A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 792 Adolescent Rebellion

This was the strangest night Harry had ever experienced.

He first spent ten minutes packing his luggage:

Soiled clothes were packed up; toilet paper was flushed down the toilet to destroy evidence;

There were only several illustrated study materials under the bed, hidden in a compartment of the suitcase.

Harry combed his hair again, sprayed some of his aunt's cheap perfume, and then left home.

As Harry crossed the lawn, he remembered his aunt's attempts to stop the Aurors... and, almost without thinking, he returned to the living room, leaving a note explaining what had happened.

Having accomplished all this, the team of five people and three brooms set off westward.

The twins rode together on a single fire bolt, which Harry immediately recognized as William's.

Only on one end of William's broom will be engraved: William Granger, Hermione Stark.

Those are fire crossbow bolts!

Take his Firebolt, for example. Harry would be heartbroken for ages if he even dropped it, let alone scratched it.

Cedric and Cho, on the other hand, rode on another broom.

It was a streamlined shape that Harry had never seen before, and in terms of lines, it was a completely different kind of beauty from the Firebolt.

The strangest thing is that the broom could start up even faster than a fire arrow.

In high-speed racing, it is in no way inferior.

This is clearly a top-tier flying broom of international standard... and it's the latest product.

But that's not the point. The point is why Cho and Cedric are riding a broom, and not him!

No wonder Cedric told him not to forget to bring fire crossbow bolts as soon as he spoke... so that's what he was waiting for.

The cunning Hufflepuff Badger!

At this moment, Harry had never hated having the Firebolt so much!

Sensing Harry's pleading look, Cedric called out to him:

"Harry, this is the Star Chaser that William bought from Germany."

Wow, that's fast, isn't it?

I'm also planning to buy the exact same one, otherwise Hufflepuff will be at a disadvantage in this year's Quidditch tournament.

He then hugged Qiu's waist and said, "Harry, if you get cold, just say so. I have some warm clothes and warm badges here."

As he spoke, Cedric leaned forward slightly, as if he were a little cold.

Ah!

Harry roared inwardly; he wasn't cold in his body, but in his heart!

He really wanted to jump over and die with Cedric, rather than watch him embrace his goddess!

The five of them didn't fly too far, just away from the town where Harry was.

Floating high in the air, Cedric pulled a small cup from his pocket.

"Grab it, the door key will start in five minutes."

Harry asked, puzzled, "Where are we going?"

"It's the address you just saw, the Black House," Qiu explained loudly.

"Then this..."

"This is a door key made by William, which wasn't registered with the Ministry of Magic. It can prevent others from following us and exposing the Order of the Phoenix headquarters," Fred said.

First, they used a flying broom to fly high into the sky, then used an illegal door key... If they could still be tracked down, then it can only be said that the Phoenix Order's lair deserved to be destroyed.

Harry wanted to ask something more, but before he could speak, he felt something pull him backward, and he couldn't see anything in front of him.

It's a familiar feeling.

He used this mode of transportation when he went to the Quidditch World Cup last year.

Snapped!

Harry crashed heavily onto the carpet, the firebolt beneath him causing him excruciating pain.

The twins and Cedric seemed experienced, landing smoothly.

Qiu almost fell, but Cedric had sharp eyes; how could he let go of such a good opportunity to perform?

A blue butterfly glided through the clouds, and he helped Qiu up.

George saw this and hugged Fred, and the two of them put on a great show.

"Oh no, George, I'm going to fall."

"Don't worry, I'm here. I will protect you for the rest of my life, Fred."

Cedric and Cho were both disgusted and immediately separated.

A pair of hands helped Harry up, and he recognized the pair as Mrs. Weasley.

"Oh, Harry, it's so good to see you!"

Harry was pulled into an embrace, and he felt as if his ribs were about to break.

Mrs. Weasley quickly pushed him away and examined him closely:

"You look thinner and need to eat more, but I'm afraid you'll have to wait a while before you can have dinner."

I need to go to a meeting; it's been going on for a while now.

"Oh no, has it already started? We're late!" Fred said anxiously.

"But that's alright, the best is all in the end, the beginning is just a long report." George was quite experienced.

Mrs. Weasley glared at the two of them: "If I catch you eavesdropping on the meeting again, I'll rip your ears off!"

"Mom, that's a threat," George said, displeased.

Fred chimed in, "It's domestic violence!"

Mrs. Weasley ignored the two men and walked straight into the house.

Harry wanted to go with them, but Ron stopped him.

"No, Harry, only members of the Order of the Phoenix are allowed to attend the meeting. You can't go."

Harry looked at his best friend, and although he was initially delighted, his expression suddenly turned cold.

Every single thought Harry had over the past month was now flooding back at him:

The anxiety of not receiving news; the resentment of being left out; the anger of being followed.

He desperately needed to vent his anger, so he yelled at Ron, "What on earth happened that you left me all alone on Privet Drive all summer!"

They won't let me know any news!

"I'd like to answer you too, buddy," Ron said innocently, shrugging. "But Dumbledore made us swear an oath not to tell you anything."

"Why couldn't you tell me?" Harry said angrily. "I was stuck on Privet Drive for four whole weeks, scavenging newspapers from dumpsters just to find out what was going on..."

Harry began to complain about Dumbledore and was annoyed that Ron and the others hadn't written to him to tell him the truth.

"Alright, Harry, stop talking about the headmaster like that," Cho said. "Dumbledore must have his reasons for doing this."

Even if you know a lot of things, what help can you possibly offer?

"Of course I can..." Harry argued.

Qiu said directly:

"Dumbledore lost his position at Wizengamot, the British representative of the International Federation, and his position as president within a month."

Fudge is also prepared to revoke his Order of Merlin.

Newspapers controlled by the Ministry of Magic were also writing articles to slander him.

This is only what happened in Britain; Vienna was attacked, Grindelwald escaped from prison…”

Qiu sighed softly, "There are too many things to deal with. Even if you knew all of these things, how many could you solve?"

Could he, like William, help Dumbledore regain his position as president; or could he handle these thorny issues for Dumbledore?

Harry opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but was unable to refute.

Actually, Qiu wanted to say:

Harry's problem is this—arrogance. He always thinks the world revolves around him.

But that's not the case; not everything requires him to solve it.

No one else has the responsibility or obligation to report all the problems to him.

He wasn't the leader of the Order of the Phoenix, nor the Minister of Magic; he was just an ordinary little wizard!

His outburst of temper, besides hurting his friends, did nothing to resolve the issue.

"Yeah, Harry, we're still just students," Ron said softly. "Don't overthink it."

"But I want to know Voldemort!" Harry cried. "What is he doing? Where is he? What can we do to stop him?!"

Cedric smoothed things over by saying:

"Harry, we don't know either. The Order of the Phoenix doesn't allow us to attend meetings, but I have a guess."

He said calmly:

"It's nothing more than recruiting giants, werewolves, vampires... in short, his former servants are all targets for his redevelopment."

The Order of the Phoenix responded accordingly.

"Yes," Fred added, "they're still recruiting more people to join the Order of the Phoenix."

"Have you joined yet?" Harry asked eagerly.

"Of course we didn't. Minors and students can't join... William was the only student who joined," Cedric said.

Harry then asked, "Mrs. Weasley said she's in a meeting..."

"They're discussing the trial..." George retracted his retractable earpiece.

"It's not going to be about my trial, is it?" Harry scoffed.

They exchanged glances, their expressions strange.

Qiu shook his head:

"This is really not your judgment. Using magic in front of Muggles is nothing."

They were discussing Hermione's problem.

She is accused of assaulting Ministry of Magic officials and Aurors… If convicted, she could face life imprisonment in Azkaban.

Harry: "..."

Cho walked over, patted Harry on the shoulder, and said softly:

"So be more mature and rein in your teenage temper."

You say you have it tough… Dumbledore, the wizard of the Order of the Phoenix fighting against the mysterious man, William and Hermione shuttling between Vienna and Switzerland… they have it really tough.”

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