I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

A raspy low voice.

The voice was all too familiar to Harry, since he had taught himself for a school year.

It's Moody.

Harry suddenly remembered Moody in Altdorf's disguise, which made him even more tense.

"Professor Moody?" he asked uncertainly.

Moody said harshly: "Professor or not, I don't know. I haven't been sober for a long time. That level is too bad."

Even after a while, Moody couldn't help but wonder when he talked about being controlled by the Confusion Curse.

With the sound of the second voice, Harry's nervous heart finally fell.

"It's all right, Harry, we're here to take you away."

It's Lupine!

Harry's heart was beating wildly again, this time with joy.

His favorite professor, Professor Lupine, is also a friend of his father.

This voice can bring him a lot of security.

Lupine looked a lot more tired, he wasn't as energetic as he was at school, he seemed to have been running business for days without sleep.

He had purposely dressed in his best clothes, but they were a bit worn.

In the past year, Lupine has been busy with some things.

But he had a big smile on his face when he looked at Harry.

Harry was full of doubts, but also smiled at Lupine.

"He looks exactly as I thought." Among them, the witch raised her wand high.

The appearance of the witch is the youngest among several people, with a pale heart-shaped face, sparkling black eyes, and short nail-like hair in a bright and dazzling violet.

"Hello, Harry." She greeted Harry with a smile, with a lively and funny look.

"Ah, I see what you mean, Remus," said a dark-skinned and bald-headed wizard standing at the back.

His voice was low and slow, with a gold cup in one ear, looking at Harry with scrutiny and nostalgia in his eyes, "He looks exactly like James."

"Except for those eyes," said another wizard with silver hair and a wheezing voice, "that's Lily's eyes."

This is simply a meeting, the kind of relatives' house.

I am the child who was pulled out, introducing those relatives.

Lupine and the others came to pick up Harry's guards, and Moody was not at ease. He hoped that Harry could prove himself.

As a victim who has been disguised, Moody has twelve vigilances in this regard.

Nothing wrong with that.

Lupine asked Harry, "Harry, what does your Patronus look like?"

"A stag," said Harry nervously.

Lupine can confirm that this is Harry.

With so many people watching, Harry was inevitably a little nervous.

He slipped his wand into the back pocket of his jeans and got a growl from Moody.

"Don't stick your wand in there! You know, wizards better than you have burned their asses off!"

This neurotic is very moody, and Harry feels that Altdorf's Moody is still too restrained.

At least Altdorf didn't think the wand would explode and catch fire if stuck in the back.

The violet-haired woman was very interested in the wizard whose ass was burned by a wand, and asked, "Do you know who burned their ass off?"

"Never mind, just don't keep your wand in your trouser pocket!"

At least in the woman's ears, this meant a blunt mouth, and her eyes were rolled to the sky.

As he was preparing to leave, Harry learned that the violet-haired woman had sent the Dursleys a fake award letter via the Muggle post office.

He secretly admired each other's intelligence.

I can't wait to get out of here.

But it would take some time, Lupine told him, to wait for the signal.

While waiting, Harry also got acquainted with the wizard who came.

Moody needs no introduction, but at least he taught Harry for a year.

It's just that Altdorf is pretending most of the time.

The woman with the violet hair was Nymphadora Tonks.

But she doesn't like being called her name very much, and prefers to be called Tonks.

The dark one was Kingsley Shacklebolt.

There were others, Ephias Dorge, Dedalus Diggle, Emeline Vance, Sturgis Podmore, Hestia Jones.

They were all willing to come and pick Harry up.

Harry wanted to ask some more questions, like about Voldemort.

It's just that before the name was finished, they were all booed together.

Moody tells him to shut up.

Harry was puzzled.

"You can't say anything here, it's too dangerous." Moody explained, the magic eyes were still turning vigilantly.

Suddenly, his eyes turned outward, and Moody asked, "Who's that?"

Harry looked in the direction of his finger and saw the house, which was much larger than the Dursleys'.

He was in a trance for a while, and said, "That's John's home."

"John? John Wick?"

Moody turned serious, and Lupine looked complicated.

Harry was surprised by their expressions, did something happen?

But Moody didn't say anything, just looked and turned his head silently.

Lupine sighed, and Harry felt annoyed, and again, he didn't know anything.

But Lupine told him that he was going to go back on a broom later, which was good news, at least he knew how to get back, didn't he?

Harry went up to pack his luggage, and Tonks saw that he was in a bad mood. She was a Transformmagus, so she simply changed her hair color, trying to make Harry laugh.

It's a pity, after knowing that Tonks is a Metamorphmagus, Harry thought of Altdorf, and his mood became even worse.

After packing their luggage, Harry and Tonks came down again.

At this time, a red spark lit up in the sky outside.

is the signal.

Moody tapped Harry's head hard, kind of like cracking an egg, as if something cold flowed from the wand into Harry's body.

Phantom curse.

The first time Harry used it, it felt very magical, and he remembered John's invisibility.

"The invisibility cloak will be blown on the broomstick. It doesn't fit very well. Using the Disillusionment Charm can camouflage you better." Moody said, and Tonks couldn't help but praise loudly.

The second signal came, a green spark.

Moody unlocked the back door and they went out one by one.

Harry was thrilled that he was finally no longer isolated.

This excitement didn't last long.

Although Moody assigned tasks vigilantly, he did not expect that there was magic on the roof of John Wick.

The three people who flew up first fell down like dumplings.

In the attic, a dog poked its head out and barked at them.

It's Tom.

...

August 8th is the day of Harry's trial, when arguments will be held at the Wizengamot.

John planned to cut Dumbledore's powers that day.

"Even if you are Dumbledore, you still need to pay some price."

His eyes narrowed dangerously, just taking this opportunity to blow Dumbledore's headmaster position.

Even if it can't be pulled down directly, he needs to make huge concessions.

In John's mind, the figure of Dumbledore and the burning fire flashed.

His breathing became short of breath, and when he reacted, things around him suddenly floated up.

"I didn't expect that I couldn't wait so much."

Touching his heart, John said to himself.

...