94 hp Diagon Alley

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Mundungus, who has been fooling around all the time, is like Merlin possessed, and he proposes an excellent plan: "Why not try a double? Just use Polyjuice Potion. Several identical Potters transfer at the same time, the simplest way to cover up, The Death Eaters will never know where he's going."

Mad-Eye looked at Mundungus in disbelief, as if he had never really known him before: "You still have some brains."

"The second difficulty: Harry is not yet of age, which means he still has traces on him," Kingsley said.

"Zosi, Zosi!" Mad-Eye said impatiently, "If Harry, or anyone around, casts a spell to get him out of Privet Drive, Thicknesses and the Ministry will know, then the Death Eater believers will know."

"We can fly," Tonks said. "Is there any transport that doesn't require spells?"

"Broomsticks, Thestrals, and Hagrid's light bike." Hagrid slammed his fist down on the dining table, and everyone's glasses emptied for two seconds.Fred touched the old wooden table of the Weasleys' house distressedly, and took a breath.

"If only my Ford..." Mr. Weasley glanced at Fred and George and sighed.

"I can provide two Thestrals." Hagrid stretched out two thick fingers, "I ride a motorcycle myself."

"The rest use brooms." Moody settled on the mode of transportation. "You-Know-Who's sure to have two Death Eaters patrolling the skies above Little Whinging, so we're going to have to protect a whole dozen houses in the best possible way so they all look like we're going to hide the boy. Like my house."

"And my house," Kingsley said.

"Aunt Muriel's old house is safe too." Mrs. Weasley raised her hand.

"My parents' place." Tonks said anxiously, and knocked over Lupine's teacup with his forward body. Fortunately, he sucked it up with his wand quickly.

"There are still a few places that Dumbledore has arranged before." Moody pinched his fingers and felt that it was enough. "Every Potter must have a protector."

"We can," said Fred and George in unison.

"You can pretend to be Potter." Kingsley lightly rejected their rash proposal.Mrs. Weasley's eyes were fixed on Moody, as if he had made a colossal and unforgivable mistake in allowing them both to attend the meeting.

"No matter which Death Eaters we encounter, their purpose is to capture Potter, not to kill him. Dumbledore always said that You-Know-Who wants to finish Potter himself. The most worrying thing is the bodyguard, the eater. Dead Apostles don't survive bodyguards," said Mad-Eye.Then he looked to several senior members of the Order of the Phoenix, and quickly determined which wizards would be protectors.

"Young wizards pretending to be Harry must be prepared," Lupine said. "At least they can't show their flaws in the first place. That will let the Death Eaters quickly discover the real Harry."

"I'd love to pretend to be him, too," Gwen said. "We know Harry well."

"I'm afraid you can't." Mad-Eye stopped Gwen without hesitation. "You have to stay in Diagon Alley. Ollivander's Wand Shop is another safe house for us. Someone has to fly in the direction of London—from Black's house." The closest foothold—and the one the Death Eaters are most likely to suspect."

"You have to take care of the Portkey to the Burrow." Tonks spoke to Gwen through Fred and George, "Make sure Harry—or fake Harry—can get back to headquarters safely."

Gwen was slightly disappointed and more worried about Fred and George.Compared with flying in the air and being hunted down by Death Eaters, it is too safe to guard the broken cans in the shop.

Mad-Eye gathered several protectors and began to discuss specific routes and tactical arrangements, and drove the young people out of the kitchen.

Worried, Gwen rubbed the goosebumps on the back of her neck and said to the red-haired twins, "Be careful, gentlemen. I feel so bad when I think of you hitting You-Know-Who in the face with a snowball in third grade." Scared."

"Ah——" Fred and George blushed with joy, and it took them a few years to figure out one thing—there was actually a nasty Dark Lord living behind the back of Quirrell's head.

"Thanks for reminding us, Gwen." Fred sighed with his eyes closed.

"This matter deserves to be recalled repeatedly." George smacked his mouth with relish.

fallen warrior

On Saturday night, the warm wind of the summer night in London made people feel stuffy.Gwen opened and closed the shop as usual, and like every day of this summer vacation, she failed to welcome a small customer all day long.

Members of the Order of the Phoenix had sneaked into the wand shop the night before, imposing a thick layer of protection on Diagon Alley - Tonks boasted that "You-Know-Who and Death Eaters cannot enter from any direction for a radius of [-] within yards".

After making sure that every door and window in Ollivander was locked, Gwen sealed up the fireplace in her house, clenched her wand in her right hand, stood the broken can that the twins had used on the bench, took a deep breath, and stood Looking up at the sky from behind the door.

At seven o'clock, Harry's Muggle relatives were supposed to move out, which meant he no longer called Privet Drive "home" from this moment on, and Mrs Potter's spell over that house no longer worked .

At 07:30, the members of the Order of the Phoenix and the young fake Harrys should be ready to transform.Gwen hadn't expected Ron and Hermione to join the team, they were so young after all.But Hermione used her extraordinary intelligence and potion level of being able to brew Polyjuice Potion in the second grade to provide the fake Harrys with high-quality transformation potions and the best recommendation letter for them to join.

Gwynn was supposed to meet Moody and Mundungus at Diagon Alley, and if all went well, they would be flying in from Surrey in less than half an hour.

The only thing that was hard to explain was what Gwen could now see through the grimy window, a little bald wizard slinking towards Knockturn Alley.

Gwen, who was in a hurry, looked at the clock and decided that the large army had not had time to start, so he quickly took out his telescopic ear and called George.

"Merlin's old trousers, George, I saw Mundungus, shouldn't he be with you now—"

"He ran away," George said angrily and contemptuously. "Listen, it's too late, Gwen, don't go out and talk to him, I don't trust him. There are still some plans, you just stay where you are and wait for them." .”

"Ouch," came Fleur's delicate voice, "Bill, don't look at me—I'm so ugly."

"Who's clothes are too big, I have small ones," Moody yelled at the other end, "I have big ones if they are too small. Don't forget the glasses, there are six pairs in the side pocket. When you are dressed Yes, there's luggage in the other pocket."

See they are very busy now.Putting away the retractable ears, Gwen wiped the sweat from her hands and thought.Too bad, before the operation started, there was a mouse-like guy running away.

At 10 minutes to eight o'clock, there was a blast of magic spells in the sky above Diagon Alley.Gwen cast a disillusionment spell on herself, quickly opened the door and stood under the eaves, using the night to cover up her figure, ready to meet Mad-Eye.

As expected by the experienced old Auror, the Death Eaters would definitely choose Potter, who was particularly skilled in riding a broom.From a distance, Gwen saw two figures breaking through the clouds and flying towards her. Several hooded figures hung in the air, forming a huge circle surrounding them.There were screams and blinding green lights everywhere.

Again, as Moody expected, Gwen screamed silently inwardly.Voldemort must have thought that the strongest of the Order of the Phoenix guarded the real Harry.

Merlin was so angry when he saw it, God, Voldemort could fly like smoke without any tools, no broom, no Thestrals, that snake face was shining brightly in the dark, and his pale fingers raised his wand—

A green light shot straight at Mad-Eye's face.

And "Harry", who was half a body faster than him, suddenly turned over and hung upside down on the broom, and then slammed Moody into the air, making him narrowly dodge Voldemort's attack.

The snake-like man chased after him, firing soul-stirring death curses one after another.The old Auror and "Harry", who had escaped once, were no longer lucky. They lost their balance and fell hard from the broom.

There was the high-pitched laughter of the Death Eaters in the air, and Voldemort's terrifying threat: "Take your wand, Potter, and fight me—"

Come down a little bit, just a little bit.Gwen prayed.Just five more meters to touch the barrier of the Order of the Phoenix's spells, and hopefully those spells will hold up to Voldemort.

"Coward - coward - Avada -" Voldemort was face to face with the fallen "Harry", head down.

"He's a fake - they found the real Potter - with the filthy giant," said an ugly voice.

Just as Voldemort was about to quickly kill the fake Harry and turn to look for his real enemy, Moody cast an explosive spell on the Death Eaters and their leaders, causing the ground below to shake. Wen staggered to the ground.The two people in the air took advantage of the aftermath of the explosion to successfully enter the barrier of the Order of the Phoenix. The dark wizards were unable to break through the protective layer for a while, and the few guys who were not seriously injured simply followed their master and rushed in another direction.

Gwen ran to the place where Mad-Eye and "Harry" fell, and quickly caught them with the Cushion Charm.

Moody was covered in blood and burns, and there was nowhere to be found.The fake Harry blocked by him still has a human shape.

“What is the most common dinner at headquarters?