Chapter 642 Transfer Operation
Saturday, July 29th.
The actual plan to transfer Potter was one day ahead of the false information delivered to the Ministry of Magic.
Soul has arrived at No. 4 Privet Drive, facing the noisy Dursley family and Harry. He is the vanguard to get the Dursley family out of here before the members of the Order of the Phoenix arrive.
Of course, in the form of Ebo Nockhan.
"It's just like what Potter said." Sule said, "The reason why you have been able to stay here quietly is because Potter's mother used magic to protect Potter, and this protection will happen tomorrow night. Twelve o’clock expires.”
"Don't think that the fire stick in your hand can do anything."
Soul glanced at Mr. Dursley, who was pointing the double-barreled shotgun at him.
"I'm here to help you, Mr. Dursley."
As he spoke, Soul moved his fingertips slightly, and the shotgun suddenly turned into a big pink pig, struggling and jumping out of Dursley's hand.
Seeing Vernon retreating in panic, Harry couldn't help but laugh.
"Potter should have explained to you the reason for asking you to leave here. Whether you believe it or not, you must leave here. This is what Dumbledore told you. If you are unwilling to leave, then I don't mind using more violent methods." means."
Soul looked at Dursley, or rather, at his wife, Petunia, behind Dursley.
"He came to someone else's house for no reason, and asked us to leave the house where we have lived for more than ten years for no reason..." Mr. Dursley's voice was loud, but he clearly sounded guilty.
"How do we know if you are a liar..."
"No, we believe you." As expected, Penny, who knew a corner of the magical world, interrupted her husband.
"Petunia---" Dursley looked at his wife in shock.
"Believe me, Vernon." Petunia didn't look back. She glanced at Harry with a complicated expression, then looked at Soul, "Excuse me, sir, when do we leave here?"
"The sooner the better." Suer looked up and looked at the wall clock on the wall of the living room. "It's four o'clock. You have to leave at four o'clock. Drive the car away from here and go west, about ten miles. Someone will come to pick you up and take you. Leave England."
"Wait—Leave England?!" Mr. Dursley interrupted loudly, "Leave England?!"
"That's right, Mr. Dursley, it's no longer safe here." Suhr nodded lightly, "I know what you are worried about. We have already taken care of things like passports and work for you. They have temporarily forgotten about the matter. All of you."
"Go to France for a good vacation. When everything settles, you will be able to come back."
……
At four o'clock, Mr. Dursley muttered and closed the trunk. Dursley was obviously still unwilling to leave the house where they had lived for about twenty years, but there was no other way. His wife had already agreed. What can he do?
The car sputtered to life, turned across the driveway, got onto the road, and turned right at the end of Privet Drive. The car windows reflected the flaming red light and disappeared under the slanting sun.
Soul turned around, not having anything to worry about whether the Dursleys could leave safely.
"Then, it's your turn next, Harry, go up and pack your things."
"Okay, Mr. Ebo." Harry looked away with a complicated expression and nodded lightly.
The moment Harry turned to leave, Soul suddenly remembered something, "By the way, let Hedwig go first and let her go to Hogwarts."
Harry was obviously confused, but nodded anyway.
The reason why Harry let Hedwig go was because he suddenly remembered that this handsome owl died in this transfer. If he could be saved, he would be saved and Hedwig would be released. The rest would depend on its luck.
The sun gradually sets in the west, and gloomy darkness gradually envelopes this land.
Harry packed his luggage in the living room, placed the empty cage on the suitcase, and Hedwig had been let go.
He looked at everything familiar with sadness. From arriving here to leaving here to go to Hogwarts, and now about to say goodbye forever, it has been a full sixteen years. Even if he is bored with this place in every possible way, when he leaves completely, he always feels a little melancholy. of.
"If you are reluctant, just walk more and see more."
Soul patted Harry's shoulder lightly, turned and walked outside the house. In the garden of the Dursley family's back house, Mrs. Dursley had excellent gardening skills and kept the garden neat and beautiful. Yellow and purple flowers are vying for beauty, trying to bloom their own light in the remaining afterglow of the sunset.
A deafening roar came from far away from the sky, gradually getting closer.
Harry also hurried out of the house.
Hagrid arrived, riding his beloved scooter, wearing a helmet and goggles, with Sirius behind him. In the dim light, the empty air rippled, and figures appeared one by one, Moody riding a broom. , the Weasley brothers, Lupine and Tonks riding Ye Qi, Bill and his fiancée, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and Ron.
Counting Harry, there were fourteen people in total.
Harry hugged them all in surprise.
"Okay, let's talk when it's safe." Moody led the way into the house in a muffled voice, "Hurry up, there was a better way for you to get out of here safely, but the plan has changed."
Everyone's expressions darkened, and they all followed Moody and walked into the Dursley's house, surrounded by the confused Harry.
But Hagrid and Soul stopped at the door.
"You guessed it," whispered Hagrid, "someone broke into Hogwarts during the holidays."
Suer nodded slightly, "You didn't attract their attention, did you?"
"No." Hagrid shook his head slightly, "I went after they left. There were footprints on the lawn."
"That's good."
The brief exchange lasted only a few seconds and did not attract anyone's attention.
"Excuse me, Hagrid, let's go in."
"...Piers Thicknesse betrayed us and caused us a lot of trouble...because you have not yet reached full adulthood, and the healds on your body will expose you the moment you or whoever is around you uses magic, Therefore, we must adopt methods that do not require magic. You have just seen them, namely Ye Qi, the broom and Hagrid's light motorcycle... Using these means of transportation, we can get you out of here safely..."
"At the same time, in order to prevent Death Eaters from discovering the real safe house you are going to, we have set up protections for many houses, such as my house, Aunt Muriel's house in Morrie, etc. ---"
After Moody talked a lot, he finally stopped to take a breath.
"Any more questions, Potter?"
"But--" Harry nodded, a little confused, "But wouldn't it be more obvious if a large group of us flew to the same place?"
"This is the most crucial point of this plan, Harry." Sirius answered on behalf of Moody. At some point, he already had several bottles containing bubbling syrupy potions in his hands.
"Give us a few hairs."
