Harry could barely believe it was true. There had been no news for four weeks, and there was not the slightest hint of a plan to take him away from the privet road, when suddenly a large group of wizards stood in the house as if it had been a plan that had been drawn up a long time ago.

He glanced at the people around Vanlin and Lupin, who were still staring at him eagerly. He was extremely shy about the fact that he hadn't combed his hair for four days.

"I said—you're really lucky, because the Dursleys are out. He said vaguely.

"Luckily, ha," said the purple-haired witch, "I lured them out in a way. I sent them a letter through the Muggle post office informing them that they had been nominated for the competition for the flattest suburban lawn in England. They set off as soon as they hear about the prize money offered, or they think they are the champions. ”

Harry briefly imagined what Uncle Vernon's face would look like when he learned that there was no competition for the flattest suburban lawn in England.

"We're leaving, aren't we?" asked Harry, "soon?"

"Almost immediately," Van Lin replied, "we're just waiting for everything to be cleared." ”

"Where are we going? Is it Barrow. Harry asked hopefully.

"No, it's not Barrow," Lupin said as he led Harry to the kitchen, where the small group of wizards followed, still staring at Harry curiously, "That's too risky. We're going to some undetectable headquarters. That will take a little time. ”

Mad Eye Moody was now sitting on the kitchen table sipping a drink from a small water bottle, his MONOCULUS spinning in all directions, scrutinizing the various utensils that the Dursleys had painstakingly gathered.

"This is Moody, Harry," Lupin continued, pointing at Moody. "Yes, I know," Harry replied uncomfortably.

It was a rather odd feeling to be introduced to someone he thought he had known for a year.

"And this is Nymphadora—"

"Don't call me Nymphadora, Remus," the young witch shuddered, "my name is Tonks. ”

"Nymphadora Tonks, she only likes guys whose last name people know. Lupin concluded.

"What would you do if your stupid mother named you Nymphadora. Tonks grumbled quietly.

"This is Kensley Shackreporte," Lupin said, pointing to the tall black wizard, who bowed.

"Elfias Doug," the panting old wizard nodded.

"This is Derius Diger—"

"We've met before," exclaimed an excited Diggle, taking off his purple top hat at the same time.

"Emilan Vance. It was a dignified-looking witch in an emerald scarf, and she nodded.

"Sturgis Podmer. A wizard with bar-colored hair and a square chin blinked.

"Next up is Hesta Jones. A pink-cheeked, black-haired witch stepped out next to Moody.

Harry nodded awkwardly at them as he introduced everyone. He wished the guys were watching something else instead of staring at him all the time, as if he had suddenly become a clown on stage. He also wondered why so many people were here.

"As for this one......," Lupin said.

"Van Lin Ayr. Harry said quickly.

"I think so, it doesn't need me to introduce it. Professor Lupin laughed.

"However, I still want to ask, ...... No, it's how you ......."

"An incredible number of wizards have volunteered to pick you up," Lupin said as if he could read Harry's thoughts, the corners of his mouth twitching.

"Yes, it's good, but it's going to be better," Moody said in the dark. "We're your bodyguards, Potter. ”

"We're just waiting for a signal that it's safe to get out now," Lupin continued, glancing out the kitchen window quickly, "It's going to take us about five minutes to get there." ”

"These Muggles are clean, aren't they?" said Tonks in surprise, as she looked around the kitchen with a curious gaze. "My father was of Muggle descent, but he was a complete slacker. I guess that's different, maybe wizards aren't born to do that. ”

"Well—yes," said Harry, "you see—" he turned his back to Lupin, "what's next, I haven't heard anything from anyone, how is Voldemort?"

Several wizards and witches made strange hissing noises, De Darius Diggle took off his hat again, and Moody yelled "Shut up!"

"What?" asked Harry.

"Not really, it's still the same. Van Lin spoke quickly, but Moody glared at him.

Well, Van Lin knew that he had made a mistake again, so he spoke less, this was the instruction given by the person in charge.

"We can't discuss anything here, it's too dangerous," Moody said, turning his normal eyes to Harry. His MONOCULUS was still focused on the ceiling, "Curse it," he added angrily as he put a hand on it, "since that crumbs took it - it has become unacceptable. ”

Then, with a disgusting sound similar to that of a diver being dragged out of the pool, Moody pulled out the MONOCULUS.

"Moody, do you know it's annoying," Donx protested with extreme displeasure. "Can you give me a glass of water, Harry. Moody's pleaded.

Harry walked across the dishwasher, took out a clean mug and filled the sink with water, the wizards still watching him eagerly. Their relentless gaze had begun to haunt Harry.

"Great," Harry said as he handed the cup to Moody. Moody dipped the MONOCULUS in the water and pressed it to sink and float, the MONOCULUS spinning rapidly, staring at them from all angles.

"On the way back, I needed a 360-degree view. ”

"How are we going to get back—and where are we going?" asked Harry. "A broomstick," Lupin said, "is the only way." You're too young to teleport, and they are monitoring the fireplace network while setting up a manual portkey, it doesn't make sense to us. ”

"Remus says you're a good fast disc," Kensley Shackreporte said in his deep voice.

"He's the best," Lupin said as he checked his watch, "Anyway, you'd better go up and pack, Harry, and we'll get ready to leave when the signal comes." ”

"We're here to help you," Donx said briskly. She and Van Lin followed Harry back to the living room and upstairs, looking around with curiosity and interest along the way.

"The interesting part," Tonks said, "is just a little too clean." You know what I mean? It's kind of unnatural. Oh, it's better that way. She added as they entered Harry's bedroom and turned on the light.

Harry's room was definitely a lot messier than the others.

For four days he had been in a very emotional state and had locked himself in this room.

Harry had gone to great lengths to tidy up the place.

Most of the books he owned were piled up on the floor, and he flipped through them himself and tossed them aside. Hedwig's cage also needed to be thoroughly cleaned, and it was now starting to smell.

His suitcase lay open, Muggle clothes and wizards' robes mixed up and the floor was all over the floor.

Harry began to pick up the books and hurriedly stuffed them into the box, Van Lin was eager to use magic, but given that Harry still had traces on him, if he was doing any magic, Fudge would not hesitate to count it on Harry's head.

There is no doubt that this will become very cumbersome, and Moody's will not allow it at all.

Tonx stopped in front of Harry's open closet, and looked critically at her image through the glass inside.

"You know, I don't think purple really works for me," she said hesitantly, trying to tie up her long, spiky hair. "Do you think it makes me look a little bit eye-catching?"

"Well—" Harry said as he looked at her over the poster of the British and Irish fast diss national teams.

"Maybe you can change the color, it's not hard for you. Fan Lin said helplessly, "Maybe you can come over and help." ”

"Yes, that's it," Tonx concluded. She closed her eyes with a nervous expression, as if trying to remember something. A second later, her hair turned pink like chewing gum.

"How did you do that?" asked Harry in surprise as Donx opened his eyes again.

"I'm a shapeshifter," she said, looking at her image in the mirror and turning her head around so she could see her hair in all directions.

"That means I can change my appearance as I please," she said after seeing Harry's confused expression in the mirror, "I'm the natural one." During my training at the Aurors, I got the highest score in the camouflage category, but I didn't learn anything at all, which was the best. ”

"Are you a member of the Aurors?" Harry was impressed. After graduating from Hogwarts, becoming a Dark Wizard Hunter was the only career Harry had ever considered.

"Yes," Tonks looked proud, "and so did Kensley, though his magic was a little higher than mine. I was only allowed to join a year ago. But I was a complete failure in covert operations and tracking. I'm stupid to death, do you hear me breaking dishes when we get downstairs?"

"I warned you, Tonks, but you didn't care. Van Lin said.

"I'm just curious. Tonks laughed and said, "You should be as cute as a child, ...... Vanlin."

"Do you know what it takes to be a shapeshifter?" Harry looked directly at Tonks, completely forgetting to pack his things.

Tonks laughed.

"I bet you don't mind hiding that scar sometimes, do you?" Her eyes spotted the lightning-bolt-shaped scar on Harry's forehead.

"No, I don't mind. Harry muttered, and he turned and walked away. He doesn't like people staring at his scars.

"Well, I'm afraid you'll have to study hard," Tonks said, "shapeshifters, or Animagus, are really rare, and they're all born, not artificial. Most wizards rely on wands or potions to change their appearance. But we can change if we want to. Harry, I guess our task now is packing. ”

She looked at the messy floor around her and added weakly.

"Oh yes," Harry grabbed a few more books and stuffed them into the box.

"Don't be stupid, I'll do the packing much faster!" Tonx cried as her wand made a long, wavy sweeping motion across the floor. Books, clothes, binoculars, and almost everything flew into the air and into suitcases.

"Why didn't Moody allow me to use magic. Van Lin said dissatisfiedly.

"Because I'm an Auror!" Tonks said proudly.

"It doesn't seem neat," Tonks said as he walked over the suitcase and looked at the chaos inside, "My mom has a knack for this spell, she can get things neatly in place - she can even make the socks fold on their own - but I've never mastered how she does it - it's a quick flick motion—" Tonks flicked her wand with a hopeful quick flick.

One of Harry's socks made a feeble sway, then popped back to the top of the chaotic chest.

"Ha, that's good," Donx slammed the lid shut, "at least they're all in." That one needs to be cleaned a little bit as well. She pointed her wand at Hedwig's cage.

With a surge of magical power, a few feathers and bird droppings disappeared.

"Okay. This time it was better – I never put the effort into memorizing those pesky housekeeping spells. Okay - did you bring everything with you? gas pot, broom, wow! that's a Thunderbolt broom—"

Tonks' eyes widened as they sat on the broom Harry held in his right hand. It was Harry's pride and joy, a gift from Sirius, an international standard broom for fast disc.

"I'm still riding Comet 20, and that's what only a guy with a lot of money like Sirius would do. Tonks said enviously, "Next, is the wand still in your jeans? ”

Harry's suitcase floated a few inches square in the air. Tonks' wand was like the bandmaster's baton, and Tonks let the suitcase hover through the room and out in front of them, Hedwig's cage clutched at her left hand.

"She's a little off the line, isn't she?" said Harry, dumbfounded.

"If you have a lot of contact with you, it will become a habit, I promise. Van Lin nodded, "And the Animagus, it's not as difficult as you think, but with your current state, there's a good chance that what you want to turn into isn't what you want." ”

"What could it be?"

"I don't know, maybe it's a stag, maybe it's a snake......"

"Snakes?" Harry wondered, "It's not that Animagus is the image of his patronus, how can it be a snake......"

But soon Harry stopped talking, and naturally, Harry understood what Van Lin was for......

By the time he got back to the kitchen, Moody had already put his eyes back on, and the MONOCULUS was spinning so fast after cleaning that Harry felt sick when he looked at it. Kensley Shackreport and Sturgis Podmer were checking the microwave, while Hersta Jones was rummaging through a drawer, smiling at a potato peeler when she came over. Professor Lupin was writing a letter to the Dursleys.