Chapter 280: Reuniting the Order of the Phoenix

At the dining table in the living room, Maka, who was drinking tea calmly, and Petunia, who was trembling with anger, formed a stark contrast.

Vernon, Dudley, and Harry looked at the two of them with puzzled expressions, not knowing what they were talking about.

In fact, after Petunia screamed to stop, Maca didn't continue talking. What he did was just to give Harry, the aunt, a small warning.

Now that things have happened, it doesn't really make much sense to tell the shit about Chen Guzi's rotten sesame seeds.

In other words, unless Penny is willing to voluntarily tell some past events, the words of others will not be able to reflect its true value.

Harry, go and pack your bags, you should be leaving in a moment.

Harry was stunned for a moment when he heard this, but he felt a little uncomfortable when he saw that no one came to stop him. After he nodded slightly, he turned and ran to the second floor.

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

At the same time, Harry just came down with a big suitcase.

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

He gave a slight nod to the Dursleys, then turned and walked towards the gate, Harry and Lainie hurriedly followed.

But when Maca walked to the door, he paused slightly as if he remembered something.

Harry, don't you say goodbye to your uncle, aunt... um, and cousin?

unnecessary!

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

However, his aunt Petunia didn't make a sound, she just stared blankly at Harry's eyes with an inexplicable bewilderment on her face.

Look! I don't think so. Harry replied sullenly, taking a deep breath.

Maca shrugged and said softly: This is your decision... I just want to remind you that these people in front of you are the only relatives you have left in this world.

After all, he ignored what Harry thought, and dragged Lainie, who still wanted to watch the fun, out of the Dursleys' house.

This time, Maca's words rarely had any deep meaning, he was just stating an objective fact in a flat tone.

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

Not long after, Harry came out dragging the suitcase, and closed the door of the Dursley's house behind him.

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

It's pretty fast! What's for dinner tonight? Maca asked with interest.

Maca!

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

Those dementors in the living room...

Of course Maca knew what Harry wanted to ask. He waved his hand and said, The magic power of dead dementors will continue to dissipate. If they are not dealt with in time, they will disappear completely soon.

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

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

Maca threw the magic book forward, suspended it at his feet, and then nodded casually.

Who else could it be but him? He said, raising his legs to stand on the magic book, and then urged, Don't ask, just take out your broom, and you can use it when you get to the place later. Just ask.

'Somewhere'? Harry asked slightly uneasily. Where are we going? The Burrow?

No, it's not there...it's not safe there. Maca watched Harry step on the broom,

Then she stretched out her wand and tapped it on his head, Follow me, Harry.

Just when the tip of Maca's wand touched the top of Harry's head, he suddenly felt a warm coolness soaking his whole body from head to toe.

Harry looked down at his body, and now it didn't look like it belonged to him at all, not invisible, but the color and texture seemed to match its surroundings.

Maca cast the illusion spell on several people, and the spell seemed to be very effective, and only at a very close distance could one vaguely see a slightly distorted outline.

Come on! Remember, follow up... he reiterated, I remember you flying pretty 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 the joy of flying.

It was hard for him to imagine how Maca could fly up by stepping on a magic book, and the speed was astonishingly fast. Maca's Disillusionment Charm is even more powerful, and Harry tried his best to fly in order not to lose track.

Fortunately, the faster the speed, the shorter the time spent, and soon Maca beckoned Harry to dive down.

...

The fronts of the houses in Grimmauld Square are still gloomy, maintaining the appearance of repelling people thousands of miles away.

The windows of some of the houses were broken, giving off a dismal glow from the freshly lit street lamps. The paint on many doors was peeling and rubbish piled outside the front steps of several homes.

Several people stood in front of the yards of two dilapidated houses. Harry looked at the rusted iron fences suspiciously, and glanced blankly at Maca.

Remember to keep the address in mind for a while, so that you won't be able to find the door when you come by yourself next time.

As Maca said, he stretched out his wand and waved it casually, and the house in front of him immediately made a rumbling vibration and moved to both sides. Not long after, a dilapidated house with the same old appearance appeared in the middle of the two previous houses out of thin air, as if it had recovered from being squashed.

Let's go! He called Harry who was stupefied, and walked forward.

At this time, the sisters Leni and Lena had already stepped forward and pushed the mottled door open.

Following him into the foyer, Harry opened his mouth wide in surprise. It can't be said that he made a fuss, because the appearance of this house and the interior feel very different.

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

Above the head, a copper-inlaid silver chandelier shone brightly, and there were two rows of magical oil paintings on the wall neatly lined up, and even the branches inside could be seen shaking slightly with the wind.

Everything here was neat and sleek, making Harry feel as if he had come to a museum or something.

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

However, she seemed much thinner and paler than before.

Oh, Harry, it's such a pleasure to see you! she whispered, and pulled him into her arms, nearly crushing his ribs.

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

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

After finishing speaking, she turned to Maca again and whispered hurriedly, He just came, and the meeting has already started.

Really? Maca nodded, Okay, ma'am...Harry, do you want to come together?

No! Mrs. Weasley immediately put her arms around Harry and said, He's still too young for him to do those things.

Ma'am, Maca said dumbfoundedly, I don't think there's any problem, you see! I'm the same age as Harry...

Mrs. Weasley opened her mouth, but her arms were still tightly wrapped around Harry, obviously not wanting to let him go.

No, anyway, only members of the Order of the Phoenix can attend the meeting. She said stubbornly, Ron and Hermione are upstairs! Harry, you can wait with them until the meeting is over, and then we can eat It's supper.

Okay, okay... Maca spread his hands, Harry, or you can go up first? In fact, there is nothing interesting going in with me...

But Harry pursed his lips when he heard that.

Okay! I'll tell you where you should sleep... Mrs. Weasley babbled, pushing Harry towards the stairs, We'll explain to you later, now I I have to hurry over, I should be at the meeting...

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

Speaking of which, Maca could handle anyone well, but she couldn't handle Mrs. Weasley. Maca has never refused her kindness, nor does she know how to stop or oppose it.

He himself vaguely understood the reason, perhaps because... Mrs. Weasley was indeed a model of a good mother.

Gently shaking off some of the thoughts in his heart, Maca walked towards the opposite reception room.

Perhaps it was because they knew that Harry would come over today, the reception room seemed very lively, many people came and sat crowded around the long table.

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

Good evening, Professor. Maca smiled and said, Do you want to stay for dinner tonight?

Hey! McLean, said Sirius on the other end with a sullen face, I don't think Snotluck would want to stay for dinner.

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

Sirius spread his hands and said, Look!

Maca couldn't help sighing when he saw this, this is a problem left over from history, not to mention whether there was any misunderstanding, even if there wasn't, he didn't think Snape and Sirius would get along well.

What's more, Snape had the identity of a double agent, and he really needed to keep a certain distance from the people in the organization.

For him, this job really couldn't be more suitable.

Okay, okay! Then...let's start the meeting! Maca clapped his hands, and said loudly, Professor Snape, please read the secret report first...