Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Mysterious man doesn't care whether you are a serious person or not, I just remind you first." Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow, and then said flatly.

"Don't you have magic? You can deal with that mysterious man!" Uncle Vernon roared. Anyone who felt that he was suddenly targeted by terrorists, especially terrorists who knew magic, was probably like him. Even more exaggerated.

"I'm sorry, the opposite side can also have magic, and it is stronger than us." Professor McGonagall said calmly, but there was a touch of helplessness in his tone.

"What about the white-bearded old man who came here before?"

"He's dead." Professor McGonagall said without shyness, but her tone was vaguely pathetic.

"Ha..." Vernon was still impressed by the sharp eyes of the old man hidden under the glasses, and felt even more breathless now.

"Then what should we do?"

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

The man's fingers trembled as he wanted to point at Professor McGonagall and say something, but also felt a little rude, because the woman opposite was not easy to deal with.

"Do you know how hard it is to find a house?" he muttered and complained as he sat back in his seat.

"Looks like we've reached a consensus."

"Come on, Harry."

"But my luggage, and..."

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

"Goodbye," said Professor McGonagall.

"Goodbye." Harry followed behind Professor McGonagall, beckoning to his relatives.

The two were walking on one side of Privet Road. In the evening, a row of street lights was already on, extending to the other end of the street. The yellowish lights sprinkled all over the street, showing a faint warmth. sense.

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

"What is our destination now? Professor McGonagall?"

"Go to Diagon Alley first,

Buy your textbooks, and you don't have to prepare any more when school is approaching. "

"Why advance?"

"You're going to be close to the start of school, and You-Know-Who will be watching you." Professor McGonagall explained as if he knew what Harry wanted to ask.

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

"We don't need the Floo network, look, it's here now."

A bright purple bus stopped in front of them - the Cavaliers Bus.

Safe as a means of transportation

It's not the most dangerous time yet.

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

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

It didn't take long for them to arrive at Diagon Alley, which was now empty and few people were walking on the street. .

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

And it's not even close to the start of school.

Spell books, potion ingredients, and cauldrons were displayed in the shop windows, all colorful, now invisible, but obscured by large notices posted by the Ministry of Magic.

The announcement is purple, looks very intimidating, various, some can't see the face and the whole body is hidden in a cloak, the text below says that it is a vampire who has attacked several innocent muggles and wizards .

Werewolves also accounted for a certain proportion, and they smiled grimly, revealing their sharp teeth.

There are also giants, but no one was hurt, only some buildings were destroyed

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

Amulet: Effective against Werewolves, Dementors, and Inferi

The door of Lihen Bookstore was not opened, but 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 hunched in.

Buy the book first, then you won't have to come back.

"It's the Weasleys, and you'll have a nice second half of your vacation."

"Add it" throws in a brand new copy of Advanced Potions Making.

"Although my grades haven't come down yet, I don't think I'll be able to take my 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, there will be surprises."

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

After walking out of Lihen Bookstore, I came to a store along the road. .

One has a rather brightly coloured sign with a cartoon stick figure of a little boy grimacing, with gradient red writing on his face: "Weasley's Magical Joke Shop."

"We are a rare store owner who dares to open a store today." George and Fred said jokingly.

Weasley joke shop?

Harry thought he had guessed something, "This is your shop?"

"We're graduating." Fred sighed.

"Yeah, I've finally stepped into society." George echoed in a serious manner.

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

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

"Now it's time for us to go to the Weasleys. That's where you're going to live."

"Your transcript will be sent there as well."

After explaining some precautions to Harry, 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 exam," Professor McGonagall said.

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

When his feet returned to the ground, Harry could only feel the reality. He adjusted his glasses, and in front of him was a slightly Tudor-style building with a pigsty next to it. From the floor to the ceiling, to the stairs, everything was With a little skew, nothing is perfect.

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

"It's up to you next, Molly."

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

"Long time no see, Harry!" Ron hugged him.

After taking a closer look, he immediately became at a loss, because he saw many acquaintances gathered around the table.

Sirius, Ginny, an unfamiliar pink-haired woman, Lu Ping, etc...

They were crowded around a low wooden table with some greasy and scratched legs and top. These were the remaining members of the Order of the Phoenix.

After chatting for a while, Harry also introduced members he didn't know well.

"This is Nymphadora Tonks."

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

When Lupin turned to let Ron, his arm accidentally touched, knocking over the teacup, and the pale red tea spread along the grain of the wooden table.

"If..." Sirius looked in front of him, sighing halfway through, and his voice could not come out.

The contract he signed with his nephew also contained confidentiality.

He originally wanted to say that it would be nice if his ancestral home hadn't been transferred, but it stopped abruptly every time.

In fact, the Burrow is not bad, in addition to being a little crowded, it can also give people a kind of feeling.

"Where's Mr. Moody?" Harry looked around, realizing that he was missing someone.

"He was besieged by dozens of werewolves in the Wessam Forest." Lupin's smile faded, and he said in a low voice,

"Hmm..." Harry gasped.

"It's okay, in the end it was just his wooden prosthetic leg that was bitten, and he wouldn't turn into a werewolf. Most of the werewolves turned into barbecue and ashes."

"But now he's recuperating at St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries, and the doctors have to take the 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."

"And what about Hermione?"

"I don't know, maybe there's something else."

"Don't keep asking, let Harry rest first." Mrs. Weasley brought a few more cups of hot tea. "It's been a long time since I've been so noisy." Her face was full of smiles.

"Aren't George and Fred arguing enough?" said Ron angrily.

"That's not the same." Mrs. Weasley looked at the scene in front of her and nodded with relief. She enjoyed the family time together very much.