Separated from Dumbledore from the tavern, Ning An slowly walked towards Leohard and the others who had been waiting for him for a long time, Leohard opened his mouth as if he wanted to ask him what he and Dumbledore talked about, but Ning An shook his head silently, then picked up a glass of beer on the table and gently knocked on the corner of the table.

"Come on, cheer, I'm fine, people will only see a magical genius who has been wronged, but still fights tenaciously and finally succeeds!"

"Raise your glass!" Everyone excitedly raised the beer glasses in their hands and celebrated, although they understood that this interrogation of Ning An would be almost safe, but it was finally relieved that people could finally feel relieved when they said it from Ning An's mouth.

Ning An took a sip of beer, the wine in this tavern was really rotten, no wonder the tattered business was sluggish, and the bitter and astringent liquid slid down his throat, he frowned, but he didn't spend more time complaining about the bad wine.

With control of Torrien? Bolt, the director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation, Ning An's network of influence is really woven into the British Ministry of Magic, whether it is through Leo Hard and others to maintain a good relationship with Fudge, or control a small department member like Page, it is not a real influence, but the head of the first division still has a high status in the Ministry of Magic.

Moreover, the Persted family is also a well-known pure-blood, a family with a long history, Torrion has a very high status in the family, and it can be regarded as Ning An indirectly influencing a pure-blood family, but these are only one aspect, and the more important gain this time is the conversation with Dumbledore.

On the issue of resurrecting Calidora, Ning An has always been cautious, unlike the resurrection of Helmo and Mojana, the two of them did not really die, Helbo split his soul and made Horcruxes, he may also be the first to make Horcruxes, while Mojana used unique magic to turn herself into a stone statue.

But Calidora is a real dead soul, even if she gets her soul from Scineck, but the resurrection will be much more troublesome, Ning An tried almost everything, but there is always a feeling that the chess is missing, so he finally put his hope on the magic of love, which is powerful and extraordinary, and incomparably powerful.

"Is the admission process for new students over?" Ning An put down his wine glass and tapped his hand on the table to ask Pani, he didn't have to deliberately keep his voice down, because the sleepy boss at the bar didn't care about them at all.

All it took was a small trick like a Muggle expulsion charm to make him subconsciously ignore his strange-looking group of people, and there were no other patrons in the bar.

"Yes, the owl has been sent to every household, and according to the new reform, the largest number of places will be allocated to young wizards in Germany, and wizards from half-blood families will be admitted, plus other regions and Sámi people, so there will be a lot of new students enrolled this year."

Ning An nodded, Parney's talent in this kind of administrative work is surprising, but it seems that he has shown this talent since he was at Hogwarts, and what Ning An explains, he always does the best, so at present, Ning An does not have to worry about the management of Durmstrang for the time being.

"Pick out some of the new wizards, and we'll have another exchange with Hogwarts this semester." Ning An looked at Pani and said.

"Networking events?" Parney was stunned, it turned out that Ning An and Dumbledore were discussing this just now?

"I personally led the study at Hogwarts, which you can understand as similar to an exchange student." Ning An didn't think the concept of an exchange student was unfamiliar to Pani.

"Then I don't recommend choosing freshmen, this is the first batch of freshmen after reforming the system, it's the seeds, and I think it's better to give them a Durmstrong-style education."

Pani thought about it for a while, and immediately understood what Soth meant, he was a person with a clear mind, not to mention that he had been in the snake letter almost from the beginning, and he was the first person to follow Soth, and he had a very good understanding of Soth's thoughts.

He believes that Ning An is not the kind of person who organizes this kind of exchange activity in order to exchange school experience or let students improve their knowledge, he must have a deeper purpose, so this activity, what kind of students to take, may not be so important, Ning An mentioned taking new students, it is likely that it is just a casual thought, then Pani has no reason not to put forward a more beneficial proposal for Durmstrang's development.

Sure enough, Ning An nodded and said to him in agreement, "Okay, this matter is up to you, you decide, it's just a fourth-year student or a fifth-year student......"

Ning An said and picked up his wine glass again, and then as if remembering how bad the taste of this wine was, he immediately let go of his hand and beckoned everyone to leave the tavern, Leohhard They still have a lot to deal with, and they may have a lot of things to prepare for this trip to Hogwarts.

On the other hand, Harry didn't expect that going to a "place" with Mr. Weasley would be so troublesome, and after the two of them left the Ministry of Magic, they walked down the shabby side street towards the city of London.

And in the empty streets, among the alleys of the majestic buildings, there were already people waiting for them, and Harry looked incredulously at the faces that were familiar or unfamiliar to him.

"You're eye-catching enough to wait here—" Mr. Weasley looked cautious all the way, and it wasn't until he saw the men that he let out a sigh and pulled Harry towards them, holding Harry's hand tightly for a short distance, as if he were afraid he would lose it.

"Long time no see, Harry." The man who spoke looked at Harry's stunned appearance and smiled.

Harry's heart skipped a beat, how could this man he was not familiar with, even though he hadn't seen him in over a year.

"Lu-Lupin teaches?" He asked, incredulous, as he looked at the figure standing behind Lupin with long gray hair and a large piece of flesh missing from his nose.

The man was even more recognizable, both his prosthetic legs and his large, round, glowing electric blue magic eye, which was iconic.

"That's enough, we don't have time to talk about it here, and it's not too late to talk about it when we get there—" The rough voice made Harry a little distracted, and Lupin, as if he didn't think Harry knew him, ignored what the former said, and introduced Harry:

"This is Alasto? Moody's"

"yes, I know." Harry awkwardly said that it felt strange that someone he thought he had known for a year had been introduced to him again.

"What nonsense are you talking about, Remus, this is not a safe place." Moody stood vigilantly behind Lupin, his hand in his arms, as if he would pull his wand at any moment, and the eye swirled around him, taking in everything around him.

"Oh dear, thanks Merlin, you're okay - it's - it's so good - " Harry was surprised to find an elegant lady standing behind Moody, with her back to him, as if to guard the street on the other side, glancing back at him from time to time, and then turning her back as if secretly weeping.

"Okay, Ms. Vance, he's fine, isn't he, look at him, it's good to be alive!" A pale, heart-shaped face, a pair of sparkling black eyes, and short spiky black hair, comforted the elegant witch known as Lady Vance, and looked at Harry curiously.

"Alright, we should go-" Mr. Weasley seemed to feel a little anxious, not knowing if he thought the Crazy Eye's words were justified, that it was not safe here, or that he still had to deal with the problem of Muggle toilet sewage backflow.

"Alright, let's go, Harry—" Lupin nodded and beckoned to Harry, who was immediately pushed back by Mr. Weasley.

"But—but where are we going?" But apparently everyone was immediately alert at the moment when Lupin said to leave, and no one answered Harry's question for the time being, Moody took out a pocket watch from his bosom, looked down, and then looked at Lupin and said;

"It's safe now, Kingsley just sent a message - let's get out of here at once, Nymphadora and Emmeline, you two go ahead, Arthur with Harry, and Lupin and I in the shadows."

"Don't call me Nymphadora," Tonks muttered a shudder, but walked forward at Moody's command, "Call me Tonks, I've said that many times." ”

"Sorry, kid, we don't have time to pay attention to this right now." Moody said in a gruff voice, and before Harry could react, he was pushed by Mr. Weasley, and had already walked out of the alley, as if suddenly rushing into the crowd from the confined space.

"This way, Harry, let's take the Muggle subway back-" Mr. Weasley was a little excited, and pulled Harry towards the subway station, where Harry could no longer see Lupin and Moody, and could vaguely see Tonks' spiky black hair peeking out of the crowd in front of him.

Entering the subway station, countless men and women carrying briefcases passed by them, crowding by, crowding people, Mr. Weasley never let go of the hand holding Harry, Harry could even feel the sweat running from the palms of both of them, he didn't understand the need to be so nervous, he was not so careful when he was wandering alone in London.

"I'll see, we need to sit one stop, two stops...... Four stops, we need to sit four stations Harry. Mr. Weasley was overjoyed with his results, and Harry watched as he excitedly bought his tickets from the Muggle ticket manager, and despite having to ask Harry for help because he couldn't figure out the Muggle currency, they boarded the Tube, which carried them away from central London.

Harry looked at the carriage curiously, and he was surprised to find that the woman sitting directly across from him was none other than Nimphadora? Tonks, she was pretending not to know Harry, reading the newspaper she had gotten out of nowhere, and the short black hair had now turned a pale blonde, her face had become a little fatter, and her chin was not so pointed, if you didn't pay attention, you would almost think that it was a different person.

Harry subconsciously tugged at Mr. Weasley, motioning for him to look over.

"Ah, this, it's ......" Mr. Weasley looked at it a few times before he saw that it was Tonks, and he whispered to Harry, "Tonks does have some special abilities, he's a disguised Magus." ”

"Magus Disguise?" Harry muttered the new term with interest.

"It's better to let her explain it to you in person when the time comes, maybe he can cover it up for you a few times." Mr. Weasley whispered in Harry's ear.

By the time Harry's mind was full of Maggs, Lupin, Moody, and the mysterious place they were about to go, the subway had already run four stops, Arthur? Weasley pulled Harry out of the car and into a shabby, nondescript subway station, where not many people got off. Vance's woman got out of the car and walked out without looking back, and Tonks couldn't recognize it in the blink of an eye.

"Well, it seems to be a remote place." Harry muttered to himself, poking his stomach, since he entered the Ministry of Magic, he hadn't spoken to Poole, only poked it lightly like this, and then the pit viper would twist slightly twice, indicating that it was still there, and sure enough, Harry poked it, and felt a slippery and cold touch on his stomach, and Poole seemed to turn over.

"What is this place?" Harry followed Mr. Weasley up the tattered staircase and watched him happily walk through the turnstiles, as if his ticket had been swallowed, much to Mr. Weasley's delight.

"That's amazing," he sighed, continuing to pull Harry up the stairs, "You'll know soon, don't worry, Harry—"

The two of them made their way out of the subway station, and Mr. Weasley put his other hand in his jacket, which Harry knew must have a wand in his hand, and the street outside was a little dilapidated, and there were not many pedestrians, Emmeline? Vance was nowhere to be seen, not just him, but Lupin, Moody, and Tonks, and Mr. Weasley pulled Harry through the street into a small square in the middle of nowhere.

There was a barren meadow of Ling/Luan, surrounded by rows of gloomy houses, which looked like they were thousands of miles away, some of the windows were broken, many of the doors were peeling from the paint, and a few of them were littered with garbage outside the front door steps.

Harry bet that if the inhabitants of Little Whinging were allowed to come here, they might not be able to stay for a second, they would think that the air here would cause something dirty, horrible and weird, otherwise how could anyone live in such a place.

"Ah, yes," Mr. Weasley fumbled through his pockets, pulling out a piece of parchment from it and giving it to Harry, "take a look at this, read it, and memorize it." ”

Harry bowed his head and took the parchment, and to this day he was still full of doubts, wondering why they didn't go to the Burrow, but still according to Arthur? Weasley did what he said, only to see the parchment written in long, thin handwriting:

"Order of the Phoenix command is located at 12 Grimmauld Place, London."