"Excellent," Lupin said as he looked up to see Tonksvanlin and Harry enter. "I think we'll leave in about a minute. We should probably go out to the garden and get ready. Harry, I left a letter to tell your uncle and aunt not to worry-"

"They won't worry," Harry said.

"And that you are safe. ”

"That would only disappoint them. ”

"And you're going to see them again next year. ”

"Do I have to see them again?" Lupin smiled, but did not reply.

"You should know, Harry, though I don't want you to come back here......"

"Okay, I know. Harry inexplicably felt a hint of irritability, "So, where are we going?"

"A place you want to go. Van Lin reluctantly said that he could understand Harry's feelings, as a party, but was excluded by Dumbledore.

"Come here, kid," Moody brutally lured Harry to him with his wand, "I need to make you invisible. ”

"What do you need to take me?" said Harry anxiously. "Invisibility spell," Moody said, raising his wand. "Lupin said you once got an invisibility cloak, but it couldn't be used when we were flying, and this spell is a better way to disguise you. You're here—"

Moody slammed Harry on the head, and Harry had a strange feeling, as if Moody was just tapping an egg. Cold magic flowed from the wand strike point to Harry's body.

"I know, it's the Illusion Charm. Harry said and looked at his palm, he saw that Van Lin had used the spell, but now he needed it too?

How serious is the situation?

"Pretty lad, Moody," Tonks said admiringly, looking at Harry's belly. Harry looked down at his body, or rather the thing that had once been his, for it didn't look like it looked like it had been at all. It was not invisible, but simply the color and material of the kitchen behind his body were precisely attached to his body. Harry now looked like a humanoid chameleon.

"Follow me," Moody opened the door with his wand. They all went outside and stepped on the beautiful lawn that Uncle Vernon had tended to be. "Clear night sky," Moody grunted, his MONOCULUS scanning the heavens. "Maybe some clouds to cover it. All right, you," he called out to Harry, "we're going to fly in tight formation. Tonks is in front of you, you're going to follow her closely, Lupin is covering you underneath you, I'm going to be behind you, Van Lin is next to you, and the others are in a circle around us. Under no circumstances can the formation be destroyed, understand? if any of us are killed—"

"What do I look like?" Harry asked worriedly. But Moody ignored him.

"The rest continue to fly, do not stop, do not disrupt the formation. If they take out all of us and you survive, Harry, our rearguard is currently assembled in another location, flying all the way east and they will pick you up. ”

"Don't look so happy, Moody, Harry will think we don't realize the seriousness of the situation," Tonks said, strapping Harry's suitcase and Hedwig's cage to a broomstick.

"Besides, I don't think your second option is very reliable, sir, they haven't been so rampant. Van Lin said as if to comfort Harry.

It's not hard to understand that Voldemort doesn't have time to pay attention to Harry at all, he is obsessed with more powerful magical powers, and this is still the news that Tefrey has passed on.

"Oh, maybe, don't let your guard down, boy, those Death Eaters are terrible, but the curse of surprise will still take you away, won't it?"

"Take away?" Harry asked.

"Probably dead. Moody muttered, but his excitement couldn't be concealed.

"Please, Moody. Tonks said helplessly.

"I'm just telling this kid about the plan," Moody complained, "and it's our job to get Harry safely to Command, and if we die in this operation—"

"Like Van Lynn said, no one dies," said Kensley Shakreporte in his deep, calm voice.

"Climb on your broomsticks, that's the first signal!" Lupin screamed, pointing to the sky.

High above them, a bright red flare was already flickering in the night sky, and Harry immediately recognized it as a wand flare. He stepped his right foot over his thunderbolt broomstick and gently grasped the handle, he felt the broom vibrate slightly, as if eager to rise into the air with Harry again.

"Second signal, let's go!"

Lupin commanded loudly as another green flare exploded at high altitude.

Harry kicked the ground hard.

The cool night breeze whistled through Harry's hair as the neat square lawn of Privet Road faded away, and the lawn quickly shrank into a dull patchwork of green and black, all thoughts of the Ministry's hearings were thrown out of his mind, as if the whistling wind had blown them out of Harry's head.

He felt as if his heart was about to explode with pleasure: he flew again, as he had fantasized about all summer away, for a few glorious deeds he was now going home, and all his problems seemed to be far away, and they seemed so insignificant in this vast, star-studded night sky.

Van Lin didn't feel anything, and if he could, he would be happy to take out the flying carpet he and Hermione had bought, but the British Ministry of Magic wouldn't allow it.

It's really not very comfortable to sit on a broomstick, and it takes a lot of energy to make it magical......

However, it was also quite exciting to be able to bring Harry out, and when you think about it, Ron could only squat at home, and he could come out to participate in a Harry rescue operation, which was simply not too comfortable.

Enjoy the thrill of London's night sky and adventure.

"Turn to the left, turn to the left, there's a Muggle looking up!" shouted Moody from behind.

Tonks made a sudden turn, and Harry followed closely behind, as he saw his suitcase shake violently under Tonks' broomstick.

"We need to lift the height, climb a quarter of a mile!" Harry's eyes wept in the cold as they rose sharply, and now he couldn't see anything below but the faint glint of headlights and streetlights.

Two of those faint flashes of light may have belonged to Uncle Vernon's car, and the Dursleys should be back to that empty home by now, perhaps furious at the sight of the nonexistent lawn race, Harry couldn't help but laugh out loud at the thought of this, though his voice was quickly drowned out by the sound of the other people's robes agitation, and the creaking of the wind as they sped through the air.

Harry hadn't felt so vibrant, or rather happy, in nearly a month.

"Directions are due south!" Moody cried, "there's a town ahead." They turned to the right to avoid going straight through the cobweb-like lights below.

"The bearing is southeast, it keeps climbing, there are a few low-altitude clouds in front of us, we can fly in to hide ourselves!" Moody instructed.

"Let's not go through the clouds!" Tonks exclaimed in exasperation, "We're going to get wet, Moody!" Harry was relieved to hear her say this, his hands were numb as he was holding the broomstick handle so nervously that he had just gotten numb. He wished he remembered the suit jacket, and now he shivered with cold.

Fan Lin's choice was really correct, and he secretly added a warm-up spell to him before leaving, otherwise it might be even worse.

Even so, Harry wasn't much better.

From time to time, they change course as instructed by the MONOCULUS. Harry's eyes were kept open by the strong cold wind, and his ears began to ache, and he could remember the cold feeling only once before, when he was in his third year at a Quidditch match with Hufflepuff School of Magic and Wizardry in a snowstorm. The bodyguards around him were like a flock of big gray birds. Harry couldn't figure out the exact time. He was amazed at how far they had flown and it felt like it had been at least an hour.

"Turn southwest!" Moody shouted, "we're going to avoid the railroad!"

Harry was cold now, he was hungry for the warm, dry car below, and then, even more, he missed the experience of traveling with Floo Powder, maybe it wasn't a comfortable thing to spin around in the fireplace, but at least it was warm in the flames.

It would be nice if Hermione was here at this time, and she would definitely give a solution.

Van Lin didn't care, he was unexpectedly resistant to the cold, Harry remembered that Van Lin had said that it was a charm that had brought him a Chinese charm.

It's terrible, the magic of the warm-up spell has been reduced to the extreme, only a piece of the chest is still hot, and the magic is naturally all compressed there.

Kensley Shackreporte swooped down around him, his bald head and earrings glowing in the moonlight, and now it was Eman Vance on his right, her wand had been pulled out, looking around, and then swooping down on Harry's head, and her place was taken by Sturgis Podmer.

"We should turn back twice to make sure we're not being followed!" Moody shouted.

"Are you crazy, Moody?" Tonks shouted in front, "we're all freezing on broomsticks! If we do, we won't be there next week! And we're close to that now!"

"It's okay, no one is following, I've marked everyone, and strange wizards will be discovered. ”

"It's time to start landing!" Lupin's shout came over. "Follow Tonks, Harry!"

Harry followed Tonks and swooped down.

Ahead of them was the largest network of lights Harry had ever seen, a huge, jumble of lights crisscrossed and scattered in the deepest darkness. They flew lower and lower until Harry could see the individual headlights and street lights, as well as the chimney and TV antenna. He was tempted to land on the ground now, though he was sure that someone might have to thaw him to get him off the broomstick.

"Here, let's go!" Tonks shouted, and she landed a few seconds later. Harry descended as well, and landed in the middle of a small square with a canopy: weeds. Tonks had untied Harry's other luggage.

Harry looked around trembling. The surrounding houses have a squalid exterior and don't look welcoming to visitors: some have broken windows, the light of the streetlights faintly shines through, paint peels off many doors, and a lot of garbage piles up on the steps ahead.

"Where are we?" asked Harry.

"A place you will love. Van Lin arched Harry's shoulder, as Fred often did.

Lupin said calmly, "Wait a minute." ”

Moody rummaged around inside his robes, his large, rough hands clumsy from the cold.

"Found it," he mumbled, holding up a lighter that looked like a silver cigarette in the air, and clicked. With a bang, the nearest street light suddenly went out. He fiddled with the lighter again, and the adjacent street lamp went out, and he continued to fiddle with the lighter until all the street lights in the square were extinguished, and at last only the light came through the window with the curtains, and the sickle-shaped moon overhead.

"Borrowed from Dumbledore," Moody muttered as he put the lighter back in his coat pocket. "That's to prevent any Muggles from looking out of the window, see? ”

He grabbed Harry's arm and led him out of the meadow, across the road and onto the sidewalk, Lupin and Tonks following them, Harry's suitcase in between, and the rest of the bodyguards all pulling out their wands to protect them at their sides.

The dull thump of a loudspeaker came from the upstairs window of the nearest house. A pungent smell emanated from a large pile of bulging cabinets inside the broken door.

"Here," Moody muttered quietly, tossing a piece of parchment onto Harry's colorful hand and holding his glowing wand close to the parchment so that it would illuminate the handwriting. "Read it quickly and memorize it. ”

Harry looked down at the parchment. The small handwriting is indistinct, and it reads: Phoenix's command headquarters can be found at 12 Grimmauld Place, London.

"What is so-and-so instruction——?" Harry began to ask.

"Not here, kid," Moody cried, "wait here until we go inside." ”

He pulled the parchment out of Harry's hand and set it on fire with his wand. As the note curled in the flames and floated to the ground, Harry looked at the houses around him again.

They were now standing outside the house, and he looked to the left to see that it was number one, and then to the right, it was number thirteen.

"But where—"

"Try to remember what you just remembered," Lupin said calmly.

Harry began to think about the place where he had arrived at 12 Grimmauld Place, where all but a broken door now appeared between Eleven and Thirteen, all but the dirty façade and filthy windows.

No matter which way you look at these things from the outside, they look like they're extra parts of another house.

The speakers in room thirteen rumbled. It was clear that the Muggles who lived in it felt nothing.

Magic, a hidden house, obviously this is beyond Harry's knowledge, just like the Room of Requirement, but it was at Hogwarts, it was not comparable to this twisted world at all, it was obvious that the people on the left and right were Muggles, sitting in the room watching TV, with the Beatles next to them, looking like a fanatic.

"Don't be stunned, that's what you want to see. Van Lin patted Harry on the shoulder, intending Harry to hurry up.