Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 388: Leave early

"The mysterious person doesn't care if you are a serious person, I just remind you first." Professor McGonagall raised his eyebrows, and then said flatly.

"Don't you have magic, you can deal with that mysterious man!" Uncle Vernon roared, whoever thinks he is suddenly targeted by terrorists, especially terrorists who know magic, it is estimated that it is him. It looks even more exaggerated.

"I'm sorry, the other side is also magical, and stronger than us." Professor McGonagall said calmly, but his tone was a little helpless

"Where is the old white-bearded man who was here before?"

"He's dead." Professor McGonagall said without evasiveness, but with a vaguely sad tone.

"Ha..." Vernon still had an impression of the old man's sharp gaze hidden under the lens, and now he felt more breathless.

"Then what should we do?"

"The magic set by Dumbledore can last until next year. Before then, this is the safest place. If the mysterious man is still not defeated at that time, you may have to move."

The man was trembling with his fingers trying to point at Professor McGonagall to say something, but felt a bit impolite because the woman opposite was not easy to deal with.

"Do you know how difficult it is to find a house?" He sat back in his seat, muttering, and complaining.

"It seems we have reached a consensus."

"Let's go, Harry."

"But my luggage, and..."

"You have about five minutes to prepare." Professor McGonagall said casually, looking at the old-fashioned quartz wall clock hanging in the center of the living room.

"Goodbye." Professor McGonagall said.

"Goodbye." Harry followed Professor McGonagall and beckoned to his relatives.

The two walked on one side of Privum Road. In the evening, a row of illuminated street lights was already on, extending to the other end of the street. The yellowish lights spread all over the streets, and a kind of A touch of warmth.

The shadows of the two are long and short, as if they are constantly rushing from one moon to another.

"What is our destination now? Professor McGonagall?"

"Go to Diagon Alley first, buy the textbooks, and you don’t need to prepare again when the school starts."

"Why in advance?"

"When school is about to start, the mysterious person will look at you." As if he knew what Harry wanted to ask, Professor McGonagall explained.

"But, the nearest Floo network is over there..." Harry pointed in the opposite direction of their itinerary.

"We don't need Floo Net, take a look, it's here now."

A bright purple bus stopped in front of them—the knight bus.

As a means of transportation, it's still safe at the moment

The most dangerous time has not yet been reached.

"Two people, two tickets...OK, do you need toothbrushes?"

"No," Professor McGonagall responded politely, and Harry nodded.

It didn't take long for them to come to Diagon Alley, which is now empty, with few people walking on the street. .

Some sensitive residents have heard the wind and noticed the abnormal atmosphere

And it was not close to the beginning of school.

The shop window originally displayed spell books, potion ingredients, and cauldrons. The colorful ones are now invisible, but are covered by a large notice posted by the Ministry of Magic.

The announcement is in purple color and looks very daunting. There are various kinds of people who can't see their faces and their whole bodies are hidden in the cloak. The text below says that they are vampires and have attacked several innocent hemp. Melon and wizard.

Werewolves also accounted for some proportion. They grinned grimly, showing their sharp teeth.

There are giants, but they didn’t hurt people, they just destroyed some buildings

Several windows were nailed down with boards, including Florin Fosco's ice cream shop. On the other hand, many tattered small stalls suddenly appeared on both sides of the street. The closest stall to them was set up under a stained striped canopy outside Lihen Bookstore, with a cardboard sign nailed to the front of the stall:

Amulet: Effectively defend against werewolves, dementors and corpses

The door of Lihen Bookstore did not open, only a small movable door was opened in the lower right corner, which is the case with most shops on this street now.

Professor McGonagall and Harry crouched in.

I bought the book first, so I won’t have to come again later.

"It's Weasley's. You will spend the second half of the holiday happily."

"Plus It" dropped a brand new "Advanced Potions Making" into it.

"Although the grades have not yet come down, I think I should not be able to take the potions class." Harry said helplessly.

"Don't give up hope." Professor McGonagall ignored Harry's answer.

"Take it, it will be useful in the future, and there will be surprises."

"But before that, there are two people you want to meet."

Went out of Lihen Bookstore and came to a store along the road. .

A signboard with quite bright tones is hung. A little boy drawn with cartoon stick figures is making a grimace. On his face is written in gradual red handwriting: "Weasley Magic Joke Shop."

"We are one of the few, who dare to open a shop this day." George and Fred said happily.

Weasley joke shop?

Harry thought he had guessed something, "This is the shop you opened?"

"We graduated." Fred sighed.

"Yeah, I finally stepped into the society." George echoed with serious thoughts.

"Look at our merchandise?" The two brothers warmly invited Harry, and they wanted to reach out and drag him into the store.

"It's time to go, we have limited time." Professor McGonagall shook her head, and she still stayed away from these mischievous props.

"Now we should go to Weasley's house. That is where you should live next."

"Your transcript will also be sent there."

After giving Harry some precautions, Professor McGonagall took Harry into the shadow of no one in the corner of the alley.

"Hold my hand, I remember you haven't passed the Apparition Test." Professor McGonagall said.

After a short sense of distortion, in the blink of an eye, Harry felt that his body had become illusory and unreal. The whole person seemed to be floating in the air, and the horizon before him gradually became distorted and clear again.

His feet returned to the ground, and Harry felt the real feeling. He held his glasses and showed him a slightly Tudor-style building with pigsty beside it, from the floor to the ceiling to the stairs. Everything is a bit skewed, and nothing is perfect.

"Okay, I still have some work to do." Professor McGonagall took Harry to the door of the bad game and didn't go in.

"I will leave it to you next, Molly."

"Okay, he will definitely gain a few pounds with me." Mrs. Weasley hugged Harry in surprise, and said quickly, after a while, let him go.

"Long time no see, Harry!" Ron gave him a hug.

Mind, after he took a closer look, he immediately became at a loss because he saw many acquaintances around the table.

Sirius, Ginny, an unfamiliar woman with pink hair, Lu Ping, etc...

They were sitting crowded around a wooden table that was a little low, with some oily and scratched legs and tabletops. These were the remaining members of the Order of the Phoenix.

After a brief greeting, he also introduced Harry to members he was not familiar with.

"This is Nifadora Tonks."

"Just call me Tonks, I remember we met on the express train, Harry."

When Lupin turned to let Ron, his arm accidentally touched him and knocked over the teacup. The light red tea spread along the texture of the wooden table.

"What if..." Sirius looked at him, sighing halfway through, and he couldn't make his voice.

There are confidential matters in the contract he signed with his nephew.

He wanted to say that if his ancestral home had not been transferred, it would be fine, but every time it stopped abruptly.

Actually, the Burrow is also good. In addition to being a bit crowded, it also makes people feel like it.

"Where is Mr. Moody?" Harry looked around and suddenly realized that he was missing.

"He was besieged by dozens of werewolves in the Witham Forest." The smile on Lupin's face narrowed, and he said in a low tone,

"His..." Harry took a breath.

"It’s okay. In the end, his wooden prosthetic leg was bitten, and he won’t turn into a werewolf. Most of the werewolves have turned into barbecues and ashes~IndoMTL.com~ But now he is injured in St. Mungo’s magic. He is recuperating in the hospital, and the doctor has to take time to get him a new leg."

"I guess your Defense Against the Dark Arts class has to be replaced again." Lupin shrugged.

"Should we go see him?"

"He said no need."

"What about Hermione?"

"I don't know, there may be something else."

"Don't keep asking, let Harry take a break." Mrs. Weasley brought a few more cups of hot tea. "It's been a long time since it's been so noisy." There was a smile on her face. .

"Are George and Fred not quarreling enough?" Ron said angrily.

"That's different." Mrs. Weasley looked at the scene in front of her and nodded with satisfaction. She enjoyed the moment of being together as a family.