Summer vacation has begun as scheduled.

John was on the train home, sitting next to Hermione.

They were talking about things in the Muggle world.

"move place?"

Hearing John's words, Hermione asked in surprise.

"Hmm, this is the result of my discussion with my parents a few days ago."

"After all, the Death Eaters know my home address. Recently, those Death Eaters have been burning, killing, and looting everywhere. That place is not safe, so I plan to move to another place."

John nodded and took out a map of London.

"Here it is, number 5 Grimmauld Place."

"Grimmauld Place?"

Hermione was taken aback when she heard John's address.

"Yes, it's right next to the Order of the Phoenix, and not far from my old home."

John made a peace sign and smiled.

"I found the landlord there through a real estate agent and rented it from him for a year. I could move in right away with just my bags."

"Living over there is much safer than living near King's Cross Station."

"I'll invite Professor Sirius Lupin and his colleagues over another day."

After hearing John's words, Hermione understood John's thoughts.

The intention is to openly use the Order of the Phoenix as bodyguards. If a dark wizard were to cause trouble nearby, the Order of the Phoenix's warning spell would be faster than any Muggle alarm system.

Then, no matter who this family is, the Order of the Phoenix will definitely rush over to their aid immediately.

"What do you mean by inviting them over? You just want them to watch your house for free, don't you?"

Hermione bluntly and ruthlessly exposed John's little scheme.

"Look at what you're saying! What do you mean by 'helping to watch the house'? This is called neighborly assistance!"

John said with a look of indignation.

"But John, have you ever considered that the place Voldemort most wants to blow up is the Order of the Phoenix?"

"Your uncle and aunt have been settled there, but they might also be affected."

John had, of course, considered this.

However, the Order of the Phoenix is ​​protected by the Faithful Charm that Dumbledore placed for the Secret Service, and Voldemort can only find this place if Dumbledore is dead.

Otherwise, the Order of the Phoenix would never have been discovered.

Even if we assume the worst, that the Order of the Phoenix is ​​indeed being targeted.

The number he chose, 5 Grimmauld Place, was six buildings away from number 12, and there was also a street between them.

Even if Voldemort were to actually come to the Order of the Phoenix to start a war, his parents, who were far away on the 5th, would still have plenty of time to evacuate.

As for why not simply learn from the Order of the Phoenix and use the Loyalty Spell to protect your home...

Because their parents are Muggles, they still need to participate in Muggle society.

We can't let the neighbors see our parents appear out of nowhere every day, can we?

"Don't worry, it's definitely safer to live there than near the old train station."

"They've moved over there now. How about we come over during the summer and then go to the Order of the Phoenix together?"

John suggested, and Hermione agreed without objection.

When John's parents were attacked last time, she wrote them a letter saying she was waiting to visit them during her vacation.

Hermione seems to care more about his parents than John does...

"Is the house over there by the station vacant now?" Hermione suddenly asked again.

"Hmm, let's move back after Voldemort is dealt with."

"I see..."

Hermione's tone was hesitant, as if she was considering something.

"What's wrong?" John asked curiously.

"N-nothing...it's nothing." Hermione waved her hand dismissively, pretending nothing was wrong when suddenly asked.

"?"

John stared at her in confusion, without saying a word.

Hermione turned her face away to look out the car window.

stare--

John shoved his face right up to Hermione's, staring intently at her.

Hermione blushed deeply under his gaze.

"Get away from me..." Hermione said, blushing as she pushed John away.

But John persisted, moving closer to stare at her.

Finally, Hermione couldn't take it anymore and spoke up.

"I just thought... that place is empty anyway... and we're not afraid of Death Eaters... we... could go and stay there..."

"ha?!"

John was taken aback by these words.

"You mean...we should live together...?"

John asked tentatively.

"...I mean...separate, separate rooms! Separate rooms!!"

Hermione blushed at John's blunt words and emphasized loudly.

"Hiss..." After receiving Hermione's confirmation, John gasped, then his hands wandered and wrapped around Hermione's waist.

"Miss Granger, you're playing with fire..."

Hermione's brain was already on fire, and John's teasing only made her more unbearable.

"Go to hell!!"

He slammed his elbow into John's ribs, and John cried out as he was sent flying, clutching his stomach and curling up like a shrimp.

"Cough cough... You're going all out..."

"...Serves you right!" Hermione snorted and turned her head away, ignoring John.

......

Because of Voldemort, the Ministry of Magic now has to do more than just hunt down Death Eaters and maintain social order.

They would also send Auror squads to be stationed at Hogwarts and, during holidays, escort students to and from Hogwarts and the Muggle world.

Once they arrive in the Muggle world, they will be responsible for following Harry and his friends to ensure their safety.

Basically, it provides full-body protection.

Harry seemed quite annoyed by this, because he had people following him everywhere he went.

John's demonstrated strength was so overwhelming that they felt there was no need to send anyone to cause him trouble, so they didn't send anyone.

After learning about this, John was filled with regret. He should have pretended to be candy to trick a bodyguard.

But that doesn't make sense either; if he tries to act all sweet, people probably won't even bother with him...

Then, because of this incident, John and Harry's fame reached its peak.

As they disembarked from the train, people around them cast glances of awe, curiosity, or avoidance.

John didn't react in any particular way, he just glanced at the crowd.

After nodding to his brothers from afar, he pulled Hermione away from the station.

Their luggage was all in a seamless stretch bag, so they didn't need to drag any luggage at all.

"Mom and Dad, Uncle and Aunt, we're back."

This time when they went home, all four parents came to pick them up.

Seeing the two children come out hand in hand, they smiled at each other and then came to greet them.

Welcome back, children.

They hugged each other briefly, then got into a car and drove towards Place Grimoire.

They planned to have a small gathering at their new home today, and they also invited Hermione's family to join them for dinner.

To be honest, it felt quite surreal when John looked at the Order of the Phoenix in the distance and then walked into his new home.

The place John rented was not a single building like the Order of the Phoenix.

Instead, it was renovated into an apartment building with one unit per floor. John rented the third floor, which was a bit smaller than his original home, but it was enough.

"To be honest, before I went in, I was quite worried that the interior would be as dark and gloomy as the Order of the Phoenix..."

Hermione looked at the bright and airy layout of the new home, the light oak floors, and the cream-white walls, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Please, that's the Black family's decor, not the uniform decor of Grimmauld Place."

John said silently from the side.

John chose a layout with a large living room and kitchen, while the bedrooms and guest rooms were smaller, but had excellent natural light.

The advantage is that it looks spacious and airy, but the disadvantage is that it can't accommodate too many people.

There are only three rooms, if Hermione's family comes to visit and stay overnight.

John had no choice but to make do with sharing a night with Hermione.

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