I don't want to wake anything up.

What will you wake up—?

I'll explain to you later, I have to hurry, I'm going to a meeting - for now I'm just going to show you where to sleep. Mrs. Weasley pressed her fingers to her lips, and she led Harry on tiptoe Passed a pair of long, moth-infested curtains, behind which Harry figured there must be another door. Then, after skirting what appeared to be a giant umbrella stand made of several giant legs, they walked up a dark staircase, past a row of miniature head-like objects pasted on the wall for decoration. Getting a little closer Harry saw that the heads belonged to house elves. They all have snouts like pig's mouths.

Harry's bewilderment deepened with every step he took. What on earth had they done in this house to make the place look more like the property of the darkest wizards?

Mrs. Weasley, why—? Ron and Hermione will explain everything to you, dear, I really have to go, whispered Mrs. Weasley, there—they've arrived Second floor,—your room is on the right. I'll call you when the meeting is over.

Wait a minute, Mrs. Weasley—I mean, where's Valin?

Oh, him? Mrs. Weasley's expression was a little unnatural, He wants to attend the meeting, and Dumbledore allowed it... Then she hurried downstairs again.

Dumbledore allows? Harry repeated, but before Harry could ask again, Mrs. Weasley had disappeared.

Harry crossed the dark landing, turned the doorknob, which was also shaped like the head of a serpent, and opened the door. He glanced briefly at the gloomy high ceiling, a double room, and heard a loud chirping noise, followed by an even louder scream, before Harry's vision was blocked by a huge , with a face dominated by a mass of bushy hair.

Well, it's really inappropriate to say that, but that feeling of going from far to near and not reacting is indeed the case.

You said a burst of fragrance?

Harry didn't know whether Hermione was fragrant or not, and he would be killed for this matter. However, Hermione's lion-like explosion of hair is much better, it looks more like a Yule Ball.

Hermione rushed up to give Harry a hug, almost knocking him to the ground, while Ron's little owl, Piglet, circled excitedly above their heads.

Hurry up! Ron, he's here, and Harry is here! Fanlin and the others brought Harry back safely! Oh, how are you? Are you okay? Are you going to lose your temper with us? I bet You will, I know our letter is useless - because we can't tell you anything... Dumbledore made us swear to say nothing, oh, there's a lot we're dying to tell you, and you have a lot too Tell us - those bloody dementors! When we heard - from the Ministry of Magic of course - that was so cruel, I rolled my eyes at them, they can't fire you, they just can't, There's a clause in that Minor Witchcraft Restriction Act that allows the use of magic in life-threatening situations—

Give him a break, Hermione, said Ron, smiling as the door closed behind Harry.

He seemed to have grown a few more inches in the month they had been apart, making him look more lanky than ever, but his long nose, bright red hair, and freckles remained the same.

Hermione, still beaming, let Harry go, but before she could say another word there was a soft whistling sound as something white darted down from the top of the dark wardrobe and fell softly. on Harry's shoulder.

Hedwig!

The snow-white owl knocked at its beak and nibbled affectionately on Harry's ear as Harry stroked its feathers.