"Don't you have magic, you can deal with that mysterious man!" Uncle Vernon roared, anyone who felt that he was suddenly targeted by terrorists, especially terrorists with magic, probably looked like him, Even more exaggerated.
"I'm sorry, the other side also has magic, and is stronger than us." Professor McGonagall said calmly, but there was a hint of helplessness in his tone
"Where's the old man with the white beard who came here before?"
"He's dead." Professor McGonagall said without hesitation, but his tone was slightly sad.
"Ha..." Vernon still had the impression of the old man's sharp eyes hidden under the glasses, and now he felt even more out of breath.
"Then what should we do?"
"The magic set by Dumbledore can last until next year. Before that, this place is the safest place. If the Mysterious Man is still not defeated by then, you may have to move."
The man's fingers trembled and he wanted to point to Professor McGonagall to say something, but he felt a little impolite because the woman opposite was not easy to deal with.
"Do you know how hard it is to find a house?" He sat back in his chair, muttering and complaining.
"It seems we have reached a consensus."
"Come on, Harry."
"But my luggage, and..."
"You still have about five minutes to prepare." Professor McGonagall said casually, glancing at the old-fashioned quartz wall clock hanging in the center of the living room.
"Goodbye," said Professor McGonagall.
"Goodbye." Harry followed behind Professor McGonagall and waved to his relatives.
The two were walking on the side of Privet Road. In the evening, a row of street lamps had been turned on, extending to the other end of the street. The yellowish light sprinkled the entire street, exuding a faint warmth. feel.
The shadows of the two are long and short, as if they are constantly rushing from one moon to another.
"What is our destination now? Professor McGonagall?"
"Go to Diagon Alley first, buy the textbooks, and you don't need to prepare any more when the school starts."
"Why early?"
"Go before the start of school, the mysterious man will follow you." As if knowing what Harry wanted to ask, Professor McGonagall explained.
"But, the nearest Floo network is over there..." Harry pointed in the opposite direction from their itinerary.
"We don't use Floo, look, it's here now."
A bright purple bus stopped in front of them—the Knight Bus.
As a means of transportation, it is still relatively safe
It's not the most dangerous time yet.
"Two people, two tickets... Okay, do you need a toothbrush?"
"No need." Professor McGonagall replied politely, and Harry nodded accordingly.
It didn't take long for them to come to Diagon Alley, which is now empty, with few people walking on the street. .
More or less sensitive residents have heard the wind and noticed the abnormal atmosphere
And it's not even close to the start of school.
The shop windows, which once displayed spellbooks, potion ingredients, and cauldrons, were all so colorful that they were no longer visible, but were completely obscured by large notices posted by the Ministry of Magic.
The notice is purple, and it looks very intimidating. There are all kinds of people. Some of them can't see their faces and their whole bodies are hidden in the cloak. The text below says that they are vampires, who have attacked several innocent Muggles and wizards. .
Werewolves also accounted for a certain proportion. They smiled ferociously, showing their sharp teeth.
There are also giants, but they didn't hurt anyone, just destroyed some buildings
Several windows were boarded up, including Florin Fusco's ice cream parlor. On the other hand, many dilapidated stalls suddenly appeared on both sides of the street. The nearest stall to them is set up under a stained striped canopy outside Lihen Bookstore, and a cardboard signboard is nailed in front of the stall:
Amulet: Effective against werewolves, dementors and inferi
The door of Lihen Bookstore was not open, but a small trap door was opened in the lower right corner, which is the case for most shops on this street now.
Professor McGonagall and Harry stooped in.
Buy the book first, and you won't have to come back later.
"It's the Weasleys, and you'll enjoy the rest of your holiday."
"Add it" dropped a brand new copy of Advanced Potion-Making.
"Although my grades haven't come down yet, I don't think I can pass my Potions class." Harry said helplessly.
"Don't give up hope." Professor McGonagall ignored Harry's answer.
"Take it, it will be useful in the future, and there will be surprises."
"But before that, there are two people you want to meet."
Walked out of Lihen Bookstore and came to a store along the road. .
A signboard in bright colors, with a cartoon stick figure of a little boy grimacing, with the words "Weasley's Magical Joke Store" written in gradient red letters on the face.
"We are one of the rare shopkeepers who dare to open a shop these days." George and Fred said happily.
Weasley joke shop
Harry thought he had guessed something, "Is this your shop?"
"We're graduating." Fred sighed.
"Yeah, I have finally stepped into the society." George echoed in a serious manner.
"Have a look at our products?" The two brothers warmly invited Harry, wanting to reach out and drag him into the store.
"It's time to go, we have limited time." Professor McGonagall shook her head, but she still stayed away from these prank props.
"Now it's time for us to go to the Weasleys' house, that's where you're supposed to live from now on."
"Your transcripts will be sent there, too."
After explaining some precautions to Harry, Professor McGonagall took Harry into the shadow of no one at the corner of the alley.
"Take my hand, I remember you haven't passed the Apparation exam," said Professor McGonagall.
After a brief sense of distortion, Harry felt his body become illusory and unreal in the blink of an eye. The whole person seemed to be floating in the air, and the vision in front of him gradually distorted and became clear again.
Harry felt the reality when his feet returned to the ground. He adjusted his glasses, and in front of his eyes was a slightly Tudor-style building with a pigsty next to it. From the floor to the ceiling, to the stairs, everything was A little skewed, nothing is perfect.
"Okay, I still have some work to do." Professor McGonagall led Harry to the door of the mess, but didn't go in.
"I'll leave it to you, Molly."
"Okay, he will definitely gain a few pounds with me." Mrs. Weasley hugged Harry in surprise, said quickly, and let him go after a while.
"Long time no see, Harry!" Ron hugged him.
After thinking about it, he took a closer look and immediately became at a loss, because he saw many acquaintances gathered around the table.
Sirius, Ginny, a strange woman with pink hair, Lupine, etc...
They sat crowded together in front of a low wooden table with some oil stains and scratches on the table legs and top. These were the remaining members of the Order of the Phoenix.
After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Harry also introduced members he was not familiar with.
"This is Nymphadora Tonks."
"Just call me Tonks, I remember we met on the express train, Harry."
When Lupine turned to let Ron, his arm accidentally touched and knocked over the teacup, and the light red tea spread along the grain of the wooden table.
"What if..." Sirius stared in front of his eyes, halfway through the sigh, his voice couldn't come out.
There are also confidentiality items in the contract he signed with his nephew.
He originally wanted to say that it would be great if his ancestral house had not been transferred, but it stopped abruptly every time.
In fact, The Burrow is not bad either. Apart from being a bit crowded, it also gives people a sense of certainty.
"Where's Mr. Moody?" Harry looked around and suddenly realized that someone was missing.
"He was besieged by dozens of werewolves in Wytham Forest." The smile on Lupine's face faded, and he said in a low voice,
"Hiss..." Harry gasped.
"It's okay. In the end, his wooden prosthetic leg was bitten. He won't turn into a werewolf. Most of the werewolves turned into barbecue and ashes."
"But now he's recuperating at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds, and the doctors will have to spend time getting him a new leg."
"I guess your Defense Against the Dark Arts class has to be replaced again." Lupine shrugged.
"Shall we go and see him?"
"He said no need."
"And Hermione?"
"I don't know, maybe there's something else."
"Don't keep asking, let Harry have a rest first." Mrs. Weasley brought a few more cups of hot tea, "It's been a long time since there was such a rowdy scene." Her face was full of smiles.
"Aren't George and Fred noisy enough?" Ron said angrily.
"That's different." Mrs. Weasley looked at the scene in front of her and nodded in relief. She enjoyed the moment of being together as a family very much.