Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 280: Reunited with the Order of the Phoenix

At the dining table in the living room, there is a sharp contrast between Maca, who is calmly drinking tea, and Petunia, who is trembling with breath.

Vernon, Dudley, and Harry looked at both of them suspiciously, not knowing what they were talking about.

Actually, after Petunia screamed to stop, Maca did not go on. He did it just to give Harry, the aunt, a small warning.

To this day, even if the bad things of Chen Guzi's rotten sesame seeds are said, it actually doesn't make much sense.

In other words, unless Petunia is willing to take the initiative to speak out some past events, the prosthetic hand will not be able to reflect its true value.

"Harry, go and pack your luggage. It's time to leave in a while."

Harry was stunned for a moment, seeing that no one came to stop him, but instead felt a little uncomfortable. After a little nod, he turned and ran to the second floor.

No one spoke again for the rest of the time. In this moment of silence, Maca slowly drank the black tea, and then put the empty teacup back into the saucer.

At the same time, Harry just happened to drag down the large suitcase.

"Thank you for your hospitality, ma'am..." Maca stood up and said politely, "Then, let's be rude first."

He nodded slightly to the Dursleys, then turned back and walked towards the gate, and Harry and Lenny hurriedly followed.

But when Maca walked to the door, he seemed to be thinking of something and paused slightly.

"Harry, not with your uncle and aunt...Well, is there any other cousin?"

"No need!"

Harry turned his head subconsciously, but before he could say anything, Vernon in the living room had already called out loudly.

It was his aunt Petunia that didn't say anything, she just stared into Harry's eyes blankly, with an inexplicable daze on her face.

"Look! I don't think so." Harry took a deep breath and replied dullly.

Maca shrugged and whispered softly: "This is your decision... I just want to remind you that these few people in front of you are your only surviving relatives in this world."

After that, he stopped paying attention to what Harry thought, and dragged Lenny, who wanted to watch the excitement, and walked out of Dursley's house quickly.

This time, Maca’s words rarely contained any deep meaning, he was just stating an objective fact in a plain tone.

As for how to choose, that's Harry's own business. No matter how close someone else is, they can't, or they don't have the right to make any choice for him.

It didn't take long for Harry to walk out, dragging his suitcase, and close the door of Dursley's house.

On the street outside, Lena was standing quietly next to an old-fashioned bicycle, holding a big paper bag full of fruits and vegetables in her arms.

"It's pretty fast! What are you eating tonight?" Maca asked with interest.

"Maca!"

Lena was about to answer, but was interrupted by Harry.

"The dementors in the living room..."

Of course Maca knew what Harry wanted to ask, he waved his hand and said: "The magical power of the dead dementor will continue to dissipate, and if it is not handled in time, it will quickly disappear completely."

Seeing Maca speaking while taking out a heavy magic book, Harry quickly asked the second question that he most wanted to know the answer to.

"What happened recently? Why do dementors appear one after another?" He hesitated, "Is it... Voldemort?"

Maca tossed the magic book forward, hovering it at his feet, and then nodded casually.

"Who else could it be besides him?" He said, raising his leg and standing on the magic book, then urged again, "Don't ask, take out your broom, wait a while. You can ask wherever you want."

"'Here'?" Harry asked anxiously, "Where are we going? The Burrow?"

"No, it's not there...it's not safe there." Maca watched Harry step on the broom, then stretched out his wand and nodded on his head. "Follow me, Harry."

Just when the tip of the Maca’s wand touched Harry’s head, he suddenly felt a gentle coolness that drenched him from head to toe.

Harry looked down at his body. Now it looked like it didn't belong to him at all. It was not invisible, but the color and texture became consistent with the surrounding environment.

Maca cast a phantom body curse on several people. The curse seems to have a strong effect. Only at a very close distance can you vaguely see a slightly distorted outline.

"Let's go! Remember, follow up..." He reiterated, "I remember you flew very well, didn't you?"

To be honest, flying around on a broomstick in the Muggle world is really new. But Harry didn't have time to enjoy flying.

It is hard for him to imagine how Maca flew up on a magic book, and the speed was amazing. Maca's phantom spell is even more powerful, and Harry flies so hard not to lose it.

Fortunately, the speed is faster, the time will be shortened, and soon Maca beckons Harry to dive down.

……

The facades of the houses in Grimmauld Place are still gloomy, maintaining the appearance of being rejected thousands of miles away.

The windows of some houses were broken, and they were shining bleakly under the light of the street lamps that had just been turned on. The paint on many doors was peeling off, and the front steps of a few households were filled with rubbish.

Several people stood in front of the courtyards of two equally dilapidated houses. Harry looked at the rusty iron fences suspiciously and glanced at Maca blankly.

"Remember to keep the address in your mind for a while, so as not to find the door when you come by yourself next time."

Maca said, stretched out his magic wand and waved it, and the house in front of him immediately gave a rumbling vibration and moved it to both sides. Before long, a dilapidated house with the same old appearance seemed to have recovered from a squeezed state, appearing out of thin air between the previous two houses.

"Let's go!" He called to Harry who was in a daze, then lifted his leg and walked forward.

At this time, the sisters Laini and Lena had already taken a step forward, pushing the mottled door open.

Following into the hall, Harry opened his mouth wide in surprise. This can't be said that he was making a fuss, because the exterior and interior of this house feel so different.

A row of exquisite magic hanging lights on the wall were all on, casting a soft light, illuminating the exquisite wallpaper and brand new carpet in the long hallway clearly.

Above my head, a chandelier inlaid with copper and silver was shining brightly. There were two rows of magical paintings focusing on landscape neatly arranged on the wall, and the branches inside could even be seen swaying slightly with the wind.

Everything here is neat and glamorous, making Harry feel like he is in a museum or something.

With a rush of footsteps, Ron's mother, Mrs. Weasley, walked out of a door at the other end of the hall. She walked towards them in three steps and two steps, with a warm smile on her face.

However, she seems to be a lot thinner and paler than before.

"Oh, Harry, I'm so happy to see you!" She whispered, and she took him to her arms, almost breaking his ribs.

Then pushed him away a little more and looked at him carefully.

"You look thin and need to eat more!" Mrs. Weasley said quickly, "Oh! Lena, you go to the kitchen first! I'll be here soon..."

After that, she turned to Maca again, and whispered quickly: "He just came, and the meeting has already started."

"Really?" Maca nodded, "Okay, madam... Harry, would you like to come together?"

"No!" Mrs. Weasley immediately hugged Harry, "He is too young, those things are for him"

"Madam," Maca said dumbfounded, "I don't think there is any problem, you see! I'm as old as Harry..."

Mrs. Weasley opened her mouth, but she still hugged Harry tightly, obviously not wanting to let him go.

"No, anyway, only members of the Order of the Phoenix can participate in the meeting." She stubbornly said, "Ron and Hermione are upstairs! Harry, you can wait with them until the meeting is over, and then we You can have dinner."

"Okay, okay..." Maca said, "Harry, or can you go up first? Actually, there is nothing interesting to follow me in..."

"But" Harry couldn't help but tighten his lips when he heard the words.

"Okay! I'll tell you where you should sleep..." Mrs. Weasley babbled ~IndoMTL.com~ while pushing Harry up the stairs, "Let's wait a moment. I'll explain to you, now I have to go there quickly, I should be at the meeting too..."

Maca looked at Harry's sullen expression and shrugged helplessly at him.

Speaking of which, Maca can deal with anyone well, but he can't deal with Mrs. Weasley. Regarding her kindness, Maca has never refused, nor knows how to stop or oppose it.

He himself vaguely understands the reason for this, perhaps because... Mrs. Weasley is indeed a "model of a good mother."

Throwing away some of the thoughts in his mind gently, Maca took a step towards the opposite reception room.

Perhaps because he knew that Harry was coming over today, and the reception room seemed very lively. Many people came and sat crowded around the long table.

And at the end of the long table by the door, Snape was looking towards Maca with a cold face.

"Good evening, Professor." Maca smiled and said, "Will you stay for dinner tonight?"

"Hey! McLean," the Sirius on the other side also said with a sullen face, "I don't think the nasal mucus would want to stay for dinner."

"Huh!" Snape snorted coldly, "Even if you ask me, I won't stay."

Sirius spread his hands and said: "Look!"

Maca couldn't help but sighed when he saw it. This was a legacy of history, not to mention whether there was any misunderstanding. Even if there were no misunderstandings, he didn't think Snape and Sirius would get together.

What's more, as Snape was a double agent, he really needed to keep a certain distance from the people in the organization.

This job is really suitable for him.

"Alright, alright! So... let's start the meeting!" Maca clapped her hands and said loudly, "Professor Snape, you should read the secret report first..."