One of the interesting features of Portkey teleportation is that if you teleport in the position you were hooked by the hook, you will always fall in the same position when you teleport.

With that in mind, it would have been a bit embarrassing for Brandy, who was being dominated by both the joint technique and the robe.

In the uninhabited room, with a soft sound, four people were thrown out of the swirling clouds at the same time, and they all fell to a brown carpet with a dull crashing sound.

Harry failed to keep his balance as he fell, tripped over Brandi's arm, and slammed headfirst into Ron, who was also using jiu-jitsu on Brandi before teleporting, and the two of them groaned and rolled to the side.

However, compared to them, Brandi is obviously the more miserable one, because he unfortunately acts as a buffer in addition to his lying position and landing his head first.

"Poof...... Hermione...... It's so heavy, you're going to crush me to death. Brandi lay on the carpet weakly, rolling his eyes, grunting miserably, being sat on his stomach by a weight that was almost seventy pounds in a free fall, and he felt like his bile was going to be squeezed out.

Hermione's face flushed, and she quickly moved off Brandy's stomach with pretended composure. She stood up lightly, habitually flapping her robe. The smart eyes began to look around, observing their surroundings.

They seemed to be in a small two-story building, and at the very center of the living room, for less than two paces away lay a three-seater sofa, a coffee table, and a few chairs, while behind them was a rudimentary fireplace and umbrella stand. The stove looks like it hasn't been on fire in a while.

"So, we're already there?" Ron scrambled up from the ground, nervous and curious, his palms rubbing against the scalloped pattern of the couch armrests. "It's weird, it doesn't look like it's any different from ours over there."

"I think it's because the house is old enough." Hermione stepped lightly on the stairs leading to the second floor, the planks creaking and making a rotten, dangerous sound. "India was under British rule for about 100 years in the mid-to-late 19th century, and British-style homes were all the rage in India during that time," she casually explains. ”

As she spoke, Hermione dropped the weight on her back on the couch. She walked around the drawing-room, stood lightly by the window again, her fingers picking a small slit in the thick flannel curtain, and glancing out.

"That's right, it's bright, and there's at least a six-hour time difference with Scotland. Wait a minute...... I saw pedestrians on the streets, all Muggles, this is India. ”

"To be precise, this should be Kolkata, the easternmost point of India." Hermione's body trembled at the sound of this.

Brandi rubbed his stomach and stood up, his eyes complicated.

"I really didn't expect that, Hermione. You guys... You're just making your own claims! He straightened his face, his expression ugly and terrifying, "When did you find out about Parvati, and you even know when the portkey was triggered!" I don't remember any leaks. Say, what the hell is going on? ”

The air in the room froze, and Harry and Ron looked at me and I looked at you, and they all lowered their heads in shame.

"It's the Tracking Charm, we follow your trail and see the words Padma left for you on the stairs." It took a long moment for Hermione to speak, and she turned around with some uneasiness, forcing herself to look Brandy in the eye.

"Then we found the right time to skip Lockhart's class and go to the hut while you and Hagrid were on their way to the Forbidden Forest...... I'm really sorry, but after guessing what you're going to do, I—we can't just stay at Hogwarts. ”

"Then we looked through your luggage, and by the way, I came up with the idea—" At this point, Harry abruptly interrupted Hermione, and took the conversation to himself. "I was right, we found the letter that Padma wrote to you, and the mark you made on your calendar. But we didn't know exactly what time it was on the 21st, so Hermione suggested that we take turns watching outside the cabin from the night of the 20th onwards - she had learned the Transfiguration Charm for this adventure. ”

Harry took the initiative to walk over to Brandi, placing his hand on Brandi's shoulder. "Don't underestimate our determination and ability, Brandi, Parvati is more than just your best friend."

Brandi looked back and saw Ron standing by the door of the dining room and poking his head inside, feeling the gaze behind him, Ron turned around a little stiffly and smiled at him. "Honestly, man, it doesn't make sense to say that now. We're already here, you can't still drive us away~"

"But you ......" he was still trying to say something, but as long as he looked at three pairs of sincere and apologetic eyes, Brandi really couldn't blame them. After all, how many people in this world would be willing to risk their lives to help a friend? Brandi was really annoyed and touched by them for caring and helping them in such a clumsy and reckless way.

So, the angry words in his stomach finally turned into a soft sigh, and Brandy's stiff face soothed, and he spread his hands with a wry smile on his face. "Okay...... I should have put on my cloak of invisibility and gone to the castle gates. ”

The three of them looked at each other and saw the look of surprise in each other's eyes, and they cheered quietly.

………………

Brandi's compromise was clearly a good start to the venture, and after making peace as before, they began to inspect the room first. Although by all indications, it had not been inhabited for a long time, Dumbledore's positioning of the portkey in this house should have been more than just a safe and secluded place.

Sure enough, they soon discovered two special places in the house. There was a trapdoor on the kitchen floor that led to the basement with a lock on it that Hermione couldn't open even with a lockpicking charm; The other was the study on the second floor, which had been almost emptied, and only the empty bookshelves were still there—in such an empty space, the things hanging on the walls were particularly obtrusive.

It seemed like a landscape photo. The location appears to be on an extremely steep and barren cliff face, the surface of which is littered with weathered cracks, and a bird's nest made of branches and stones is embedded between two boulders. If you look closely, you can see the feathers and eggshell fragments inside the nest.

"You see, there's writing on this frame." Harry excitedly beckoned everyone around, and he whispered, "June 21, 1931 at Thunder Bluff, Grand Canyon, Colorado Grand Canyon, home of the Thunderbirds, Newt Scamander." ”

"Scamander?" After reading the above words, Harry was a little confused. "What's going on, how does the name feel familiar?"

"If you've had a good preparation for the Conservation of Magical Creatures class in your first grade, you should have known." Hermione snorted, "Newt Scamander, the author of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. This book is so famous, you don't even know who wrote it? ”

"Hey! Interesting, the refrigerator is so famous, do you still know who made it? Harry gave her an unpleasant look, and turned his attention back to the picture. It's strange, why is there a picture of an English wizard here, isn't this India?! ”

"Because this is the property itself in Mr. Scamander's name, honored guest." An old female voice came in from outside the study door, startling everyone, who had just focused on the picture and had no idea of the sound of the door being opened.

A short, fat woman walked in from outside, wearing a bright yellow wrap skirt that exposed half of her shoulders, and her somewhat thinning hair was wrapped in a transparent silk scarf that covered her face. But even from her thin, wrinkled hands, it could be seen that she was probably in her seventies and eighties.

"I have no ill will, honored guest." She took off her scarf and smiled kindly, and to Brandi's surprise, she spoke very good English. "I am the maid hired by Mr. Scamander, Congana. I'm so sorry, I didn't expect you to arrive so early......"

"Lady Congana?" Brandi looked at the others and said tentatively, "You know we're going to be in this house?" ”

"Of course," said Mrs. Conganna with a smile and a wink, "Mr. Scamander instructed me yesterday afternoon that there might be guests here for a time to-day, and that I should be as attentive as I could to prepare—to be honest, the house has not been inhabited for almost fifty years, and I have only come over every day to clean it, and then to have a chat with Mr. Scamander, and he suddenly mentioned it, but kept me busy all night. ”

"Talk to him?" Hermione said curiously, "You talk to Scamander every day?" But didn't he live in seclusion with his wife in Dorset after he retired...... Oh! Her eyes widened. It's unbelievable that England is tens of thousands of kilometers away! Even if it's a magic photo, it shouldn't-"

Her hand was lightly touched by Brandi.

"Uh, Hermione, I guess that's why he left this picture here." Brandi said, gesturing to the picture behind him.

Harry, they looked back together.

It was no longer a landscape photo, and the light suddenly dimmed, and a thin, shaggy man appeared in the frame, floating up and down. Or rather, it was floating on some animal—it was a large bird that was large enough to cover the sky and the sun, and its golden and white wings waved gently, bringing out a powerful storm.

Merlin is on top, he actually travels across continents on the back of a thunderbird!