Chapter 869
"How is it?"
Standing in front of the window of the villa, Jon and Joanne looked at the leaving family on the opposite side, and suddenly asked Joanne.
"How about what?"
"I mean, is there any inspiration?"
"No."
Joe Annie just shook the head.
From a recent perspective, her writing has reached a bottleneck period. Even if a large amount of content is submitted, Hogwarts' strict surveillance network is almost making her the most complete record, but She still did not write the end of the sixth book.
Dumbledore's death is really not something to write about. Jon understands this very well.
"But we don’t have enough time. We have to do a complete management and application as soon as possible. I also rely on your book to open the world market!"
Only this thing goes With the foreshadowing, Jon has enough confidence and means.
In this world, the ordinary persons of the overwhelming majority are the kind of Ye Gonghaolong. They tend to hesitate in front of the things they yearn for, and the magic net is impossible to forcibly transform them-the casualty rate is too high , So some of the gains outweigh the losses.
So in the end, we still have to put the core means on this book. Anyway, according to his memory, this book will definitely catch on.
Jon doesn't think it can be anxious because of the fact that he can't write it out.
"We still have enough time to write, at least we can publish the first few copies first."
Jon tilted his head and said, "But there is one more thing. Part of Mowang’s permissions are open to you, and those people’s perspectives will give you feedback. I asked that company to get you a large magic projector. It will be there in a while. If you look at it more, it might be better."
"Also."
Joanne knows how important this matter is, so she wants to do her best, otherwise she would have accepted the transformation into a wizard. Deal with these things so hard.
While discussing here, Harry had already ran back to his bedroom upstairs and rushed to the window, just to see the Dursley’s car turning the driveway and onto the road, with Dedallo’s in the back seat The top hat is located between Aunt Petunia and Dudley.
When the car reached the end of Privet Road and turned to the right, the window of the car shot out a fire-like red light under the sun shining from the west, and then it disappeared.
Harry picked up Hedwig’s cage, his Firebolt and backpack, and finally glanced at the abnormally tidy bedroom, then slanted downstairs to the living room and took the bird cage and broom And the backpack is placed at the foot of the stairs.
The light dimmed quickly, and the living room appeared heavy in the twilight.
There was silence all around, and Harry stood here, knowing that he was about to leave the house forever, and it felt very strange.
A long time ago, the Dursley family went out for fun and left him alone at home. Those hours of solitary time were really a rare treat: quickly enjoy some good food from the refrigerator, and then rush Go upstairs, play with Dudley’s computer, or turn on the TV, do as one pleases choose the channel.
Thinking of those times, he filled with an inexplicable melancholy in his heart, as if thinking of a little brother who had been lost.
"Don't you want to see this place for the last time?"
He asked Hedwig.
owl still hides his head under his wings, sulking.
"We will never be here again, don’t you want to recall all those happy times?
I mean, look at the doormat at the door and think about it The past... After I rescued Dudley from dementor, he threw up on this mat... Unexpectedly, he still knows to be grateful, do you believe it?
And last summer, Dumbledore passed through That front door..."
Harry's thoughts were cut off, and Hedwig didn't help him find it, so he still hid his head under his wings.
"Under this, Hedwig--" Harry opened a door under the stairs: "It's where I slept before!
You didn't know me then— —Oh my God, it’s so small, I don’t remember..."
Harry looked at the piles of shoes and umbrellas, remembering that he woke up every morning and looked up at the bottom side of the stairs, there There will always be one or two spiders hanging.
In those days, he still didn't know his true identity. He hadn't figured out how his parents died, and he didn't understand why those strange things often happened around him.
Harry still remembers the dreams that haunted him back then: the dream was upside down, the green light flickered, and one time—when Harry talked about this dream, Uncle Vernon almost crashed into a car—the dream was actually a dream I saw a light motorcycle that could fly...
Suddenly, there was a deafening roar from somewhere nearby.
Harry straightened up abruptly, banging his head against the low door frame.
He paused, cursed a few words with Uncle Vernon's favorite vulgar language, then stumbled back to the kitchen, covered his head with his hand, and looked out the window to the back garden.
The darkness seemed to be filled with ripples, and the air itself was shaking.
Next, as the Disillusionment Charm expired, one silhouette began to appear.
The most prominent is Hagrid, wearing a helmet and goggles, riding on a huge light motorcycle with a black sidecar.
Around him, others came down from the broomstick, and two came down from the skinny, winged black horse.
Harry opened the back door and jumped between them all at once.
There was a greeting all around, Hermione spread her arms around him, Ron patted him on the back, Hagrid also said, "How about, Harry? Are you ready to leave?"
"Of course," Harry said, looking at everyone with a smile: "Didn't expect so many people here!"
"The plan has changed."
Mad-eye Han Roughly speaking, he was carrying two huge bulging pockets, and the magic eye sou sou scanned the dimming sky, houses and gardens at a speed that was dizzyingly fast: "Let’s cover first, then Tell you in detail."
Harry led them all into the kitchen, everyone hehe haha, chatting and laughing, sitting on chairs, sitting on Aunt Petunia’s bright and clean kitchen countertop, or leaning against her spotlessly Of various utensils.
Ron, thin and tall;
Hermione, her thick hair is braided into a long braid;
Fred and George, exactly the same Grinning;
Bill, with scars on his face and long hair;
Mr. Weasley, kind eyebrows, bald, wearing glasses crooked;
mad-eye Han, battle-tested, with only one leg, the shiny blue magic eye is spinning sou sou in the eye socket;
Tonks, her short hair is her favorite conspicuous pink ;
Lupin, more haggard, thinner;
Fleur, beautiful and slim, long silver white hair;
Kingsley, bald, broad shoulders, skin Dark;
Hagrid, with unkempt hair and thick beard, stood there with his waist bowed, for fear of his head hitting the ceiling;
Mundungus·Fletcher, small, sloppy, and awkward In this way, his eyelids drooped like a basset hound, and his hair was disheveled and tangled.
But this situation made Harry ecstatic and very happy;
He really likes these people, even Mundugus he likes it too,
You know, when we met last time, Harry wanted to strangle him.
"Kingsley, aren't you taking care of Prime Minister Muggle?"
"One night without me, he can deal with it," Kingsley said: "You are more important."
"Harry, guess what?"
Tonks was sitting on the washing machine, shaking her left hand towards Harry: a ring was shining.
"Are you married?"
"Sorry, you didn't participate, Harry, we didn't say much."
"Awesome, congratulations— —"
"Okay, okay, I have time to have a good chat in the future!"
Moody roared amidst the noise, and the kitchen suddenly became quiet. Moody threw the pocket under his feet and turned to Harry: "Dedallo probably told you that we had to abandon the first set of plans. Pierce Hinknes fought hard and caused us a lot of trouble.
He categorizes many practices as illegal behaviors. If you catch it, you must go to jail. For example, connect this house to the Floo Network, put a portkey here, or Apparition in and out.
Also Saying that this is done to protect you, so as not to let you know who catch you.
It's pure nonsense. Your mother's spells have already done this.
What you do is actually to prevent you from leaving here safely.
The second difficulty: You are not an adult, which means you still have traces on your body."
"I No—"
"Track the silk, track the silk!"
Mad-eye said impatiently: "Detecting the magic spell of wizards under the age of seventeen, Ministry of Magic uses it to discover that all minors use magic!
If you, or who around you, say a spell to get you out of here, Sinknis will know, and Death Eater will know."
"We can’t wait for the trace to disappear, because as soon as you turn seventeen, you will lose all the protection your mother gave you.
Simply put: Pierce Sinkenis thinks You have nowhere to go."
Harry couldn't help but agree with the stranger Sinknis.
"Then what shall we do?"
"We can only use these kinds of vehicles: broomstick, Thestral and Hagrid's light motorcycles, only they are not detectable by the traces , Because you don't need to pronounce spells."
Harry saw the loopholes in this plan, but he resisted saying it and let Mad-eye Han himself have a chance to deal with it.
"Your mother's spell will be broken under two conditions: you are an adult, or--"
Moody pointed to the spotless kitchen: "--you don't care anymore This place is called home.
Tonight, you and your aunt and uncle have parted ways, and both know that you will never live together again, right?"
Harry nodded.
"So, this time you will never come back as soon as you leave. The spell will be broken when you step out of its range.
We chose to break it early because you know who It is very likely that you will come to catch you when you turn seventeen."
"We have an advantage, that is, you know who we do not know that we are coming to transfer you tonight.
We A false information was revealed to the Ministry of Magic: They thought you would leave on the 30th.
However, our opponent is you know who, and it’s not enough to count on him to get the day wrong;
He will definitely let two Death Eaters patrol the sky over this area just in case.
So, we have taken the best protection measures for the entire dozen houses.
They all look like the place where we are going to hide you, and they all have some connection with Order of the Phoenix: my house, Kingsley's house, Molly's Aunt Muriel's house-do you understand this? "
"Understood."
Harry didn't tell the truth completely, he still saw that there was a big hole in the plan.
"You go to Tonks's parents' house, once you enter the protection enchantment we set for the house, you can use a portkey to transfer to The Burrow, is there a problem?"
"Uh—Yes, maybe they at first didn’t know which of the twelve safe houses I was going to, but—"
He quickly counted the number of people: "— —Fourteen of us flew to Tonks’s parents’ house. Will this be obvious at a glance soon?"
"Ah, I forgot to mention the key point.
Not all of the fourteen of us flew to Tonks’ parents’ house.
Tonight there will be seven Harry Potter flying in the sky, each with someone to accompany, each group flying to a different place Safe house."
Moody pulled out a muddy bottle from the cloak.
Without a word from him, Harry immediately understood the whole plan.
"no!" He said loudly, his voice echoing in the kitchen: "No!"
"I told you he would react like this."
"If you think I will let six people risk a mortal danger--"
"--this is the first time for us."
"This It’s not the same. Pretend to be me—"
"Ah, actually none of us like it, Harry."
Fred Tak said seriously, "Imagine it, if it’s out Failure, we will not go back, we will always become freckled, skinny fools."
"If I don’t cooperate, you won’t be able to do it. You need me to contribute a few hairs."
>"Yeah, this way, the whole plan can be ruined."
George said, "If you don't cooperate, we are obviously impossible to get a bit of your hair."
"Yes, thirteen against one, and that one can't use magic yet. We are really hopeless."
"Absurd," Harry said, "It's ridiculous Now."
"If you need to use martial power, then come on,"
Moody roared, he glared at Harry, and the magic eye trembled slightly in his eye sockets:
"Everyone here is of legal age, Potter, they are all prepared to take this risk."
Mundungus shrugged and made a face.
Moody's magic eye swishes, staring at him fiercely from the side of his head.
"Stop arguing, time is limited. I need a few hairs from you, child, fast."
"But this is ridiculous, there is no need—"
"No need?!"
Moody screamed: "There is you know who outside, and half of the Ministry of Magic is standing with him,
Potter, if we are good luck, he will believe that false information and plan to hit you in an ambush on the 30th, but he will definitely arrange one or two Death Eaters to monitor you, unless his brain is broken, and I will do the same if I change it.
With your mother’s spell, they probably can’t do anything about you or the house, but the spell will soon expire, and they know the approximate location of the house.
Our only chance is to use a substitute. Even you know who is impossible to divide yourself into seven parts."
Harry met Hermione's gaze and quickly looked away.
"So, Potter—excuse me, give me some hair."
Harry looked at Ron, and Ron made a face at him, as if to say, "Just do it." Come on."
"Hurry up!" Moody growled.
Under everyone's eyes, Harry reached out and grabbed a bunch of hair on the top of his head and pulled out a few.
"Very well," Moody limped forward as he said, pulling out the stopper of the potion bottle: "Excuse me, put it here."
Harry took The hair was thrown into the mud-like liquid. As soon as the hair touched the surface of the liquid, the potion began to foam and smoke, and it turned into a clear golden in the blink of an eye.
"Oh Harry, your taste looks better than Crabbe and Goyle," Hermione said. She saw Ron raise her eyebrows and slightly redd her face and said, "Oh, you know mine Meaning-Goyle's potion looks like a dry booger."
"Okay, please, fake Potter is queuing here."
Ron, Hermione, Fred, George and Fleur stood in a row in front of Aunt Petunia's shiny sink.
"One less."
"Here."
Hagrid said gruffly, lifting Mundugus by the nape of his neck and throwing him at Fleur Around. Fleur wrinkled his nose visibly and walked over to stand between Fred and George.
"I told you that I would rather be a protector."
"Shut up," Moody yelled, "You reptile without bones, I told you, whatever Which Death Eaters we met, their purpose is to catch Potter, not to kill him.
Dumbledore always says that you know who wants to end Potter with his own hands.
The one who needs to worry most is the bodyguard. Death Eater didn’t keep alive when he saw the bodyguard."
Mundungus didn’t seem to be completely relieved, but Moody had already taken out six glass cups the size of an egg cup from the cloak and gave them to Everyone, then pour a little Polyjuice Potion into each cup.
"Prepare-drink..."
Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Fleur and Mundugus drink at the same time.
When the potion irritated his throat, everyone panted and grinned.
Suddenly, their facial features began to wriggle and deform like hot wax.
Hermione and Mundugus grow up and grow, Ron, Fred and George shrink and shrink.
Their hair turned black, and Hermione and Fleur's hair seemed to fly back into the scalp quickly.
Moody is indifferent to this scene and is untying the straps of the two big pockets he brought.
When he straightened up, in front of him were six Harry Potter panting heavily.
Fred and George turned to look at each other, and said at the same time: "Wow-we are exactly the same!"
"I don't think it is, I look better."
Fred De said, taking the kettle as a mirror and taking a picture.
"Ouch," Fleur looked at himself at the microwave door: "Bill, don't look at me—I'm so ugly."
"Whose clothes are too big, here I am. There are small ones," Moody said, pointing to the first pocket. "It's too small, I have big ones here. Don't forget the glasses. There are six pairs of glasses in the side pockets. When you wear them, there is luggage in the other pocket. "
Harry felt that although he had seen some extremely weird things, the scene before him was probably the weirdest he had ever seen.
He watched his six avatars rummaged in his pockets, took out a suit, put on glasses, and stuffed their own things aside.
He really wanted to ask them to respect his privacy a little bit, because they all began to unscrupulously take off their clothes, obviously showing his body nonchalantly, they would definitely not treat their bodies like this.
"I knew Ginny was lying when he said you had tattoos."
"Harry, your eyesight is terrible."
Fake Harrys After he was dressed, he took out his backpack and owl cage from the second pocket. In each cage, there was a specimen of peeled snow curl.
"Very well," Moody finally saw seven neatly dressed Harry wearing glasses and carrying luggage standing in front of him: "The situation in the group is like this: Mundugus is with me, riding a broomstick— —"
"Why am I with you?"
"Because only you need to be monitored."
Moody roared, the magic eye when he spoke Mundungus has not left: "Arthur and Fred--"
"I am George," the one Moody pointed to in the twin said: "How come we have become Harry, you still can't tell us apart Huh?"
"Sorry, George--"
"I'm just kidding you, I'm actually Fred--"
"Stop messing around That's it!"
Moody roared angrily: "The other—no matter who it is—go with Remus. Miss Delacour—"
"I took Fleur to ride Thestral," Bill said: "She doesn't like broomsticks very much."
Fleur walked over and stood beside Bill, looking at him with an affectionate, endearing little bird. Harry hoped from the bottom of his heart that this look will last forever. Don't show up on his face.
"Miss Granger and Kingsley, also ride Thestral—"
Hermione looked at Kingsley smiling, and seemed very at ease in her heart.
Harry knew that Hermione also lacked confidence in riding a broomstick.
"You and me are left, Ron!"
Tonks said happily, and she waved at Ron and knocked over a cup.
Ron doesn't look as happy as Hermione.
"You follow me, Harry. Can you?"
Hagrid said, looking a little worried: "We ride motorcycles. Brooms and Thestral can't support my weight. But I go to motorcycles. The last time you sit, there isn’t much room, so you sit in the sidecar."
"very good."
"We speculate that Death Eater thought you were riding a broomstick "
Moody seemed to have guessed how Harry felt, and said, "Snape has a lot of time to tell them about your situation that he hadn't mentioned before. So, in case we run into Death Eater, they I will definitely choose the Potter who is very proficient in riding a broomstick.
Alright," he fastened the pockets of the fake Potter clothes and led everyone to the door, as he continued, "We will be within 3 minutes Leave.
The back door doesn’t need to be locked. Death Eater has to come and search. The lock can’t stop them...Come on..."
Harry hurried to the living room to get him He’s backpack, Firebolt and Hedwig’s cage, and then went to the black back garden with everyone.
Beside him, a broom jumped into a man's hand, Hermione had been seated on the back of a huge black Thestral with the support of Kingsley, and Bill helped Fleur to ride on another one. Thestral.
Hagrid is wearing goggles, standing next to the scooter, ready to go.
"Is that it? This is the Sirius motorcycle?"
"It is this," Hagrid smiled and looked down at Harry and said, "Harry, you rode on it last time. At that time, I can hold you up with one slap!"
Harry got into the sidecar and couldn't help feeling a bit embarrassed.
In this way, he was a few heads shorter than others: Ron couldn't help laughing when he saw Harry sitting in a bumper car like a child.
Harry tucked the backpack and broom near his feet, and clamped Hedwig's cage between his knees. It was really uncomfortable.
"Arthur did some tinkering."
Hagrid didn't seem to notice Harry's discomfort, just said.
He stepped on the motorcycle, and the motorcycle rattled and sank a few inches into the ground.
"Now there are several mechanisms on its handle. This is my idea."
He tapped a purple button next to the odometer with a thick finger.
"Be careful, Hagrid," Mr. Weasley stood beside them holding his broomstick, and said, "I still don't know if this is a wise choice. It must be a last resort. Only use it."
"Okay, everyone is ready. I ask everyone to leave at the same time, otherwise the entire containment tactic will fail."
Everyone All ride on broomsticks.
"Hold tight, Ron."
Tonks said, Harry saw Ron glance at Lupin with a guilty conscience, then put his arms around Tonks' waist.
Hagrid kicked and started the motorcycle.
The car roared like Dragon, and the sidecar shook.
"Good luck everyone!"
Moody yelled:
"See you at The Burrow in about an hour. I'll count to three.
One...
Two...
Three!"
The motorcycle roared heaven shaking, earth shattering, and Harry felt the sidecar dangerously Lean to one side.
He swiftly walked through the night sky, his eyes were weeping slightly, and his hair was blown behind his head.
Around him, a broom also rose in the air, and a Thestral black tail swished past.
They are flying higher and higher in the air——
cold wind whistling, it is not a comfortable feeling.
Below them, in the villa, Jon was debugging the machine for Joanne. Joanne saw Hedwig falling and couldn't help cry out in surprise.