Harry walked up the old steps, his eyes fixed on the new extra door.

Its black paint was tattered and scratched. The silver doorknob had twisted into a serpentine shape. There is neither a keyhole nor a letterbox on the door.

Lupin pulled out his wand and knocked on the door once. Harry heard a loud, metallic click on the door, sounding like a metal chain. The door creaked open.

"Come in, Harry," Lupin whispered, "but don't go too deep and don't touch anything. ”

Harry walked into the hall, which was almost completely dark. He could smell a damp, dusty smell mixed with sweetness, and the place felt like an abandoned building.

He looked back over his shoulder, the others neatly following him, Lupin and Tonks holding his suitcase and Hedwig's cage. Moody was standing on the top staircase, and was using the lighter to restore the extinguished street lamp outside, the light flew back into the bulb, and before Moody limped in and closed the door, the small square was immediately shrouded in orange light, and Moody had closed the door, so the hall became completely dark.

"Here—"

Moody slapped Harry on the head with his wand again, and this time Harry felt as if another stream of heat was flowing through his back, and he knew that the so-called invisibility magic, or illusion spell, had been lifted.

"Everybody, listen, when I give you a little light, everyone stands still. Moody whispered. The silence of the others gave Harry a strange premonition, as if they had entered a dying man's room. He heard a soft hissing, and then the old-fashioned gas lamps on all the walls lit up, casting a flickering, unstable light onto the mottled wallpaper, and illuminating a long, dark corridor with a worn carpet, a cobweb-covered tree-shaped decorative lamp flickering on the ceiling, and old blackened portraits hanging from the crooked walls.

Harry heard some kind of opening of the valve on the footboard behind him. Whether it was the tree-shaped decorative lamp or the large candelabra on a rickety table nearby, it was shaped like a large poisonous snake.

There was a rush of footsteps in the distance, and Ron's mother, Mrs. Weasley, emerged from behind a door at the far end of the hall. Her face was filled with welcome joy as she hurried to Harry, who found her even more emaciated and pale than the last time she had seen her.

"Oh, Harry, it's a pleasure to see you!" she whispered, giving Harry a hug that almost broke his ribs, then grabbed his arm and examined it critically. "You look thinner, you need to be more nutritious, but I'm afraid you'll have to wait a little longer until dinner. ”

She turned to the wizards behind Harry and whispered eagerly, "He's just arrived, and the meeting has begun." The wizards behind Harry let out a cacophony of interest and excitement, and lined up neatly past Harry to the door where Mrs. Weasley had just appeared. Harry tried to keep up with Lupin, but Mrs. Weasley pulled him back.

"No, Harry, this meeting is only accessible to members of the Order. Ron and Hermione are upstairs, and you can wait for them until the meeting is over, and then we'll have dinner. Keep your voice as low as possible in the hall," she added in a final eager whisper.

"Why?"

"I don't want to wake anything up. ”

"What ——? will you wake up"

"I'll explain to you later, I need to hurry up, I'm going to a meeting—I'll just show you a place to sleep for now. Mrs. Weasley pressed her fingers to her lips, and she crept Harry through a pair of long, moth-infested curtains, behind which Harry guessed there must be a door. Then, after rounding a large umbrella stand that looked like several giants' legs, they made their way up the dark staircase, past a row of shrunken head-like objects framed on the wall as decoration. A little closer to Harry found that the heads belonged to the house elves. They all have noses like pigs' mouths.

With each step forward, Harry's confusion deepened. What exactly have they done in this house that makes the place look more like it belongs to the darkest of wizards?

"Mrs. Weasley, why are you ——?" "Ron and Hermione will explain everything to you, dear, I'm really going to get out of here," Mrs. Weasley whispered, "there - they've reached the second floor,—— your room is on the right. I'll call you at the end of the meeting. ”

"Wait a minute, Mrs. Weasley—I mean, what about Van Lin?"

"Oh, he?" Mrs. Weasley's expression was a little unnatural, "He's going to be in the meeting, Dumbledore allowed it...... and she hurried downstairs again.

"Dumbledore allowed?" Harry repeated, but before Harry could ask again, Mrs. Weasley had already vanished.

Harry walked through the dark landing, turned the doorknob, which was also shaped like the head of a large viper, and opened the door. He briefly surveyed the gloomy, towering ceiling, which was a double room, and then he heard a loud chirping noise coming from inside, followed by an even louder scream, and Harry's vision was taken over by a large, thick-haired face.

Okay, that's not a good idea, but that's the feeling of being from far and near and not reacting.

A scent of incense, you say?

Harry didn't know if Hermione was going to be killed. However, Hermione's lion-like hair was much better, and it looked more like a Christmas ball.

Hermione rushed up and gave Harry a hug, almost knocking him to the ground, as Ron's little owl piggy hovered excitedly over their heads.

"Hurry up, Ron, he's here, Harry is here! Vanlin they got Harry back safely!Oh, how are you? Are you okay? Are you going to lose your temper with us? I bet you will, I know it's useless for us to believe - because we can't tell you anything...... Dumbledore wants us to swear that we can't say anything, oh, there's a lot we've got so much to tell you, and there's a lot of things you can tell us - those damn Dementors! When we heard—the Ministry of Magic of course heard—it was cruel, I rolled my eyes at them, they couldn't fire you, they just couldn't, there was a clause in that Minor Witchcraft Restriction Ordinance that allowed the use of magic when there was a threat to life—"

"Let him catch his breath, Hermione," Ron said with a smile as he closed the door behind Harry.

He seemed to have grown a few inches taller in the month they had been apart, which made him look even more slender than before, but his long nose, bright red hair, and freckles on his face were still the same as before.

Still beaming, Hermione let go of Harry, but before she could say the next word there was a soft whistling sound as something white jerked down from the top of the dark closet and landed gently on Harry's shoulder.

"Hedwig!"

As Harry stroked its feathers, the snow-white owl smacked its beak and lovingly bit Harry's ear.