"You'd better be quick, this fireplace only has temporary access to the network, and it will be noticed after a long time, and I don't dare to be caught by someone from the Department of Transportation. ”

"You've got to figure out who you're talking to, kid, maybe you think you're playing a little trick," Voldemort's snake face rose and fell in the green fire of the demonic furnace, "Can you threaten the most powerful wizarding king of all time?" Voldemort roared.

"I don't know when you've added the title of 'King of Wizards'. Silver sneered, "You're now the most wanted in the wizarding world, and everyone is looking for you - the Aurors, the Order of the Phoenix, the evil Dark Wizards outside of Europe, and even another ...... you."

"Enough is enough!" Voldemort growled under his breath, his snake face twisting and becoming more terrifying, "I don't think I should have let you go in the first place." ”

"You're glad you didn't kill me in the first place. Silver said, "Why don't you think you'll be alive until now?" ”

"Shut up, how can an imposter be my opponent of Voldemort, what's the use of those shitties supporting him? I will defeat a qiē opponent and build a wizarding empire like never before!"

"Well, future Wizard Emperor, I hope you can retrieve more Horcruxes, find that thing, and then you can talk to me about your great ambitions,"

"So now, goodbye. Silver grabbed a handful of powder and sprinkled it on the demonic green fire, which grew vigorous. It engulfed Voldemort's head in an instant.

"You'll get down on your knees and beg me someday, Silver ......"

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The long summer holidays were a joy for most students, but Harry never felt that way - he was always the extra one at his aunt's house. After his godfather Sirius cleared his name, he had asked to live with Sirius, but Dumbledore told him that he had to stay at Aunt Penny's house for the summer holidays until he became an adult.

Last year, there were many thrilling events, when he was inexplicably selected as a champion of the Triwizard Tournament, and then sent to Voldemort by a fake Moody in a vanishing cabinet disguised as a meditation basin, and the memories of this time seemed to disappear from Harry's mind. He was brought back to Hogwarts by Silver in a coma. Many people asked him about his experience during this time, but Harry couldn't answer.

"Do I look like a clown?" Harry sighed and muttered to himself.

Suddenly, he distinctly heard a commotion coming from the kitchen below.

He sat up. Listen closely. The Dursleys were out yesterday. Said he was going on vacation to France. It's impossible to come back now.

There was silence for a few seconds, and then the sound of voice was heard.

Thieves, he thought. As he quietly got out of bed—but then it occurred to him that the thieves would not dare to speak loudly, and that the people walking around the kitchen were apparently not muffling their voices.

He grabbed his wand from the bedside table and stood with his face against the bedroom door, listening intently. Then, with a click of the lock, the bedroom door slammed open, and he jumped in fright.

Harry stood motionless, looking through the open door at the dark landing, pricking up his ears to catch the movement, but no more was heard. He hesitated for a moment, then hurried, silently, out of his room and into the staircase.

His heart jumped to his throat. Several people stood in the dimly lit foyer below, silhouettes reflected by the light of the streetlamps that peeked through the glass doors. There were eight or nine of them, and it seemed to Harry that they were all looking up at him.

"Put down your wand, child, lest you gouge out anyone's eyes. A deep, gruff voice said.

Harry's heart was beating uncontrollably. He heard the voice, but didn't drop his wand.

"Professor Moody?" he asked, uncertain.

"I don't know if the professor doesn't teach. The gruff voice yelled, "I haven't gotten much of a chance to teach, have I? Come down, we want to take a good look at you." ”

Harry lowered his wand slightly, but still clenched it tightly in his hands, and his feet didn't move. He had every reason to be skeptical. Just recently, he spent nine months with the man he thought was Mad-Eye Moody, only to find out that it wasn't Moody at all, but an impostor, and kidnapped him to Voldemort, who is still at large. Before Harry could figure out what to do next, a second slightly hoarse voice floated up from downstairs.

"No problem, Harry. We're here to take you away. ”

Harry's heart jumped for joy. The voice was also familiar to him, even though it hadn't been heard in more than a year.

"Professor Lupin Lupin?" he said in disbelief. "Is that you?"

"Why are we all standing in the dark?" a third voice spoke, this time a completely unfamiliar voice, a woman's voice, "fluorescent flickering. ”

A flash of light suddenly appeared on the head of a wand, and the magic light illuminated the hallway. Harry blinked. The people below were huddled at the top of the stairs, looking up at him intently, and a few of them were stretching their necks so that they could see him-32 more clearly.

Remus Lupin stood closest to him. Despite his young age, Lupin looked very tired and haggard. He had more gray hair than Harry had last broken up with him, and his robes had a few more patches and were more worn out than before. However, a big smile bloomed on his face as he looked at Harry. Harry, though he was too surprised to do so, reluctantly smiled at him.

"Oh, he looks exactly what I thought. The witch with the glowing wand held aloft said. She seemed to be the youngest of them, with a pale, heart-shaped face, a pair of sparkling black eyes, and short, spiky hair of a bright violet. "Hello, Harry!"

"Ah, I see what you mean, Remus," said a dark-skinned, bald-headed wizard standing at the back—his voice was low and slow, and he wore a gold ring on one ear—"and he looked exactly like Jaime. ”

"Except for those eyes," said a silver-haired, snoring wizard in the back, "Lily's eyes." ”

Mad-Eye Moody has long, gray hair. A large piece of meat was missing from the nose. Two asymmetrical eyes were narrowing and staring at Harry suspiciously. One of his eyes was small, dark and bright, and the other was large, round, and flashed an electric blue—a magical eye that could see through walls, doors, and the back of Moody's own head.

"Can you guarantee that this is him, Lupin?" he roared in a gruff voice, "and we're going to get in big trouble if we bring back a Death Eater pretending to be him." We'd better ask him something that only Potter himself would know. Unless someone has a truth potion?"

"Harry, what does your Patronus look like?" Lupin asked.

"A stag. Harry said nervously.

"That's right, it's him, Mad-Eye. Lupin said.

"Alright, since it's him, let's hurry, now is not the time to catch up, Sirius is still waiting for us. ”

"I, I mean, what are we going to do?" asked Harry.

"What for?" said Moody in a gruff voice, "we're going to have to escort you somewhere where you'll be safer, and by the way let you know what you're doing now—that's what Dumbledore meant." (To be continued......)