Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Chapter 280: Reunion with the Order of the Phoenix

At the dining table in the living room, the maca calmly drinking and the trembling Penny formed a sharp contrast.

Vernon, Dudley, and Harry looked at them both with confusion, wondering what they were talking about.

In fact, after Penny screamed to stop, Maca didn't go on talking. What he did was nothing more than a small warning to the aunt Harry.

To this day, even if the broken things of Chen Guzi's rotten sesame seeds are talked about, it doesn't make much sense.

Or, in other words, unless Penny is willing to speak out some past events, the words of the other hand will not reflect its true value.

"Harry, pack up your luggage and leave in a moment."

Harry heeded for a moment and saw that no one was stopping him, but felt a little uncomfortable. After he nodded slightly, he turned and ran to the second floor.

For the next time, no one spoke again. In this moment of silence, Maca drank the black tea slowly, and then returned the empty tea cup to the saucer.

At the same time, Harry happened to be walking down with his large suitcase.

"Thank you for your hospitality, ma'am ..." Maca stood up, kindly, "then, we will be rude first."

He nodded slightly to the Dursleys, and then turned around and walked towards the gate, and Harry and Leni followed in a hurry.

But when Maca came to the door, he seemed to remember something, and he paused slightly.

"Harry, don't you and your aunt ... um, do you have a cousin?"

"No need!"

Harry turned back subconsciously, but before he could say anything, Vernon in the living room shouted.

Instead, his aunt Petunia didn't say anything, she just looked at Harry's eyes with a stunned expression, with an inexplicable blankness on her face.

"Look! I don't think so," Harry took a deep breath and replied dully.

Maca shrugged and said softly, "This is your decision ... I just want to remind you that these few people in front of you are your only loved ones in this world."

After all, he didn't care what Harry thought anymore, and dragged Leine who wanted to watch the bustling step out of Dursley's house.

This time, Marca's words rarely contained any deep meaning, he was just stating an objective fact in a plain tone.

As for how to choose, it was Harry's own business. No matter how close someone is, they ca n’t, or have no right to make any choice for him.

It didn't take long for Harry to drag out his suitcase and walk out, taking the door of Dursley's house with him.

On the outside street, Lena was standing quietly next to an old-fashioned bicycle, holding a large paper bag full of fruits and vegetables in her arms.

"It's pretty fast! What will you eat tonight?" Maca asked with interest.

"Maca!"

Lena was trying to answer but was interrupted by Harry.

"The dementors in the living room ..."

Maca certainly knew what Harry wanted to ask, and he waved his hand: "The magic of a dead dementor will continue to dissipate, and if not dealt with in time, it will soon disappear completely."

Seeing Maka saying, while taking out a heavy magic book, Harry hurriedly asked the second question, which he most wanted to know the answer.

"What happened recently? Why do Dementors appear one after another?" He hesitated. "Is ... Voldemort?"

Maca threw the magic book forward, levitating it to her feet, and nodded casually.

"Who else can he be?" He said, raising his leg to stand on the magic book, and then urged, "Don't ask anymore, take out your broom, and wait for a while. You can Just ask. "

"'Here you are?'" Harry asked anxiously. "Where are we going? Burrow?"

"No, it's not there ... it's not safe there." Marka watched Harry step on the broom, and stretched out his wand and nodded on his head. "Follow me, Harry."

Just as the tip of Maca's wand touched the top of Harry's head, he felt a warm coolness soaking him from head to toe.

Harry looked down at his body, and now it looked as if it didn't belong to him at all, but there was no invisibility, but the color and texture became like the surrounding environment.

Maca cast a magic spell on several people. The magic spell seemed to be very effective, and only a slight distance can be seen faintly at a slight distortion.

"Let's go! Remember, follow up ..." he reiterated, "I remember you flying very well, didn't you?"

To be honest, flying around a broom in the Muggle world is really fresh. But Harry had no time to enjoy the joy of flying.

It was hard for him to imagine how Maca would fly on a magic book, and it was amazingly fast. Maca's Phantom Charm was even more powerful, and Harry flew to his feet so as not to lose it.

Fortunately, the speed will be faster, and the time will be shortened. Soon, Maca greets Harry and dives down.

...

The door of the house in Grimma Square is still gloomy, maintaining the appearance of being a thousand miles away.

The windows of some houses were broken, and they were dimly lit under the light of the newly lit street lamps. Many doors have peeled paint, and several households have piled up trash outside the front door steps.

Several people stood in front of the two equally dilapidated houses, and Harry looked at the rusted iron fences in confusion, and stared blankly at Maca.

"Remember to keep the address in your heart for a while, so as not to find the door when you come back next time."

As Maca said, she stretched out her wand and waved her hand, and the house in front of him immediately slammed a rumbling vibration, moving away from both sides. Before long, a dilapidated house with the same old appearance appeared to be restored from the squashed state, and appeared in the middle of the previous two houses out of thin air.

"Let's go!" He called Harry, who was stunning, and then moved his legs forward.

At this point, Lenny and Sister Lena had taken a step ahead, pushing the mottled door open.

As he walked into the hallway, Harry suddenly opened his mouth in surprise. This is not to say he was fussed, because the exterior and interior of the house felt so different.

A row of exquisite magic hanging lamps on the wall were on, casting a soft light, which clearly illuminated the exquisite wallpaper and brand-new carpet in the long hallway.

Above the head, a copper-inlaid chandelier flashed with a dazzling luster, and two rows of landscape-based magic oil paintings were neatly arranged on the wall. You can even see the branches inside shaking slightly with the wind.

Everything here is neat and shiny, making Harry feel like he's in a museum or something.

With a rush of footsteps, Ron's mother, Mrs. Weasley, came out of a door on the other side of the hall. She walked towards them in three steps and two steps, with a warm smile on her face.

However, she seemed much thinner and paler than before.

"Oh, Harry, I'm so glad to see you!" She whispered, holding him in her arms, and almost broke his ribs.

Then he pushed him away a little and looked at him carefully.

"You look thin and need more food!" Mrs. Weasley said quickly, "Oh! Lena, you go to the kitchen first! I'll be here soon ..."

After all, she turned to Maca again and whispered quickly, "He has just arrived, and the meeting has begun."

"Really?" Marka nodded. "Okay, madam ... Harry, would you like to come?"

"No!" Said Mrs. Weasley immediately at Harry, "he's too young, those things are for him"

"Madam," Maca said with a smirk, "I don't think it's okay, you see! I'm as big as Harry ..."

Mrs. Weasley opened her mouth, but she still hugged Harry tightly, obviously not wanting to let go of him.

"No, no matter what, only members of the Order of the Phoenix can attend the meeting." She insisted, "Ron and Hermione are upstairs! Harry, you can wait with them until the meeting is over, and then we can eat Supper. "

"Okay, okay ..." Maca spread his hands, "Harry, or can you go up first? Actually, it's not interesting to come in with me ..."

"But" Harry heard his words and couldn't help tightening his lips.

"Okay! I'll tell you where you should sleep ..." Mrs. Weasley whispered ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ while pushing Harry up the stairs, "Let's wait later Explain to you, now I have to hurry up, I should be at the meeting ... "

Marka looked at Harry with a sullen look, and had no choice but to shrug his shoulders.

Speaking of which, Maca can cope well with anyone, but she can't cope with Mrs. Weasley. Regarding her kindness, Maca never refused, nor did she know how to stop or oppose it.

He himself also vaguely understood the reason, perhaps because ... Mrs. Weasley was indeed a "model of a good mother."

Shake off some of the thoughts in his heart, and Maca walked towards the reception room opposite.

Perhaps it was because of knowing that Harry was coming over today, the meeting room seemed very lively, and many people had come, crowded around the long table next to each other.

At the end of the long table near the door, Snape looked coldly at Maca.

"Good evening, professor." Maca smiled. "Stay for dinner tonight?"

"Hey! McLean," Sirius on the other side said with a grimace, "I don't think Snot will want to stay for dinner."

"Huh!" Snape grunted. "Even if you ask me, I won't stay."

Sirius said, "Look!"

Maca couldn't help but sigh. This is a problem left over from history. Don't say if there is any misunderstanding. Even if it doesn't, he doesn't think Snape and Sirius will get together.

What's more, Snape's status as a double-sided spy does need to maintain a certain distance from the people in the organization.

This job is perfect for him.

"Okay! Then ... the meeting begins!" Maka clapped her hands and said loudly, "Professor Snape, let's read the secret report ..."

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