At the dining table in the living room, Maca, who is calmly drinking tea, and Penny, who is shivering with breath, are in stark contrast.

Vernon, Dudley, and Harry looked at them both with puzzled expressions, unsure of what they were talking about.

In fact, after Penny screams to stop, Maca doesn't continue. He did this just to give Harry's aunt a small warning.

Up to now, even if those bad things about Chen Guzi's rotten sesame seeds are said, it actually doesn't make much sense.

Or, unless Penny is willing to tell the story of the past, the words of others will not be able to show its true value.

"Harry, go pack your bags, it's time to leave in a moment."

Harry was stunned for a moment, seeing that no one was coming to stop him, but he felt a little uncomfortable. He nodded slightly, then turned and ran towards the second floor.

For the rest of the day, no one spoke. In this moment of silence, Maca slowly drained the black tea, and then put the empty cup back into the cup.

At the same time, Harry happened to be dragging a large suitcase down.

"Thank you for your hospitality, ma'am......" Maca said politely, as she stood up, "then, we will be rude first." ”

He nodded slightly at the Dursleys before turning back and walking towards the gate, where Harry and Leni hurriedly followed.

But when Maca walked to the door, he paused slightly, as if he remembered something.

"Harry, not with your aunt and uncle...... Well, is there still a cousin to say goodbye? ”

"No, you don't!"

Harry subconsciously turned his head, but before he could say anything, Vernon in the living room had already shouted loudly.

His aunt Petunia didn't say anything, just stared at Harry's eyes with an inexplicable blankness on her face.

"And voila! I don't think so. Harry took a deep breath and replied sullenly.

Maca shrugged her shoulders and said softly, "It's your decision...... I just want to remind you that these people in front of you are your only remaining relatives in this world. ”

With that, he didn't pay any attention to what Harry was thinking, and dragged Lennie, who still wanted to watch the excitement, out of the Dursley's house quickly.

This time, there was a rare lack of deep meaning in Maca's words, he was just stating an objective fact in a flat tone.

As for how to choose, that's Harry's own business. No matter how intimate others are, they cannot, or have no right to make any choice for him.

It wasn't long before Harry came out with his suitcase in tow and closed the door to the Dursleys.

Outside, on the side of the street, Lena was standing quietly by an old-fashioned bicycle, holding a large paper bag full of fruit and vegetable ingredients in her arms.

"It's pretty fast! What's for dinner tonight? Maca asked with interest.

"Maca!"

Lena was about to answer, but was interrupted by Harry's mouth.

"Those Dementors in the living room......"

Maca, of course, knew what Harry wanted to ask, and he waved his hand and said, "The magic of dead Dementors will continue to dissipate, and if you don't deal with it in time, it will soon disappear completely." ”

Seeing Maca say as he took out a heavy magic book, Harry quickly asked the second, and the answer he wanted to know the answer to the most.

"What's going on lately? Why do Dementors appear one after another? He hesitated, "Yes...... Voldemort? ”

Maca tossed the spellbook forward, hovering it at her feet, and nodded casually.

"Who else could it be but him?" As he spoke, he raised his legs and stood on the magic book, and then urged, "Don't ask yet, take out your broom, and when you get to the place, you can ask casually." ”

"'Got to the place'?" Harry asked, slightly uneasy, "Where are we going?" Burrow? ”

"No, not there...... It's not safe. Maca watched as Harry stepped onto the broomstick, then tapped his wand on his head, "Follow me, Harry." ”

As the tip of Maca's wand touched the top of Harry's head, he felt a warm coolness soak him from head to toe.

Harry looked down at his body, it looked as if it didn't belong to him at all, it wasn't invisible, but its color and texture were consistent with its surroundings.

Maca cast a disillusionment spell on several of them, and the spell seemed to be very effective, and only a slight distorted outline could be faintly seen at a very close distance.

"Let's go! Remember, followed up on ......," he reiterated, "I remember you flew well, didn't you?" ”

To be honest, flying around on a broomstick in the Muggle world is really new. But Harry didn't have time to enjoy the joy of flying.

It was hard for him to imagine how Maca could fly on a magic book with incredible speed. Maca's Illusion Spell was even more powerful, and Harry was flying with all his strength in order not to lose it.

Luckily, the faster it was, the less time it would take, and soon Maca beckoned Harry to swoop down.

……

The façade of the house in Grimmauld Place is still eerie, maintaining the appearance of rejecting people from thousands of miles away.

Some of the houses had broken windows and glowed with a bleak glow from the newly lit street lamps. The paint on many doors was peeling, and several homes were littered with garbage outside the front door steps.

The group stood in front of the courtyards of the two equally dilapidated houses, and Harry looked at the rusty iron fences in confusion and glanced blankly at Maca.

"Remember to keep the address in mind for a while, so you don't find the door the next time you come by yourself."

Maca spoke, stretching out her wand and waving her hand, and the house in front of her immediately let out a rumbling vibration, moving to both sides. Soon, a dilapidated house with the same old appearance appeared out of thin air in the middle of the previous two houses, as if it had been restored from a crushed state.

"Let's go!" He called out to Harry, who was stunned, and walked forward.

By this time, Leni and the Lena sisters had already taken the first step and pushed the mottled door open.

As he walked into the foyer, Harry's mouth opened wide in surprise, and it wasn't a surprise that he was making a fuss, because the exterior and interior of the house were so different.

A row of delicate magic hanging lamps lit up on the wall, casting a soft light that illuminated the elaborate wallpaper and brand-new carpet in the long foyer.

Overhead, a bronze and silver chandelier shimmers brightly, and two rows of landscape-based magical oil paintings are neatly arranged on the walls, and even the branches of the trees can be seen swaying slightly in the wind.

Everything here was neat and shiny, making Harry feel like he was in a museum or something.

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.

However, she seemed to be much thinner and paler than she had been.

"Oh, Harry, it's such a pleasure to meet you!" She whispered, and as soon as she took him into her arms, she nearly broke his ribs.

Then she pushed him away a little more, and looked at him carefully.

"You look thin and need to eat more!" Mrs. Weasley spoke quickly, "Oh! Lena, you go to the kitchen first! I'll be here in a moment......"

With that, she turned to Maca again and whispered in a hurried tone, "He has just arrived, and the meeting has begun." ”

"Really?" Maca nodded, "Yes, ma'am...... Harry, would you like to come along? ”

"No way!" Mrs. Weasley immediately put her arms around Harry and said, "He's too young, those things are for him"

"Ma'am," said Maca, with a weeping smile, "I don't think there's a problem, you see! I'm as old as Harry......"

Mrs. Weasley opened her mouth, but her hand was still tightly wrapped around Harry, clearly not wanting to let go of him.

"No, anyway, only members of the Order of the Phoenix can attend the meeting." She stubbornly said, "Ron and Hermione are upstairs!" Harry, you can wait with them until the meeting is over, and then we can have dinner. ”

"Okay, okay......" Maka said, spreading her hands, "Harry, or can you go up first?" Actually, it's not interesting to go in with me......"

"But," Harry said, pursing his lips.

"That's it! I'll tell you where you should sleep......" Mrs. Weasley babbled as she pushed Harry down the stairs, "We'll explain to you later, now I have to hurry over, and I should be at the meeting......"

Maca looked at Harry's sullen expression and shrugged at him helplessly.

Speaking of which, Maca can handle anyone well, but she can't handle Mrs. Weasley. For her kindness, Maca has never refused, and does not know how to stop or oppose it.

He himself vaguely understood the reason, perhaps because...... Mrs. Weasley was indeed a "model of a good mother."

Gently shaking some of the thoughts in her mind, Maca took a step towards the opposite meeting room.

Perhaps because he knew that Harry was coming today, the reception room was very lively, and many people were coming, crowded around the long table.

At the end of the long table by the door, Snape was looking at Maca with a cold face.

"Good evening, Professor." Maca smiled and said, "Do you want to stay for dinner tonight?" ”

"Hey! McLean," Sirius said on the other side, with a grimace, "I don't think the Snot Spirits would want to stay for dinner." ”

"Humph!" Snape snorted, "Even if you invite me, I won't stay." ”

Sirius spread his hands and said, "Look! ”

Seeing this, Maca couldn't help but sigh that this was a matter of history, not to mention whether there was any misunderstanding in it, and even if there was not, he didn't think Snape and Sirius would get along.

What's more, as a double agent, Snape does need to maintain a certain sense of distance from the people in the organization.

This job is really suitable for him.

"Alright, alright! So...... Let's start the meeting! Maca clapped her hands and said loudly, "Professor Snape, read the secret report first......