As the Dark Lord and the others began to land, under a broken street lamp on Privet Road, Josephine Harris, the head of the Department of Magical Creatures Management and Control, apparition appeared in front of Hermione, who had already arrived at the scene.

Josephine handed Hermione a flask full of the blue glow of the Winged Demon Venom, "Mr. Scamander gave the venom very happily, Hermione, he is very interested in your Thunderbird, if you want, bring it to him." ”

The Umbrella Squad's Wolf Mother arrives with her team members and a few wizards.

"Miss Granger, they have been brought in as you have ordered. Mother Wolf reported to Hermione.

"Good work. Hermione nodded to the wolf mother, she clutched the potion bottle, and her voice was loud, "You have been busy all day for the expansion of Hogwarts during the day, and you shouldn't have bothered now, but you have also seen the situation in front of you, in order to restore the Muggle buildings to their original state as soon as possible, you can only ask the wolf mother to ask a few of you elites who are good at building-related magic to come and help." It's hard work~ I asked the finance to pay the labor fees in a timely manner. ”

The few wizards who had been brought in from the Hogwarts expansion site were overjoyed, and their frustration with the fact that they had just been forced to work overtime for the Muggles at night had dissipated in an instant.

But what made this group of wizards who had never experienced the war feel terrifying was that when they came over, they saw the famous old Auror Mad Eye Moody squatting by the broken street lamp by two Aurors, and the almost famous Order of the Phoenix wizard was not tied up, and all of them received the attention of the Aurors. Some of the Death Eaters were petrified and sturdy, floating in the air—but many of the Dark Wizards who dared to survive the Auror's arrival had already been torn apart and dead.

Seeing such a post-war appearance, these construction wizards did not dare to express their dissatisfaction that they were forced to work overtime for the Muggles at night, and now they were relieved to hear Hermione's promise, and they began to think about how to repair the damaged hemp buildings.

Hermione, looking around with some sadness at the destroyed Muggle buildings and the terrified faces in the windows, she looked back at Mother Wolf, "What about the Penelopes?

"No, the young master instructed us and the Aurors not to go near the scene of the duel, lest we be misunderstood by the mysterious person, Miss Clearat has just joined the battle, and now she is going to hunt down the other Death Eaters who are setting fire again. Mother Wolf replied respectfully.

"I can't catch anyone anymore, and after the mystery man wins the duel, he makes his men retreat... Let's get done and watch Allen's duel. Hermione sighed, "Mr. Skorzne, please help me get my stuff ready, I'm not very good at flying." ”

The fat man was a little stunned, until the wolf mother glared at him, he remembered that Hermione was calling him by his real name, and after smiling embarrassedly, he glanced around the surroundings, and commanded some wooden planks to make a large wooden box from a ruined house on the side.

Four Eyes, who hadn't come out of the laboratory for a long time, whispered, "Fatty, Miss Granger is talking to you, why are you doing this thing?"

"Ahh ”

Hermione watched the fat man's actions in her eyes, and thought of inviting the Thunderbird, who had to raise Dobby to the ball in public, and her face couldn't help but flush, and her ears were a little feverish, but then Hermione settled down, forcibly maintained a serious expression, and did not let the embarrassment ruin her decency and decency, and then she pretended to be normal and took off her waist bag and put it on the ground, unzipped it and released her Thunderbird Cotton.

A huge ptarmigan with golden feathers and a shiny oil shine sprang out of its bag. It struggled to spread its wings, but was too fat to fully unfold, and landed heavily on the ground outside its backpack with a clumsy "thud".

Everyone present, whether it was the Umbrella Squad, the Aurors, the wizards who excelled in construction, the Order of the Phoenix or the Death Eaters, and even the Muggles who lived in the room, peered out through the windows, and their eyes fell on the golden ball of flesh on the ground......

However, because the onlookers were blown back by the wind caused by its appearance, and their robes were blown against their bodies by the strong wind, they were sure that this Thunderbird was just an overweight Thunderbird...

After releasing it, Hermione's tense expression softened, she snorted lightly and stepped forward, gently touching Cotton, who stood up because of the sudden sight of so many wizards, desperately flapping her fleshy wings, under Hermione's comfort, the Thunderbird quickly closed its wings, calmed down and began to hum and chirp.

"Cotton, now we need your help. Hermione raised her hand and stroked the Thunderbird's chin back and forth, her head rubbing against the Thunderbird, then handed the flask filled with blue winged demon venom to the Thunderbird, and said to it, "You know what to do. ”

An Auror handed Hermione his firebolt, but Hermione waved her hand and refused, "Thank you, no, I've never been good at using broomsticks." ”

Thunderbird stretched out his sharp beak and held the potion bottle in his mouth, the large wooden box made by the fat man held behind him, and winked at Four-Eye, "Now you understand." ”

Suddenly, he was kicked and staggered a few steps forward.

"Hurry up. The doctor retracted his foot, took out his broomstick, and stepped forward, "Four-eyed, you wait here, I don't think this weight suspension spell is safe, we better cooperate with the shoulder, like carrying a coffin..."

But the Umbrella Squad had already understood her consciousness, and the wolf mother casually beckoned two strong-looking black Aurors, and the four of them worked together to carry the big wooden box, and they flew to a position parallel to the Thunderbird, and at Hermione's urging, the Thunderbird opened his legs and used the help of everyone's levitation spell to enter the big wooden box.

The wolf mother beckoned, and the fat man, the doctor, and the taciturn Victor stepped into the black-painted fire bolts that were inconspicuous in the night, and black smoke billowed around Hermione, and she flew into the sky without any tools, just like Voldemort and Allen, and Snape, who had only just learned the trick.

The smoky Hermione flew in front of hermione, and the six wizards in black uniforms followed Hermione in a staggering but rhythmic manner carrying the humble Thunderbird Cotton in a large wooden box.

The clouds in the sky gradually converged, but they were only flowing, and the weather did not seem to change noticeably immediately.

Hermione, who had already flown into the air, noticed that the weather had not changed much, and Hermione turned her head to look at the Thunderbird, only to see that the Thunderbird's two fleshy claws were firmly on the plank.

Collided with Hermione's gaze, Hermione the Thunderbird turned her head cutely and pretended not to see her master's expression, seeing this, Hermione continued to order: "Cotton, quickly flap your wings to affect the weather and summon wind and rain." ”

But the Thunderbird just didn't move, and continued to be silent and didn't respond. It flapped its wings and brushed the feathers on its belly with its sharp beak, but it didn't mean to make a storm.

As the owner, having raised it for so long, Hermione has a very clear understanding of its habits, and right now, it is silently losing its temper and talking about conditions.

Hermione sighed heavily, the matter was urgent, she decisively compromised to the Thunderbird: "Tonight, I won't force you to lose weight, hurry up and summon the storm..."