Chapter 388: leave early

"The mysterious person doesn't matter whether you are serious or not, I just remind you first." Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows, then said flatly.
"Don't you have magic, you can deal with that mysterious man!" Uncle Vernon growled, anyone who felt that he was suddenly being targeted by terrorists, especially magic terrorists, is probably his appearance, Even more exaggerated.
"I'm sorry, the opposite side is also magical, and stronger than us." Professor McGonagall said quietly, but there was a little helplessness in the tone.
"What about the old white-bearded man who has been here before?"
"He's dead." Professor McGonagall said without shyness, but the tone was slightly sad.
"Ha..." Vernon still had an impression of the old man's sharp eyes hidden under the lens, and now he felt even more breathless.
"Then what should we do?"
"The magic set by Dumbledore can last until next year. Before that, it is the safest place. If the mysterious man was still not defeated at that time, you may have to move."
The man shuddered at what Professor McGonagall said, and felt rude because the woman on the opposite side was not easy to deal with.
"Do you know how difficult it is to find a house?" He sat back on the seat, mumbled and complained.
"It seems that we have reached a consensus."
"Come on, Harry."
"But my luggage, and..."
"You probably have 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," Professor McGonagall said.
"Goodbye." Harry followed behind Professor McGonagall and beckoned to his relatives.
The two walked on the side of Privet Drive. In the evening, a row of illuminated street lights had been lit up, extending toward the other side of the street. The yellowish light spilled all over the street, showing a faint warmth sense.
The shadows of the two were short and long, as if rushing from one moon to another.
"Now our destination? Professor McGonagall?"
"Go to Diagon Alley first and buy the textbooks. You don't need to prepare any more when the school is approaching."
"Why advance?"
"Going close to the start of school, the mysterious person will stare at you." Professor McGonagall explained as if he knew what Harry wanted to ask.
"But the nearest flyway net is over there..." Harry pointed in the opposite direction of their journey.
"We don't need Flyway. Look, it's here now."
A bright purple bus stopped in front of them-Knight Bus.
As a means of transportation, it is still safe
It's not yet the most dangerous time.
"Two people, two tickets...well, do you need a toothbrush?"
"No," Professor McGonagall responded politely, and Harry nodded.
It didn't take long for them to arrive at Diagon Alley, where it is now empty and few people walking on the street. .
Some sensitive residents heard the wind and noticed the abnormal atmosphere
And it's not close to the start of school.
The shop window originally displayed spell books, potions and crucibles. The colorful ones are now invisible, but they are covered by the large notice posted by the Ministry of Magic.
The notice is purple in color and looks intimidating. There are all kinds of people with unclear faces. The whole body is hidden in the cloak. The text below says that it is a vampire and has attacked several innocent Muggles and wizards. .
The werewolves also accounted for some proportions, and they grinned grimacingly, showing their sharp teeth.
There are giants, but they didn’t hurt people, just destroyed some buildings
Several windows were nailed to death by wooden boards, including Florin Fosco's ice cream shop. On the other hand, a lot of crooked stalls suddenly appeared on both sides of the street. The nearest stall was under a stained striped canopy outside the Lijian Bookstore. A cardboard sign was nailed in front of the stall:
Amulet: effective against werewolves, dementors and corpses
The door of Lizhen Bookstore didn't open, only a small movable door was opened in the corner of the lower right corner, and now most shops on this street are like this.
Professor McGonagall and Harry walked in.
Buy the book first, and you won't need to come back later.
"It's Weasley's, you will spend the second half of the holiday happily."
"Add it" throws in a brand new "Advanced Potion Maker".
"Although the grades haven't come down yet, I think my potion class shouldn't be taken." Harry said helplessly.
"Don't give up hope." Professor McGonagall ignored Harry's answer.
"Hold it, it will be useful in the future, there will be surprises."
"But before that, there are two people you want to meet."
Walked out of Lizhen Bookstore and walked along the road to a store. .
A sign with a fairly bright hue hung on it, a little boy with a cartoon stick figure grimacing, with a gradient red writing on his face: "Weasley Magic Joke Store."
"We are rare, and the owner who dared to open a store this day." George and Fred said happily.
Weasley joke shop?
Harry thought he guessed something, "This is the shop you opened?"
"We graduated." Fred sighed.
"Yeah, I finally stepped into the society." George echoed with concern.
"Look at our merchandise?" The two brothers kindly invited Harry, while trying to reach out and drag him into the store.
"It's time to go, we have limited time." Professor McGonagall shook her head. She still kept a close eye on these prank props.
"Now we should go to Weasley's house, that is where you should live next."
"Your transcript will also be sent there."
After explaining some of Harry's precautions, Professor McGonagall took Harry into the shadow of nobody in the corner of the alley.
"Take hold of my hand, I remember you have not passed the Phantom Shift exam." Professor McGonagall said.
After a brief twist, in a blink of an eye, Harry felt his body became illusory and unreal. The whole person seemed to be floating in the air, and the vision in front of him gradually twisted and became clear again.
After returning to the earth with both feet, Harry felt real. He lifted his glasses, showing a slightly Tudor-style building in front of him, with a pigsty beside it, from the floor to the ceiling, to the stairs, everything A little skewed, no one is perfect.
"Okay, I still have some work to do." Professor McGonagall took Harry to the door of the bad game and didn't go in.
"It's up to you next, Molly."
"Okay, he must be a few pounds fatter here with me." Mrs. Weasley hugged Harry in surprise and said quickly, letting him go after a while.
"Long time no see, Harry!" Ron hugged him.
After he fixed his eyes, he immediately became at a loss, because he saw many acquaintances sitting around the table.
Sirius, Ginny, a woman with strange pink hair, Lu Pingping, etc...
They crowded around a wooden table that was a little short, with greasy and scratched legs and table tops. These were the remaining members of the Order of the Phoenix.
After a brief chat, Harry was introduced to members he was not familiar with.
"This is Nifadora Tonks."
"Just call me Tonks, I remember we met on the express train, Harry."
When Lupin turned around to let Ron, he accidentally touched his arm, knocked over the teacup, and the pale red tea spread along the texture of the wooden table.
"If..." Sirius stared at him, and halfway through his sigh, his voice could not be heard.
There is also confidentiality in the contract he signed with his nephew.
He wanted to say that his ancestral house would have been transferred, but every time he stopped.
In fact, the Burrow is not bad, in addition to being a little crowded, it can also make people feel kind of.
"What about Mr. Moody?" Harry looked around, suddenly realizing that he was missing.
"He met dozens of werewolves in the Wisam Forest." The smile on Lupin's face narrowed slightly, and he said lowly.
"Hiss..." Harry took a breath.
"It's okay. At the end, only his wooden prosthetic leg was bitten and won't become a werewolf, then most werewolves have become barbecues and ashes~EbookFREE.me~ But now he is suffering from magical injuries in San Mungo The hospital was quiet and the doctor had to spend time getting him a new leg."
"It is estimated that your black magic defense class has to be replaced." Lu Ping shrugged.
"Shall we go and see him?"
"He said no."
"And Hermione?"
"I don't know, there may be something else."
"Don't keep asking, let Harry rest for a while." Mrs. Weasley brought a few more cups of hot tea. "It's been a long time since I was so noisy." There was a smile on her face.
"George and Fred are not loud enough yet?" Ron said angrily.
"That's different." Mrs. Weasley looked at the scene in front of her and nodded comfortably. She enjoyed the moment of the family together.