Vol 2 Chapter 789: 3 people gathered

Harry walked up the old steps, his eyes fixed on the new door.
Its black paint is ragged and scratched. The silver door handle has been twisted into a snake shape. There is neither a keyhole nor a mailbox on the gate.
Lupin took out his wand and knocked on the door once. Harry heard a loud, metallic click from the door, which sounded like a metal chain. The door opened creakingly.
"Go in, Harry," Lupin whispered, "but don't go too deep and don't touch anything."
Harry walked into the almost completely dark hall. He could smell a damp and dusty odor with a mixture of sweetness. The place felt like an abandoned building.
He looked back from his shoulder, and the others followed him neatly, Lupin and Tonks holding his suitcase and Hedwig's cage in their hands. Moody was standing on the top step and was using the lighter to restore the extinguished street lamp outside. The light flew back into the bulb. Before Moody limped in and closed the door, the small square immediately Shrouded in an orange light again, and Moody had closed the door, so the hall became completely dark.
"Here--"
Moody slapped Harry on the head with his magic wand again. This time Harry felt as if another stream of heat was flowing on his back. He knew that the so-called invisibility magic, or phantom spell, had been lifted.
"Listen, everyone, when I give everyone a little light, everyone stand still." Moody whispered. The silence of the others gave Harry a strange hunch, as if they had entered a dying man's room. He heard a soft hissing sound, and then all the old-fashioned steam lamps on the walls lit up, casting a very unstable light on the mottled wallpaper and illuminating a shabby carpet. Yes, the long and dark corridor, on the top of the corridor is a tree-shaped decorative lamp covered with spider webs flickering, and there are old black portraits hanging on the winding wall.
Harry heard something opening a valve on the skirting board behind him. Whether it's the tree-shaped decorative lamp or the candelabra on a rickety table nearby, its shape is like a serpent.
There was a rush of footsteps in the distance, and Ron's mother, Mrs. Weasley, appeared from behind a door at the end of the hall. Her face was filled with welcome joy and hurried to Harry, but Harry found that she was thinner and paler than the last time she saw her.
"Oh, Harry, it's nice to meet you!" She whispered and gave Harry a hug that could almost cut off his ribs, then grabbed his arm and checked critically. "You look thinner, you need to strengthen your nutrition, but I'm afraid you will have to wait for dinner."
She turned to the group of wizards behind Harry, whispering and eagerly said: "He has just arrived, and the meeting has begun." The wizards behind Harry made a noise of interest and excitement, and they lined up neatly. Harry walked to the door where Mrs. Weasley had just appeared. Harry wanted to keep up with Lupin, but Mrs. Weasley pulled him back.
"No, Harry, this meeting can only be attended by ordered members. Ron and Hermione are upstairs, you can wait for them until the meeting is over, and then we will have dinner. Try to keep your voice down in the hall as much as possible," she finally said. Added in an eager whisper.
"why?"
"I don't want to wake up anything."
"What will you wake up—?"
"I'll explain to you later. I have to go quickly. I'm going to the meeting-now I will only show you where to sleep." Mrs. Weasley pressed her finger to her lips, and she tiptoed Harry with him. After passing a pair of long, moth-covered curtains, Harry guessed there must be a door behind them. Then after bypassing a huge umbrella stand that looked like a few giant legs, they walked up the dark stairs and passed a row of small head-like objects that were pasted on the wall as decoration. Closer to Harry, he found that these heads belonged to the house elf. They all have noses like pigs' beaks.
Harry's confusion deepened with each step forward. What did they do in this house so that this place seems to belong to the darkest wizards?
"Mrs. Weasley, why--?" "Ron and Hermione will explain everything to you, my dear, I really want to go quickly," Mrs. Weasley whispered, "there-they have arrived. On the second floor, your room is on the right. I will call you when the meeting is over."
"Wait a minute, Mrs. Weasley--I mean, where's Fanlin?"
"Oh, he?" Mrs. Weasley's expression was a little unnatural. "He is going to the meeting, Dumbledore allowed..." Then she hurried downstairs again.
"Dumbledore allowed?" Harry repeated, but before Harry could ask again, Mrs. Weasley had disappeared.
Harry crossed the dark landing, turned the doorknob, which was also shaped like the head of a serpent, and opened the door. He briefly inspected the gloomy and high ceiling, which was a double room, and then he heard a loud chirping noise inside, followed by a louder scream, and then Harry's vision was covered by a huge , The face with a lot of thick hair occupied.
Well, it is really inappropriate to say that, but the feeling of being from far to near and not reacting is indeed like this.
You say a fragrant breeze?
Harry didn't know if Hermione smelled so good, it was going to be beaten to death. However, Hermione’s hair exploding like a lion was much better, which looked more like a Christmas ball.
Hermione rushed up and gave Harry a hug, almost knocking him to the ground while Ron's little owl piglet hovered over their heads excitedly.
"Hurry up! Ron, he is here, Harry is here! Fanlin and they took Harry back safely! Oh, how are you? Are you okay? Will you lose your temper at us? I bet You will, I know our letter is useless—because we can’t tell you anything...Dumbledore wants us to swear that we can’t say anything~EbookFREE.me~ Oh, we have a lot of things and are very eager to tell you , And you have a lot to tell us-those dementors! When we heard-of course the Ministry of Magic heard-it was so cruel, I rolled my eyes at them, they couldn't be expelled You, they just can’t. There are clauses in the Minor Witchcraft Restriction Regulations that allow the use of magic when life is threatened—"
"Let him take a breath, Hermione," Ron said with a smile when closing the door behind Harry.
In the month they were apart, he appeared to have grown a few inches taller, which made him look thinner and longer than before, but his long nose, bright red hair and freckles on his face remained the same.
Hermione was still beaming. She let go of Harry, but before she could say the next word, there was a soft whistling sound, and a white object rushed down from the top of the dark wardrobe and fell gently. On Harry's shoulder.
"Hedwig!"
As Harry stroked its feathers, the white-covered owl knocked its beak and bit Harry's ear affectionately.