Grimmauld Place, London.

Between No. 11 and No. 13, a tattered door, awkwardly squeezed in the middle, with its dirty walls and gloomy windows extremely out of harmony with the surrounding architecture, yet passers-by seem to be out of sight, ignoring the house that extends from the tattered stone steps, 12 Grimmauld Place.

The black paint on the door was peeling off, covered with scratches on the left and right, the silver knocker was in the shape of a large coiled snake, there was no keyhole in the door, and there was no letterbox, no matter how you looked at it, this was a very strange house.

Arthur? Weasley stood in front of the door, his red hair with droplets of water, whether it was the dew from the mist or his own sweat, he stroked his eyes on the bridge of his nose with one hand, and twitched his wand with the other, knocking on the door, and the door creaked open with the loud sound of many metal hits, and a rattling sound like a chain.

He flashed, crossed the threshold, and disappeared into the street, still unresponsive to passers-by.

"Hey, Daddy, welcome back—" There were two piercing pops, and a pair of almost identical-looking twins appeared in the foyer, one tall with red hair and tiny freckles on their faces, one of whom bent down and picked up a connected ear from the ground.

"Listen to the kids, even though you passed the apparition exam, that doesn't mean you have to use it that way at all times—"

Arthur? Weasley scolds absentmindedly, and the twins apparently see this, and just lazily comply

"Mom, tell us to stay here, hey, the alarm is off-"

Fred shouted, and then there was a rustling sound in the hallway, and then a row of old-fashioned gas lamps on the wall came on, casting a flickering, unreal light that illuminated the peeling wallpaper and polished carpet of the long, eerie foyer.

A spiderweb-like chandelier flickered on the ceiling, and on the wall hung a few portraits blackened by age, and something hurried by, and the chandelier and the candelabra on a rickety table beside it were made in the shape of a serpent.

"Any news from Harry, Dad—" Two figures flashed from behind two long curtains covered with insect eyes, Ron? Weasley and his sister Ginny? Weasley looked at Mr. Weasley eagerly.

"I'm sorry, kids, I can't tell you that—" Mr. Weasley, apparently not having time to deal with his own kids, looked hurried, "What about your mother?" ”

"Mom's in a meeting—" George raised his hand, pointing to the other end of the hallway.

"Okay, see you at dinner, boys—don't worry, Harry will be fine." Mr. Weasley straightened his Ling/Luan coat as he spoke, and walked in three steps and two steps towards a door at the other end of the foyer, turning the corner and disappearing from the sight of the children.

"I said earlier that I should have secretly put a telescopic ear on him—" George muttered.

"But Mom has already cast a disturbance spell on that door, and the retractable ears are no longer effective." Fred shrugged his shoulders and tossed his little ears that jumped around in his hands.

"I'll leave the doorkeeper to the two of you." The twins laughed and waved their wands, and after two pops, they vanished, leaving Ginny and Ron depressed on the porch floor.

"Damn, when I pass the Phantom Apparition exam, I must show off well in front of them." Ron slid down the peeling wallpaper with his back against the wallpaper and sat in the corner of the porch, his mind drifting somewhere.

This year's summer vacation seems to be particularly boring.

Arthur? Weasley walked around the foyer, the cold door in front of him was tightly sealed, separating the inside and outside of the house into two worlds, and he couldn't hear the slightest sound from outside, he still stretched out his wand and knocked lightly on the door twice.

Soon, the door shook and then squeaked open.

The door was opened by a short, stocky red-haired woman, who saw Arthur's delighted expression, stepped forward to put each other on the face, and kissed them gently.

"Oh my God, come on in - it's a critical time."

Molly? Weasley let her husband into the room, closed the door with her own hands, and a long table lay in the middle of the room, the atmosphere was oppressive and uneasy, and Arthur's arrival seemed to interrupt the conversation, but they got up to greet him.

"How's that, any news on that!" Sirius, with his pale face and thick dark circles under his eyes, looked as if he hadn't slept well in days, and he was the first to rush up, grabbing Arthur's elbow and asking.

"Let him go, Sirius, let Arthur catch his breath—" Lupin said, turning his gaze to Sirius? Blake, his expression was tired.

"It's okay," Mr. Weasley smiled wryly as he walked over to the long table, pulling out a stool and sitting down, before he even had time to wipe the drops of water from his hair, "There seems to be news from the Ministry of Magic, Kingsley told me that earlier, their owl had been sent-"

"So they found Harry!?" Sirius **** jumped up as soon as he touched the stool.

"I don't know," Arthur? Weasley shook his head with a wry smile as his wife, Molly, tugging at her collar and looking at him nervously.

"Fudge is very guarded against me, and I can't interfere in many things now, and I wouldn't know about it if it wasn't for Kingsley's notice, so I'll come back and tell you first, and Kingsley will send me the specific news-"

"Then I'll go out and wait for the owl—" Bill got up from the other end, walked over and hugged his father, then Molly and then turned and walked out of the house.

"At least the good news, anyway, if the Ministry of Magic finds Harry, it's better than the mystery man finds him-" Lupin mused:

"Moody must be informed now, we need to get Harry first."

"It's all my fault—" said a witch weeping, sitting in the corner, looking very melancholy, "if I hadn't been stupidly knocked unconscious—"

"You can't be blamed for this, Emmeline," Mrs. Weasley hurried over and took Emmeline? Vance clasped it in his arms, "It's premeditated, it's hard for you to guard against ......"

"Okay, now hurry up and pick a candidate, I must go this time." Sirius once again left his stool, circling back and forth around the table, looking fidgety.

"No! Careful care must be taken in this matter—" Mrs. Weasley said, her eyes turning to Sirius, blood rushing to her cheeks, as if the two had just quarreled,

"Everybody knows you're reckless, Sirius, that's why Dumbledore reminded you to stay home-"

"Dumbledore's advice to me has nothing to do with it." Sirius said coldly.

"But even if you go, it won't help Harry, so I'd better go—"

"You're not his mother, and I'm his godfather!" Sirius's voice raised and he looked at Molly without flinching.

"But Harry is no different from my son, what about you being his godfather, you're locked up in Azkaban yourself, and it's hard to take care of him, isn't it?" Mrs. Weasley replied fiercely, and Sirius's body froze, no longer pacing back and forth, and his face became rather ugly.

"Molly! I'm sure we're all concerned about Harry here—" Lupin said sternly:

"Sirius, sit down too."

Mrs. Weasley's lower lip trembled, her chest rose and fell as she took a deep breath, and Sirius slumped back into her chair, her face pale.

"Does Dumbledore know about this?" Lupin turned to Mr. Weasley, who had just pulled himself out of the middle of the two arguing.

"Yes, Kingsley informed Dumbledore as soon as possible—"

"Bang bang bang-"

Arthur? Before Weasley could say anything, there was a sharp knock on the door, and Mrs. Weasley quietly wiped the corners of her eyes, stood up, hurried to the door, opened the door, and Bill stepped in.

"Letters—"

He held an envelope in his hand with a peculiar seal embedded in it, a golden phoenix.

"Bring it quickly." Lupin stood up, and the others couldn't sit still, Bill nodded with a serious expression, handed the letter to Lu Pin, Lu Pin drew his wand, lightly touched the envelope, and recited a spell, the phoenix flew away, and the envelope opened naturally.

He took out the letter and laid it flat on the table so that everyone who approached could see that Sirius was the first to stick to the table, as if he wanted to crawl on it.

After a few minutes, there was silence in the room, and everyone was silent and did not speak, and Bill, who was too far away just now to see what the letter said, squeezed over and read it carefully, and exclaimed in the middle of the night:

"Harry in Durmstrang? How did he get there! ”

"The Ministry of Magic is going to interrogate Harry on August 2nd, and Fudge has gone too far to use the Wizengamot to interrogate a student who is still attending Hogwarts—" Mrs. Weasley was indignant, to Connelly? Fudge's resentment is not a day or two, and it is not unrelated to the fact that her husband has never been given the opportunity to be promoted.

Durmstrang ...... Durmstrang ......" Sirius muttered, sitting in his chair as if he had lost his soul, and then stood up abruptly, "I'm going to Durmstrang——! ”

"Are you crazy? Sirius? Mrs. Weasley shouted in a high-pitched voice, "You won't find that school of witchcraft and wizardry, it's not mapable!" ”

"Don't be impulsive, Sirius." Lupin also frowned and dissuaded.

"But Harry is there!" Sirius grimaced angrily, but still trying to be polite, "I've heard of the new headmaster's name—I don't think Harry is safe with him. ”

"But this is not something that can be solved by impulse, everyone thinks you are a murderer and a crazy person who does not blink, and the Ministry of Magic has a reward of 10,000 Galleons for your head, do you still want to visit Durmstrang in the open?"

Molly? Weasley said unceremoniously, her words causing Sirius to become agitated for a moment, and he opened his mouth to retort, but swallowed it back as the campfire in the nearby fireplace went up.

"It's Dumbledore." As he spoke, Lupin got up hurriedly, ran to the stove, grabbed a handful of shiny powder from a small dish, and threw it into the stove, where the rising flame turned bright green, and a face of flame appeared in the fireplace.

Crescent-shaped glasses, long beard that can tie knots, this face is all too familiar to everyone, it is the headmaster of Hogwarts, the leader of the Order of the Phoenix, Arbus? Dumbledore.

"Good evening, everyone—" Dumbledore's face flickered in the fire, "I think you've received the letter." ”

"Yes, of course," said Mrs. Weasley, pouting, "Sirius wants to go to Durmstrang by himself!" ”

"I'm glad you cared about him so much, Molly, but I don't think Sirius would do anything so reckless." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"So what do we do?" Lupin picked up the conversation and reached out to stop Sirius, who was about to step forward and say something, "Harry is in Durmstrang—"

"I don't think it's a problem, maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow, I'll talk to the Headmaster of Durmstrang in person—" Dumbledore said with a pleasant smile:

"He's also a student from Hogwarts, and as far as I know, the previous conversation with Severus was quite pleasant, and Harry was probably an unexpectedly safe place to stay there."

"But the trial of the Ministry of Magic-" Lupin was faintly worried, he didn't know Ning An, the year he taught, Ning An had already left the school, but from the mouths of other teachers, he heard about such a highly talented student, until this year, he became Durmstrang's principal, and the magic genius really came into everyone's field of vision, but for many people, this Durmstrang principal is still mysterious.

In contrast, Lupin is willing to trust Dumbledore's judgment, so the Ministry of Magic is something that really worries him, after all, now in the Ministry of Magic, even Dumbledore is about to be ruined, and people are very disapproving of his blatant claim that Voldemort has returned, and Fudge asked the Wizengamot to interrogate Harry this time, and the real target is actually Dumbledore behind Harry.

"These problems can be solved, after we're really sure of something—" Dumbledore said calmly.

"But Harry did use the Slug Charm on his cousin - if Fudge catches that—" Arthur? Weasley voiced his concerns.

"I'll take care of that, don't worry, Arthur." Dumbledore said elegantly: "In contrast, I am more worried that Fudge will be suspicious of you, in a short period of time, you will not pass on news frequently for the time being, we need you to stay in the Ministry of Magic all the time." ”

"Okay, understood—"

"Goodnight, then, everyone, this matter will be settled soon." Dumbledore's face disappeared from the flames as he spoke, the leaping green flames fading and the fireplace slowly extinguished.

There was a sense of relaxation in the room, and Dumbledore's simple words, as if they were a shot in the arm, relaxed the people who had been panicked and worried before, and even Sirius regained his composure, although there was still a hint of sadness on his face, he came to the table and sat down again, and they could now discuss something else calmly.