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On the way back, there was no danger, but Moody's kept changing routes, making everyone unbearably cold.

Evan hugged Harry from behind, he didn't have to control the broomstick, but he didn't have the heart to think about anything else right now.

The cold wind blew in the dark night, and the temperature was much cooler than when they came.

Aven's eyes narrowed, his ears aching, and he could feel Harry's body freeze as well.

He prefers the feeling of using apparitions to the unbearable flight, and even flying away is much better than that.

It may not be comfortable to spin around in the fireplace, but at least it's hot and roasted by the flames.

Above them, Kingsley flickered around them, bald head and earrings shimmering in the moonlight.

Tonks had been following the two men to the right, and the wand that had been raised high was also put away.

Evan had no doubt that if a group of Death Eaters flew in front of them at this time, they would not have the slightest ability to resist.

"Turning southwest, we'd better turn back a little bit to make sure we're not being followed!" Moody exclaimed.

"Are you crazy, Madeye?" Tonks screamed, swishing past Evan and Harry, "we're all freezing on broomsticks, and if we keep going off course like this, we probably won't be there for next week." And, we're almost there!"

"It's time to start landing!" Kingsley said.

"Alright, land!" Moody said unhappily.

"This is ......" Harry shivered and looked around.

The doors of the surrounding houses have a gloomy face, and they look like they are thousands of miles away. Some houses had broken windows that glowed dimly in the light of street lamps, many doors were peeling with paint, and a few homes were littered with garbage outside the front door steps.

He'd been to this place, and that Christmas, Sirius had brought them here.

But he couldn't find the house, and he couldn't remember where it was supposed to be.

In the dark, it was as if a force was interfering with his memories.

"Yes, the old mansion of the Black family, now the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. Evan whispered.

"What is Phoenix ......"

"Take it, read it, and remember it. Moody whispered.

He walked over and slipped a piece of parchment into Harry's apparition hand, and raised his glowing wand to illuminate the words on the paper.

The Order of the Phoenix headquarters is located at 12 Grimmauld Place, London.

He had just finished reading it, and in front of him, a tattered door appeared out of thin air between No. 11 and No. 13.

With a loud rumbling bang, then dirty walls and gloomy windows appeared.

It looked as if an extra house had suddenly swelled up, squeezing everything on both sides.

12 Grimmauld Place appeared out of thin air, and memories of the house came to Harry's mind.

He watched all this in amazement, and it felt incredible.

What surprised him even more was the change in the old house, the last time he visited, the abandoned empty house looked like it had died.

It has an ominous feeling that everything inside is rotting.

The long, eerie foyer, the peeling wallpaper and polished carpets on the surrounding walls, the crooked portraits blackened by age, and the many dusty and evil-looking dark magic objects.

But now, the house has a new look, with chandeliers and candlesticks on the tables lit up in gold.

Harry walked in after Aven, froze in disbelief.

"We're here!" Moody said, striking Evan and Harry the heads with his wand.

A hot thing flowed down their backs, and the illusion spell was lifted!

"Welcome back, Master Aven and Master Harry!"

Kreacher, a house-elf in a clean apron, ran past with slippers, and he seemed to be keeping watch over the place.

"Hello, Kreacher!" Harry whispered, "thank you......

With the sound of hurried footsteps, Ron's mother, Mrs. Weasley, stepped out of a door at the other end of the foyer.

She walked towards them in three steps and two steps, a warm smile on her face.

"You're back, oh Harry, it's so nice to see you!" she whispered, taking him into her arms, nearly breaking his ribs, and then pushing him away a little more, scrutinizing him.

"You look thin, you need to eat more, but I'm afraid you'll have to wait a little longer for dinner. ”

She hugged Evan hard again, turning to the group of wizards behind them.

"He just arrived, and the meeting has already begun. Mrs. Weasley whispered.

The wizards all let out sounds of concern and excitement, and began to walk from Evan and Harry towards the door that Mrs. Weasley had just come out of.

Harry was about to follow when Mrs. Weasley grabbed him.

"No, Harry, only members of the Order of the Phoenix are allowed to attend. Mrs. Weasley said, lowering her voice, "You two go up, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny are all upstairs." When the meeting is over, we'll eat. ”

Speak in the foyer with a low voice, and though Kreacher had cleaned the whole house, he hadn't taken down the portrait of Sirius's mother, and Mrs. Black's attitude towards the crowd hadn't changed at all.

Once she is woken up, it will be a terrible disaster.

"What the hell is going on?" asked Harry in a whisper, making his way up the stairs, "Who did Mrs. Weasley say that man was?"

"Dumbledore, I guess. Evan replied, looking at Kreacher who was leading the way in front of them, "I heard Fred and George say that Snape has something important to report tonight, which is why he's here." ”

"The Headmaster is here!" Harry's eyes widened, and he suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

Dumbledore was here, but he wouldn't see him, he didn't understand why.

What made him even more uncomfortable was that Snape was there, and Snape actually came to Sirius's house.

He felt like a fool, kept in the dark by everyone.

Evan didn't know what Harry was thinking, and he said to the house-elf in front of him, "Kreacher, where did you get the broomstick you got for me when I set off?"

"There is a broom room on the top floor, Young Master Aiwen, and there are all kinds of flying broomsticks in it. Kreacher said, gesturing with his hands, "All of them are left over from previous family members, and there are a lot of them." ”

"Can you show me around?"

Evan kept thinking about this on the way back, since he was planning to produce flying broomsticks, he wanted to go and see the Black family's broom collection, in preparation for the future research of new broom products, and the information he saw in the book was not as accurate as the real thing after all.