Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

A group of people crowded at the door, looking at the few people who were preparing to set off.

"Sul." Before setting off, Hermione whispered, like a little wife sending her husband off to work every day.

"Be careful."

Soul looked at Hermione, smiled brightly, said nothing, raised his hand to cover Hermione's fluffy head and rubbed it.

"It's almost time." Moody said solemnly, "Xiao Bo... Sur, will you disapparate?"

"I haven't had time to learn yet." Suer shook his head.

"It's okay, I'll teach you when you come back." Tonks patted Soul's shoulder lively.

"Then Dumbledore will have to go to St. Mungo's Magical Injury Department to hire a therapist to be on call at any time." Elegant Emmeline covered her mouth with her delicate hands and joked.

"Hey!" Tonks puffed her mouth and wanted to retort, but Moody's eyes glanced over, and Tonks shrank her neck and zipped up her mouth.

"In that case, I'll take you there." Moody shook his head and put his hand on Sur's shoulder. "After you come back, find some time to learn how to apparate. This spell is not difficult."

Suer nodded silently. Needless to say, Moody was ready to learn this magic spell. Just like modern people buying cars, whether it is a donkey or a car, they are indispensable.

"Let's go now and meet with Figg, especially you, Tonks, you know what I mean." Moody urged.

Several people disappeared, leaving only swirling dust floating in the bright yellow light.

……

"boom.."

"Ouch.."

The reckless Tonks was the third one to arrive at Mrs. Figg's house. She found the wrong place and accidentally hit the cat climbing frame in the living room.

"Meow!"

A big snow-white cat fell from the sky.

Tonks felt another heavy and furry thing cover her head, her vision suddenly went dark, and she couldn't help but scream.

"Don't worry, don't worry." Soul suppressed a smile and reached out to pick up the big white cat covering Tonks' head, and skillfully touched it from head to tail.

"It's a cat."

"Xue'er!" A kind old lady with gray hair and a dark green hairnet walked over quickly.

The big fat cat named Xue'er jumped out of Su Er's arms and shook its tail.

"Sorry, didn't I scare you?" Mrs. Figg glanced at the panting Tonks, who shook her head in shock.

Mrs. Figg then looked at Moody and said, "You are finally here."

"Thank you for your hard work during this time, Arabella." Moody glared at the reckless Tonks, then turned to Mrs. Figg and nodded her chin slowly.

"Is Harry okay? Let's go to the Dursley's to pick up Harry now. Where is that guy Mundungus?"

"He's still there to monitor." Mrs. Figg shook her head, "You really shouldn't give this task to that unreliable guy."

"Stop talking, Arabella, what happened has happened, and we are here to remedy it." Moody said in a deep voice, "Where is the direction of the Dursleys?"

Mrs. Figg pointed out the place and everyone filed out.

Her home was only two streets away from the Dursley's. Tonks knew that she had made Moody angry, so she and Soul were at the back of the group, shrinking their necks, and weakly thanked Soul. .

Although Moody's legs and feet were not very flexible, he walked at a fast pace. After a few minutes, the group successfully arrived at No. [-] Privet Drive.

Along the way, Moody's blue magic eye has been moving at high speed, rotating 360 degrees up, down, left and right to guard against possible enemies.

Fortunately, it was safe, and there was no unexpected scene of a few big men jumping out of the grass, raising their hands and releasing Avada to chew on the big melon.

The Dursley House is very quiet, and there is no light in the glass windows facing everyone. The lawn outside the house is neatly trimmed, which is pleasing to the eye. It must be said that Harry's aunt keeps the lawn very clean, which is good news for patients with obsessive-compulsive disorder. .

"For tonight's action, I went to the Muggle post office during the day and sent them a letter." Tonks said proudly,

"Fool, fool, I just said they won the prize for best lawn and then they went out and got it."

Tonks looked like she was begging for praise, but Kingsley, who merged with the night, poured a basin of cold water down.

"At this time, we must remain quiet, Tonks, and be alert."

Tonks curled her lips. She was used to being scolded every day in this team.

Tonks, who lasted two and a half years as an intern before becoming a full-time employee, said that this was just a trivial matter.

Moody, on the other hand, had no intention of appreciating the environment of the Dursleys' home, nor did he pay attention to Tonks behind him. He turned around and looked around for a while. After confirming that it was safe, he walked to the door, pulled out the wand from the crutch, and clicked the door lock. .

The door opened silently, and several people filed in with light steps.

Tonks was a talkative person. After being the last one to enter, she closed the door behind her and couldn't hold back her words. "Is this a Muggle house?"

"It's really clean, unlike my house..."

"Shh, Tonks, stay quiet." Moody turned around, "The Dursleys may not have left here. If Muggles see it, Dumbledore should write a report again."

Tonks made a zipper gesture, and several people filed into the living room along the corridor at the entrance. A brand new TV was facing them.

The room was quiet, and the streetlights shining through the glass windows only outlined the outlines of a few people.

"However, it seems that your plan worked. Tonks, the Dursleys have already gone out." Moody's magic eye swished a few times, and then fixed his gaze on the top of the closet not far away from the door frame of the living room. staircase.

"Harry found us."

In the shadows upstairs, Harry nervously grabbed his wand, slowly moved it to the top of the stairs, and pointed the tip of the wand at the people downstairs.

Soul also noticed a figure cocooning in the darkness upstairs.

He smiled as he walked to the door of Harry's old closet room and looked up.

"Hey Harry, put your wand away, do you want to knock us all out with the stun spell?"

"Thul?" Harry shouted in surprise, subconsciously speeding up and walking out without putting down his wand.

Be wary.

In fact, the reason is very simple. In the last school year, he stayed with a man who pretended to be their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, but in fact was a Death Eater. Moreover, the imposter Death Eater wanted to Kill him.

In addition, he had been attacked by dementors before, and he was not stupid. He easily guessed that the dementors were most likely sent by the bald braised egg who always wanted to kill him.

At this time, several wizards suddenly broke into the house.

Surprised, Harry took a few steps forward to reach the stairs. He suddenly stopped, reacted, and squinted to try to see the familiar figure below.

"No, Su'er is obviously still in the school infirmary. Who are you?!"