HP Approaches the Magic World

"How about it?"

Standing in front of the window of the villa, Jon and Joanne looked at the family leaving opposite and suddenly asked Joanne.

"How about what?"

"I mean, are there any inspirations?"

"No."

Joanne just shook her head.

Judging from the current situation during this period, her writing has reached a bottleneck period. Even if a large amount of content is submitted, Hogwarts' strict surveillance network is almost giving her the most complete record, but she

I still haven’t written the ending of Part 6.

Dumbledore's death is indeed not something easy to write about, and Jon understands this very well.

"But we don't have enough time. We need to complete the analysis and application as soon as possible. I also need to rely on your book to open up the world market!"

Only by paving the way with this kind of thing can Jon have enough confidence and means.

In this world, the vast majority of ordinary people are like Mr. Ye who loves dragons. They often hesitate to move forward in front of what they yearn for, and it is impossible for the Magic Network to forcefully transform them - the casualty rate is too high, so some losses outweigh the gains.

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So in the end, the core method must be focused on this book. Anyway, according to his memory, this book will definitely become popular.

It's just that Jon felt that he couldn't be anxious about the fact that he couldn't write it down.

"We still have enough time to write, at least we can release the first few books first."

Jon tilted his head and said: "But there is one more thing. I have opened up part of the magic network to you, and those people's perspectives will be fed back to you. I asked that company to get you a large magic projector.

You'll be there soon, take a closer look, maybe it'll be better."

"That's fine."

Joanne knew how important this matter was, so she wanted to do her best to do it, otherwise she would have been transformed into a wizard, and she would still have to deal with these things so laboriously.

While the discussion was going on here, Harry had already run back to his bedroom upstairs and rushed to the window. He happened to see the Dursleys' car turning around the driveway and onto the road. Dedalus' top hat was sitting on the back seat.

Between Aunt Petunia and Dudley.

The car turned right at the end of Privet Drive. The car windows shone a fiery red light under the slanting sun, and then disappeared.

Harry picked up Hedwig's cage, picked up his Firebolt and backpack, took one last look at the unusually tidy bedroom, and then walked crookedly downstairs to the living room, placing the birdcage, broom and backpack on the stairs.

Beside the feet.

The light quickly dimmed, and the living room looked heavily shadowed in the twilight.

There was silence everywhere. Harry stood here, knowing that he was leaving this house forever. It felt really strange.

A long time ago, the Dursleys left him alone at home when the Dursleys went out to have fun. Those few hours alone were a rare treat: grabbing something delicious from the refrigerator, rushing upstairs, and playing

Play on Dudley's computer, or turn on the TV and choose the channel you want.

Thinking of those times, he felt an inexplicable melancholy in his heart, as if he was thinking of a lost little brother.

"Don't you want to see this place one last time?"

he asked Hedwig.

The owl still hid its head under its wings and sulked.

"We'll never be here again, don't you want to reminisce about all those happy times?

I mean, look at this doormat at the door and think about the past... After I rescued Dudley from the dementors, he vomited on this doormat... I didn't expect that he still knows how to be grateful, do you believe it?

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And last summer, Dumbledore walked through that front door..."

Harry's train of thought was interrupted. Hedwig did not help him find it, but still hid her head under her wings.

"Down here, Hedwig -" Harry opened a door under the stairs: "That's where I used to sleep!

You didn't know me at that time - my God, I was so young, I don't even remember..."

Harry looked at the piles of shoes and umbrellas, and recalled that when he woke up every morning and looked up at the bottom of the stairs, there would always be one or two spiders hanging there.

In those days, he still knew nothing about his true identity, he had not yet figured out how his parents died, and he did not understand why those strange things often happened around him.

Harry still remembered the dreams that had haunted him back then: chaotic dreams, flashing green lights, and once - when Harry talked about this dream, Uncle Vernon almost crashed a car - he actually dreamed of a car that would

Flying light motorcycle...

Suddenly, a deafening roar came from somewhere nearby.

Harry stood up suddenly, and his head hit the low door frame with a loud bang.

He paused, cursed a few words with Uncle Vernon's favorite curse words, then stumbled back to the kitchen, covering his head with his hands, and looked out the window at the back garden.

The darkness seemed to ripple, the air itself trembled.

Then, as the phantom spell expired, individual figures began to appear.

The most eye-catching one is Hagrid, who is wearing a helmet and goggles and riding a huge light motorcycle with a black sidecar.

Around him, others were getting off their broomsticks, and two were getting off the scrawny, winged black horse.

Harry opened the back door and jumped between them.

There were greetings everywhere, Hermione opened her arms and hugged him, Ron patted his back, and Hagrid also said: "How are you, Harry? Are you ready to leave?"

"Of course," Harry said, looking at everyone with a smile: "I didn't expect so many of you to come!"

"Plans changed."

Mad Eye said in a rough voice. He was carrying two huge bulging bags, and his magic eye was scanning the darkening sky, houses and gardens at a dizzying speed: "Let's take cover first."

Get up and tell you more."

Harry led them all into the kitchen, where everyone was laughing and chatting happily, sitting on chairs, sitting on Aunt Petunia's polished kitchen worktop, or leaning on her spotless utensils.

Ron, thin and tall;

Hermione, with her thick hair braided into a long braid on the back of her head;

Fred and George, grinning identically;

Bill, with his scarred face and long hair;

Mr. Weasley, kind-faced, bald, wearing glasses a little crooked;

Mad-Eye, a battle-hardened man with only one leg, his bright blue magic eye whizzing around in his eye socket;

Tonks, who has short hair in her favorite bold shade of pink;

Lupine, more gaunt and thin;

Hibiscus, beautiful and slender, with long silver-white hair;

Kingsley, bald, broad-shouldered, dark-skinned;

Hagrid, with his unkempt hair and beard, stood hunched over, afraid of hitting his head on the ceiling;

Mundungus Fletcher was a little man, scruffy and wretched-looking, with droopy eyelids like a spaniel's, and his hair was tangled and unkempt.

But this scene made Harry very excited and happy;

He really liked these people, even Mundungus,

You know, the last time they met, Harry wanted to strangle him to death.

"Kingsley, aren't you taking care of the Muggle Prime Minister?"

"He can handle a night without me," Kingsley said, "You are more important."

"Harry, guess what?"

Tonks sat on the washing machine, waving her left hand towards Harry: a ring was shining.

"Are you married?"

"I'm sorry you couldn't attend, Harry, we didn't make much publicity."

"Awesome, congratulations-"

"Okay, okay, let's have a nice chat later when we have time!"

Moody shouted in the commotion, and the kitchen suddenly became quiet. Moody threw his pocket at his feet and turned to Harry: "Dedalo has probably told you that we have to abandon the first plan, Pierce."

Thicknesse went to war and caused us a lot of trouble.

He classifies many actions as criminal and punishable by jail time, such as connecting the house to the Floo network, leaving a portkey here, or apparating in and out.

He also said that he did this to protect you and prevent the mysterious person from catching you.

This is pure nonsense, your mother's spell has already done that.

What he's doing is actually preventing you from getting out of here safely.

The second difficulty: you are not an adult yet, which means you still have traces on you."

"I don't--"

"Zongsi, Zongsi!"

Mad Eye said impatiently: "A spell that detects magical activities by wizards under the age of seventeen. The Ministry of Magic uses it to discover that minors are using magic!

If you, or anyone around you, says a spell to get you out of here, Thicknesses will know it, and so will the Death Eaters."

"We can't wait for the traces to disappear, because once you turn seventeen, you will lose all the protection your mother gave you.

Simply put: Piers Thicknesse thinks you've reached the end of your rope."

Harry couldn't help but agree with this stranger Thicknesse.

"Then what do we do?"

"We can only use these types of vehicles: flying broomsticks, Thestrals and Hagrid's light motorcycles. They are the only ones that Tracer cannot detect because they do not require spells."

Harry saw the flaw in the plan, but he held back and gave Mad-Eye a chance to deal with it.

"Your mother's spell will be broken under two conditions: you become an adult, or -"

Moody pointed to the spotless kitchen: "——You no longer call this place home.

Tonight, you and your aunt and uncle parted ways, knowing that you would never live together again, right?"

Harry nodded.

"So, once you leave this time, you will never come back, and the spell will be broken when you step out of its range.

We chose to break it early because the mysterious man is likely to come and catch you when you turn seventeen."

"We have an advantage, that is, the mysterious man doesn't know that we are coming to transfer you tonight.

We revealed false information to the Ministry of Magic: they thought you would not leave until the 30th.

However, our opponent is a mysterious man, and it is not enough to just expect him to get the date wrong;

He would definitely have two Death Eaters patrolling the area just in case.

So, we took the best possible protection measures on a whole dozen houses.

They all look like places we're going to hide you, and they all have some connection to the Order: my house, the Kingsleys, Molly's Aunt Muriel's - you get the idea?"

"clear."

Harry wasn't entirely telling the truth, but he still saw a big flaw in the plan.

"You go to Tonks' parents' house. Once you enter the range of the protective spell we set on the house, you can use a portkey to transfer to the Burrow. Is there any problem?"

"Uh - yes, maybe they didn't know which of the twelve safe houses I was going to at first, but -"

He quickly counted the number of people: "——The fourteen of us flew to Tonks' parents' house. Isn't it immediately clear?"

"Ah, I forgot to mention the key point.

Not all fourteen of us flew to Tonks' parents' house.

There will be seven Harry Potters flying tonight, each accompanied by someone, each group flying to a different safe house."

Moody took out a bottle of something muddy from his cloak.

Harry immediately understood the entire plan without him having to say another word.

"No!" he shouted, his voice echoing in the kitchen: "No!"

"I told you he would react this way."

"If you think I'm going to risk the lives of six people—"

"——This is the first time for us."

"This is different, pretending to be me -"

"Well, actually we don't like any of us, Harry."

Fred said seriously: "Imagine, if something goes wrong, we can't change back. We will always be freckle-faced, skinny little idiots."

"If I don't cooperate, you won't be able to do it. You need me to contribute a few hairs."

"Yes, if this happens, the whole plan will be ruined."

George said: "If you don't cooperate, there's obviously no way we can get any of your hair."

"That's right, thirteen against one, and that one can't use magic yet. We really have no hope."

"Absurd," said Harry, "it's so ridiculous."

"If force needs to be used, then so be it,"

Moody shouted, staring at Harry, his magic eyes trembling slightly in his eye sockets:

"Everyone here is of legal age, Potter, and they are prepared to take the risk."

Mundungus shrugged his shoulders and made a face.

Moody's evil eye swung around and glared at him from the side of his head.

"Stop arguing, time is limited. I need a few hairs from you, kid, hurry up."

"But this is too ridiculous, there is no need -"

"no need?!"

Moody shouted sternly: "There is a mysterious man outside, and half of the Ministry of Magic is on his side.

Potter, if we are lucky, he will believe that false information and plan to ambush you on the 30th, but he will definitely arrange one or two Death Eaters to monitor you, unless his brain is broken, which would be the same for me.

Do.

With your mother's spell, they probably can't do anything to you or the house yet, but the spell will soon wear off, and they know the approximate location of the house.

Our only chance is to use a substitute. Not even the mysterious man can split himself into seven parts."

Harry climbed into the sidecar and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

As a result, he was several heads shorter than others: Ron couldn't help laughing when he saw Harry sitting in a bumper car like a child.

Harry stuffed his backpack and broom at his feet, and held Hedwig's cage between his knees. It was really uncomfortable.

"Arthur made some tinkering."

Hagrid didn't seem to notice Harry's discomfort and just said.

He got on the motorcycle, which made a creaking sound and sank a few inches into the ground.

"Now it has several mechanisms on the handle. This thing was my idea."

He tapped a purple button next to the odometer with his thick finger.

"Be careful, Hagrid," said Mr. Weasley, standing beside them clutching his broom, "I'm still not sure if this is a wise choice and should only be used as a last resort."

"Okay, okay, everyone, get ready. I ask everyone to leave at the same time, otherwise the entire diversionary tactic will fail."

Everyone gets on the broom.

"Hold tight, Ron."

Tonks said that Harry saw Ron glance at Lupin guiltily and then put his arms around Tonks' waist.

Hagrid kicked the motorcycle and started it.

The car roared like a fire dragon, and the sidecar shook as well.

"Good luck to everyone!"

Moody shouted:

"Meet you at the Burrow in about an hour. I'll count to three.

one……

two……

three!"

The motorcycle made an earth-shattering roar, and Harry felt the sidecar tilt dangerously to one side.

He flew through the night sky quickly, his eyes watered slightly, and his hair was blown back.

Around him, broomsticks also rose into the air, and the long black tail of a Thestral swished past.

They flew higher and higher in the sky——

The cold wind is howling, which is not a comfortable feeling.

Below them, in the villa, Jon was debugging the machine for Joanne. When Joanne saw Hedwig falling, she couldn't help but let out a scream.