"Let's go, hurry up. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Moody yelled, stabbing Harry in the back.

Harry walked up the tattered stone steps as he stared wide-eyed at the newly conjured door. The black paint on the door was peeling off, and it was covered with scratches on the left and right. The silver knocker is in the shape of a large coiled serpent.

There is no keyhole in the door, and there is no mailbox.

Lupin drew his wand and tapped on the door. Harry heard the loud sound of many metal crashes, and a rattling sound like a chain. The door creaked open.

"Hurry in, Harry," Lupin whispered, "but don't go too far, don't touch anything. ”

Harry stepped over the threshold and into the almost dark foyer. He smelled a wet, dusty smell and a sweet, rotting smell. The place feels like an abandoned empty house. He turned his head to look behind him and saw that the others were following him. Lupin and Tonks carry his suitcase and Hedwig's cage. Moody stood on the top step outside, releasing the balls of light that the light extinguisher had stolen from the street lamp. One by one, the balls of light jumped into their respective bulbs, and in the blink of an eye, the square was lit up again with orange-yellow lights. Moody limped in and closed the front door, the hallway even darker.

As he walked up to Harry, he struck Harry the head with his wand.

Harry felt as if something hot was running down his back, and he knew that the illusion spell had been lifted.

"Alright, everybody, stay still, I'll make some light for this place." Moody whispered.

Harry felt a strange sense of foreboding when he heard someone speak in such a low voice, as if they had walked into a house where people were dying. He heard a rustling sound, and then a row of old-fashioned gas lamps on the wall lit up, casting a flickering unreal light on the peeling wallpaper and polished carpet of the long, eerie foyer.

A spider-web-like chandelier flickered overhead, and portraits blackened with age hung crookedly on the walls. Harry heard something hurrying behind the baseboard. The chandelier and the candelabra on a rickety table next to it are made in the shape of a large serpent.

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, but Harry noticed that she was much thinner and paler than he had last seen her.

"Oh, Harry, it's such a pleasure to meet you!" She whispered, taking him into her arms, nearly breaking his ribs, and then pushing him away a little more, scrutinizing him. "You look thin; You'll need to eat more, but I'm afraid you'll have to wait a little longer for dinner. ”

She turned to the group of wizards behind Harry and whispered in a hurried tone, "He's just arrived, and the meeting has begun." ”

The wizards behind Harry all let out sounds of concern and excitement, and began to walk from his side towards the door that Mrs. Weasley had just come out of, including Duten. As he walked past Harry, Duten threw an apologetic expression. Harry was about to follow Duten when Mrs. Weasley grabbed him.

"No, Harry, only members of the Order of the Phoenix are allowed to attend. Ron and Hermione are upstairs, you can wait with them until the meeting is over and then we'll have dinner. Keep your voice low when speaking in the foyer. She whispered again in an urgent tone.

"Why?"

"I don't want to wake anything up."

"What do you say——?"

"I'll explain to you later, now I have to hurry over, I should be at the meeting—I'll tell you where I sleep."

She pressed a finger to her lips and led Harry as he crept past two long, insect-eyed curtains, and they walked around a large umbrella stand that appeared to be made from a troll's severed leg, and up the dark staircase, a row of crumpled heads gathered on the wall next to it. Harry took a closer look and saw that they were the heads of house-elves. They all have the same ugly big noses.

With each step Harry took, the confusion in his heart increased. What are they doing in this house that seems to belong to the most evil of dark wizards?

"Mrs. Weasley, why ——?"

"Ron and Hermione will explain everything to you, my dear, I really need to get over there," Mrs. Weasley whispered distraughtly, "here we are," they came to the second landing of the stairs, "you're at the second door on the right." I'll call you when the meeting is over. ”

With that, she hurried downstairs again.

Harry walked across the dimly lit landing and turned the snake-shaped bedroom doorknob to open it.

He glanced at the dimly lit room, with its high ceilings and two single beds side by side, when he heard a shrill squeak, then an even sharper scream, and then his vision was completely obscured by a mass of shaggy, messy hair. Hermione lunged on him, nearly knocking him on his back, and Ron's little owl piggy flew around their heads in a circle with excitement.

"Harry! Ron, he's coming, Harry is coming! We didn't hear you come in! Oh, how are you? Are you all right? Are you mad at us? Definitely. I know our letters are useless nonsense, but we can't tell you anything, and Dumbledore wants us to swear nothing. I heard you've encountered a Dementor! And the one who went to the Ministry of Magic for trial. It's so unbelievable. I've checked carefully, they can't fire you, absolutely not, the Law on the Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards states that magic can be used when your life is threatened—"

"Let him catch his breath, Hermione." Ron said as he smiled and closed the door behind Harry. In the month they've been apart, he seems to have grown a few inches taller, which makes him look leaner and clumsier than before, but the long nose, the fiery red hair, and the freckles on that face are still the same.

Hermione let go of Harry, still beaming, but before she could say anything more, she heard a slight whirring sound, and a white object flew from the top of the black closet and landed lightly on Harry's shoulder.

"Hedwig!"

Harry stroked the snow-white owl's feathers, its beak clicking, and pecked Harry's ear lovingly.

"It's been restless," Ron said, "and it nearly pecked us half to death when it brought your last two letters, look at this—"

He held up the index finger of his right hand to show Harry a wound that was almost healing, but apparently deep

"Oops," said Harry, "I'm sorry, but I want an answer, you know-"

"We want to give you an answer, buddy," said Ron, "and Hermione is doing a terrible job, and she keeps saying that if you stay there and don't get a little news, you're going to do something stupid." But Dumbledore forced us—"

"-swear not to tell me," said Harry, "yes, Hermione has already said it. ”

The warm joy of seeing his two best friends was now slowly extinguished, and something cold poured into the depths of his heart. Suddenly—though he had been longing to see them for a whole month—he felt that he would rather Ron and Hermione go away and leave him alone.

There was a tense silence as Harry mechanically stroked Hedwig, his eyes not even looking at the two of them.

"He seems to think it's best to do this," Hermione said a little short, "and I mean Dumbledore." ”

"yes." Harry said. He noticed that Hermione also had a scar on her hand from being pecked by Hedwig, but he didn't apologize in the slightest.

"I think he probably thinks it's safest for you to stay with Muggles—" Ron said.

"Really?" Harry raised an eyebrow and asked, "Who of you have been attacked by the Dementors this summer?" ”

"No—that's why he's sent someone from the Order of the Phoenix to follow you at all times—"

Harry felt his mind flicker, as if he had stepped down the stairs. Saying this, everyone knows that he is being followed, and he is the only one who keeps him in the dark.

"It doesn't seem to work, does it?" Harry said, desperately trying to keep his voice steady, "I still have to protect myself, don't I?" ”

"He's so angry," Hermione said in a tone that almost trembles, "Dumbledore is so angry. We saw him. When he figured out that Montungus had left before the changing of the guard, he looked terrifying. ”

"Oh, I'd love him to leave." Harry said coldly, "If he doesn't leave, I won't use magic, and Dumbledore will probably keep me on Privet Road for the whole summer." ”

"What are you interested in...... Aren't you worried about going to the Ministry of Magic for trial? Hermione asked softly.

"Nope." Harry stubbornly didn't tell the truth. He walked away from them, looking around, Hedwig resting contentedly on his shoulder, but the room didn't seem to make him feel better. It's dark and damp. The peeling walls were empty, save for a blank canvas set in an ornate frame. As Harry passed by it, he seemed to hear someone hiding in the shadows laughing softly.

"Why, then, did Dumbledore keep me in the dark so zealously?" Harry asked, still trying to keep his voice indifferent, "Have you bothered to ask him?" ”

As soon as he looked up, he caught a glimpse of the two of them exchanging glances, as if to say that he was behaving just as they feared. It didn't make him feel any better.

"We told Dumbledore that we wanted to tell you what the hell was going on," Ron said, "and we did, buddy. But he's so busy right now that we've only seen him twice since we've been here. He didn't have much time, he just asked us to promise not to tell you important things when we wrote the letter, and he said that the owl could be intercepted halfway. ”

"If he really wants to, he can still tell me the news." Harry said crudely, "Doesn't he know any other way to send a message than an owl?" ”

Hermione glanced at Ron, then said, "I've thought about that too. But he just doesn't want you to know anything. ”

"Maybe he thinks I can't be trusted." Harry said as he observed their expressions.

"Don't talk stupid." Ron said, looking a little panicked.

"Or think I can't take care of myself."

"Of course he didn't think so!" Hermione said anxiously.

"Then why did I have to stay at the Dursleys while you two were involved in everything that happened here?" His words spewed out one after another, and his voice grew louder and louder, "Why are you two allowed to know everything that's going on?" And Du Teng, who even joined the meeting below, and I was like a fool in the little house that stood in the way of the privet and put up with my uncle-in-law who hated the witch. Any information I wanted was deliberately isolated, no, maybe it wasn't that the information was isolated, but that I was the person. All of you hide from me as if I was an untrustworthy person! ”

The anger that had been held back all summer was finally released, and Harry roared angrily, and the sound frightened Hedwig flapped her wings and flew away, not daring to stop beside her master.

Hermione and Ron looked at each other, not knowing how to answer Harry's question, so they could only hang their heads and look like they were going to kill them.

Harry glared at his two friends, the flames burning in his chest.

"To protect you, of course."

A familiar voice suddenly came from outside the door, and Du Teng pushed the door in.

"Duten."

As if she had found a savior, Hermione came to Duten's side and hugged his arm.

Duten nodded at Ron, then looked at Harry.

"Didn't you hear from Voldemort before? That Muggle building has a spell that Voldemort fears, and no part of the world is more suitable for you than there, as long as you are in that house, even if Voldemort's strength is increased by another cup, there is no way to do that magic. Unlike here, as long as the Death Eaters want to, we basically can't stop them from invading.

So Harry, don't blame Dumbledore, and don't blame anyone else, we all have one purpose, and that is to protect you. Try to keep you away from dangerous circumstances and away from Voldemort's realization. ”

Du Teng said with a smile.

Harry suddenly remembered what Voldemort had said in the graveyard earlier, and his heart warmed. The original anger was gone, and he glanced at the two friends he had just yelled at, and couldn't help but show a look of shame.

"I'm so sorry just now, Ron, Hermione, I was so excited."

"Harry, you're right, if it were me, I'd have gone mad."

"Yes, Harry, we don't blame you, we just hope you understand our struggles."

A trace of contradiction that just appeared was consumed and invisible by Du Teng. (To be continued.) )