Harry opened his arms and hugged Duten fiercely, God knows how hard he had been this summer. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He wrote letters to all his good friends, including Duten, but all of them were ambiguous, and most importantly, he could sense what everyone was planning, but he isolated him, which made him feel like he was abandoned.

Now that Du Teng suddenly appeared in front of him, he felt that his sunshine had returned, his eyes were slightly red, and he was extremely excited.

"Stop hugging, kid, we're going to get out of here, there's not much time for you." A deep, gruff voice said.

Harry's heart was beating uncontrollably, and he heard the voice.

"Professor Moody?" He asked uncertainly.

"I don't know if the professor is not a professor." The gruff voice yelled, "I haven't gotten much of a chance to teach, have I?" Come on, we want to take a good look at you. ”

Harry let go of Duten and took two steps forward, exposing himself to the soft light. He had every reason to be skeptical. Just recently, he spent nine months with the man he thought was Mad-Eye Moody, only to find out that it wasn't Moody at all, but an impostor, and that he wanted to kill him before revealing his identity.

But he still chooses to trust the other party, because Du Teng is here, and Du Teng will not harm him.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Harry. We're here to take you away. ”

Harry's heart jumped for joy. The voice was also familiar to him, even though it hadn't been heard in more than a year.

"Professor Lupin - Leu?" He said incredulously. "Is that you?"

"Why are we all standing in the dark?" A third voice spoke, this time a completely unfamiliar voice, a woman's voice, "Fluorescent flickering." ”

A flash of light suddenly appeared on the head of a wand, and the magic light illuminated the aisle. Harry could see that everyone was looking up at him intently, and a few of them were craning their necks to see him better.

Remus Lupin stood closest to him. Despite his young age, Lupin looked very tired and haggard. He had more gray hair than Harry had last broken up with him, and his robes had a few more patches and were more worn out than before. However, a big smile bloomed on his face as he looked at Harry, who was reluctant to smile at him, even though he was too surprised to do so.

"Oh, he's exactly what I thought." Said the witch with the glowing wand held aloft. She seemed to be the youngest of them, with a pale, heart-shaped face, a pair of sparkling black eyes, and short, spiky hair of a bright violet. "Hello, Harry!"

"Ah, I see what you mean, Remus," said a dark-skinned, bald-headed wizard standing at the back. His voice was low and slow, and he wore a gold ring in one ear, "He looks exactly like James." ”

"Except for those eyes," said a silver-haired, snoring wizard in the back, "Lily's eyes." ”

Mad-Eye Moody, with his long gray hair and a large piece of flesh missing from his nose, was staring at Harry suspiciously with two asymmetrical eyes. One of his eyes was small, dark and bright, and the other was large, round, and flashed an electric blue—a magical eye that could see through walls, doors, and the back of Moody's own head.

"Can you guarantee that's him, Lupin?" He yelled in a gruff voice, "If we bring back a Death Eater pretending to be him, we're in big trouble." We'd better ask him something that only Potter himself would know. Unless someone is carrying a truth potion? ”

"Harry, what does your Patronus look like?" Lupin asked.

"A stag." Harry said nervously.

"That's right, it's him, Mad-Eye." Lupin said.

With so many people staring at him, Harry felt a little nervous. He slipped his wand into the back pocket of his jeans.

"Don't stick your wand there, kid!" "What if it catches fire?" You know, wizards better than you have burned their butts! ”

"Do you know who burned their butts?" The violet-haired woman asked the Mad-Eye man with interest.

"You don't have to, just don't put your wand in your trouser pocket!" The Mad-Eye man said angrily, "It's the basic wand safety rule, and no one pays attention to it now." He walked heavily towards the kitchen.

Lupin reached out and shook Harry's hand.

"How are you?" He asked, looking at Harry carefully.

"It's okay......

Harry couldn't believe it was all true.

There had been no news for four weeks, and there was not a single sign that he was going to be removed from Privet Road, but all of a sudden, a large group of wizards stood in the house as if it had been arranged a long time ago. He looked at the people around Lupin, who were still staring at him. He remembered that he hadn't combed his hair for four days, and he couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

"I-what a coincidence you've come, the Dursleys are out......" he said.

"What a coincidence, ha!" The violet-haired woman said, "I led them out so that they would not get in the way." A letter was sent to them through the Muggle post office saying that they had been shortlisted for the Best Suburban Lawn Grand Prix in All England. They are now in a hurry to claim their awards...... Or think you are going to receive the prize. ”

Harry's eyes flashed to the look on Uncle Vernon's face when he learned that there was no such thing as the Best of England Countryside Lawn Grand Prix.

"We're getting out of here, aren't we?" He asked, "Leaving soon?" ”

"Leave almost immediately," said Lupin, "and we're waiting for a signal that we're safe." ”

"Where are we going? Burrow? Harry asked hopefully.

"Don't go to the Burrow, not there," Lupin said as he motioned for Harry to head towards the kitchen. The group of wizards followed, still looking at Harry curiously, "Too risky. We've built our headquarters in a place where no one else can find out. Took some time ......"

Mad-Eye Moody was already sitting at the kitchen table, gulping down the wine from the curved bottle, his magical eye dripping around to take in the Dursleys' many labor-saving paraphernalia.

"Harry, this is Alastor Moody." Lupin pointed to Moody and continued.

"yes, I know." Harry said awkwardly. It feels strange that someone I thought I had known for a year was introduced to me again.

"This is Nymphadora—"

"Remus, don't call me Nymphadora." The young witch shuddered and said, "It's Tonks." ”

"Nymphadora Tonks prefers to be called by her last name." Lupin finished.

"If your foolish mother called you Nymphadora, you would be like that." Tonks muttered that in English, the first half of the word Nymphadora, "Nifa", is an unsightly word.

"This is Kingsley Shackle," he said, referring to the tall, dark-skinned wizard who owed a debt. "Efia Dogo." The snoring wizard nodded. "Dedalo Digo—"

"We've seen it before." Di Ge, who loved to be excited, said sharply, and his purple top hat fell off.

"Emmeline Vance." A dignified and elegant witch in a dark green shawl nodded slightly.

"Stoic Podmore." A square-chin wizard with thick straw-colored hair blinked.

"And Hesga Jones." A witch with dark hair and pink cheeks waved at them from the toaster.

When everyone was introduced, Harry nodded awkwardly at them in greeting. He wished they had looked elsewhere and stopped staring at him. He felt as if he had suddenly been invited onto the stage. Moreover, he did not understand why so many of them came at once.

"Finally, your classmate, Du Teng, you should be the most familiar."

"Yes, he's a good friend of mine."

Harry smiled and put his arm around Duten's shoulders, his back molars exposed.

"Now wait for the signal to tell us that everything is safe, and we can go." Lupin nodded, looking out the kitchen window, "We have about fifteen minutes left." ”

"These Muggles are so clean," said the witch surnamed Tonks, looking at the kitchen with great interest, "My father is also a Muggle, and he is a typical scruffy man. I guess Muggles are also diverse, just like wizards. ”

"yes, yes." Harry said. "By the way," he turned back to Lupin, "what's going on, and no one is going to give me any news, Fudi-?"

Several wizards let out strange boos from their mouths, Dedalo Digo's hat fell off again, and Moody roared, "Shut up! ”

"What's wrong?" Harry asked.

"You can't say anything here, it's too dangerous." Moody said, the normal eye turning towards Harry, and the enchanted eye still staring at the ceiling. "Damn," he said annoyedly, holding up a hand to pluck out the MONOCULUS, "it's always stuck, it's been wrong since that scumbag put it on." With a shrill crunch, like a piston being pulled out of a sink, Moody pulled the MONOCULUS out.

"Mad-eyed, are you deliberately trying to disgust people?" Tonks said kindly and casually.

"Hmph," Moody snorted coldly, turning his head to look at Harry, "Can you give me a glass of water?" I'm going to wash my eyes. ”

……

Fifteen minutes passed quickly, and Harry had just packed his bags when he got the news that he was ready to go.

They had to use the Transfiguration Charm to conceal their shapes, and although Harry had an invisibility cloak, it didn't fit snugly around his body, so it wasn't suitable for flying. Harry's illusion spell wasn't very proficient, so he needed Duten's help.

After everyone had come out of the Dursleys, several broomsticks appeared in their hands.

"Clear night sky," muttered Moody, his magical eye scanning the sky, "a little cloud cover." Well, listen," he said to Harry in a gruff voice, "we fly forward in tight formation. Tonks is directly in front of you, and you follow her closely. Lupin covers you below. I'm behind you. Others surrounded us in the middle. You can't mess up the formation no matter what, you know? If any of us are killed—"

"Is that possible?" Harry asked worriedly, but Moody ignored him.

The others continued to fly forward, not stopping, not losing their formation. If they kill us all, you'll be the only one alive, Harry, and the guards will be ready to take over. Keep flying east, and they'll join you. ”

"Don't be so elated, Mad-Eye, or he'll think we're not serious." Tonks said as he strapped Harry's chest and Hedwig's cage to a sling hanging from her broomstick.

"I'm just telling the kids about the plan." Moody said angrily, "It's our job to escort him safely to Command, if we're going to die halfway-"

"No one is going to die." Kingsley Shackel said in a deep voice.

"Get on the broomstick, that's the first signal!" Lupin said decisively, pointing to the sky.

High above their heads, a bright red spark suddenly bloomed among the stars. Harry could immediately tell it was a spark from his wand. He straddled his right leg on the firebolt and gripped the handle of the broom tightly, feeling the broom tremble slightly, as if it was as eager to take to the skies again as he was.

"Second signal, let's go!" Lupin exclaimed, and another spark bloomed in the sky, this time green.

Harry kicked hard off the ground.

The cool breeze of the night ruffled his hair, and the boxy gardens on Privet Road grew farther and farther away, rapidly shrinking into a motley of dark green and black, and the matter of the Ministry of Magic's trial was thrown out of the clouds, as if the whizzing air had blown the thought away from his mind.

He felt like his heart was going to explode with joy. He finally flew into the sky again, and finally left the privet road, which was something he had dreamed of all summer long, and he was going home!

For a moment, his heart was full of joy, as if all his troubles were gone, and they all became insignificant in the starry expanse of the night sky.

There was nothing to say all the way, and although Moody's deliberately spared a lot of roads, everyone arrived safely at their intended destination - 12 Grimmauld Place in London.

Harry looked up at the houses around them, who were standing outside Number 11. He looked to the left and saw the number 10, and to the right, it was the number 13.

Hey? What about number 12?

Before he could ask, a tattered door popped out of thin air between 11 and 13, followed by dirty walls and gloomy windows, as if an extra house had suddenly swelled and squeezed everything open on both sides. Harry was dumbfounded. The stereo sound of Number 11 was still dull, and apparently the Muggles who lived inside didn't feel anything.

And the house number of this door that has just appeared is exactly number 12, which is where Harry is really coming, the secret headquarters - the Order of the Phoenix! (To be continued.) )