Chapter 799

Harry walked up the old steps, his eyes fixed on the new gate.

Its black paint was tattered and scratched. The silver door handle has been twisted into a snake. There is no keyhole or mailbox on the gate.

Lu Ping took out his wand and knocked at the door once. Harry heard a loud, metallic click from the door, which sounded like the sound of a metal chain. The door creaked open.

"Come in, Harry," lupin whispered, "but don't go too deep and don't touch anything."

Harry went into the almost completely dark hall. He could smell a damp, dusty, sweet mixture that felt like an abandoned building.

He looked back from his shoulders, and the others followed him neatly. Lupin and Tonks held his suitcase and Hedwig's cage in their hands. Moody was standing on the top step and was using the lighter to restore the extinguished streetlights outside. The light flew back into the bulb. Before moody limped in and closed the door, the square was covered in orange light again. Moody had closed the door, so the hall was completely dark.

"Here --"

moody patted Harry on the head with his wand again. This time, Harry felt as if another heat was flowing on his back. He knew that the so-called invisible magic, namely the phantom spell, had been lifted.

"Everybody, listen, when I give you a little light, everybody stand still." Moody whispered. The silence of the others gave Harry a strange foreboding that they had entered a dying man's room. He heard a soft hiss, and then all the old-fashioned lamps on the walls lit up, casting a flickering, unstable light on the dappled wallpaper, and illuminating a long, dark corridor covered with worn-out carpets. At the top of the corridor, a tree shaped decorative lamp full of spider webs was flashing, as well as a long, dark portrait The painting hung on the crooked wall.

Harry heard some kind of valve opening at the skirting behind him. Whether it's the tree shaped decorative lamp or the candlestick on a rickety table nearby, it's shaped like a serpent.

In the distance came a rush of footsteps, and Ron's mother, Mrs. Weasley, appeared from behind a door at the end of the hall. Her face was full of welcome and rushed to Harry, but Harry found that she was thinner and paler than the last time she saw her.

"Oh, Harry, nice to meet you!" She whispered and gave Harry a hug that almost broke his ribs, then grabbed his arm and examined it critically. "You look thinner. You need more nutrition, but I'm afraid you'll have to wait for dinner."

She turned to the Wizards behind Harry and whispered eagerly, "he's just arrived. The meeting has begun." The Wizards behind Harry made a noise of interest and excitement, and lined up to walk past the door where Mrs. Weasley had just appeared. Harry wanted to keep up with lupin, but Mrs. Weasley pulled him back.

"No, Harry, this meeting is open only to members of the order. Ron and Hermione are upstairs. You can wait for them until the meeting is over, and then we'll have dinner. Try to keep your voice down in the hall, "she added, finally, in an eager whisper.

"Why?"

"I don't want to wake anything up."

"What do you wake up --"

"I'll explain to you later. I've got to run. I'm going to the meeting - now I'll just show you where to sleep." Mrs. Weasley put her finger to her lips, and she led Harry through a pair of long, wormlike curtains behind which Harry suspected there must be a door. Then, after bypassing a huge umbrella stand that looked like several giant legs, they walked up the dark stairs, past a row of miniature heads pasted on the wall as decorations. A little closer, Harry found that the heads belonged to house elves. They all have snouts like pigs.

Harry's bewilderment deepened with each step. What did they do in the house so that the place looked more like belonging to the darkest witches?

"Mrs. Weasley, why --" "Ron and Hermione will explain everything to you, honey. I really need to get going," whispered Mrs. Weasley. "There - they're on the second floor - your room is on the right. I'll call for you at the end of the meeting. "

"Wait a minute, Mrs. Weasley - I mean, where's van Lin?"

"Oh, he?" Mrs. Weasley's expression was somewhat unnatural. "He's going to attend the meeting. Dumbledore allowed him to..." Then she hurried downstairs again.

"Dumbledore allowed it?" Harry repeated, but before Harry asked again, Mrs. Weasley had disappeared.

Harry crossed the dark landing and turned the doorknob, which was shaped like the head of a serpent, and opened the door. He made a brief inspection of the gloomy, towering ceiling, a double room, and then he heard a loud chirp, followed by a louder scream, and then Harry's eyes were occupied by a huge, bushy face.Well, that's not the right thing to say, but that's what it feels like to go from far to near and not react.

You say a sweet breeze?

Harry didn't know if Hermione was smelling. It was going to be killed. But Hermione's Lion like hair is much better. It looks more like a Christmas party.

Hermione rushed up and gave Harry a hug, almost knocking him to the ground, while Ron's Owl and piggy circled over their heads excitedly.

"Come on! Ron, he's here. Harry's here! Fanlin, they brought Harry back safely! Oh, how are you? Are you OK? Will you lose your temper with us? I bet you will, I know it's useless for us to believe - because we can't tell you anything Dumbledore wants us to swear we can't say anything. Oh, we have a lot of things we're eager to tell you, and you have a lot to tell us - those damned Dementors! When we heard - and the Ministry of magic, of course - it was cruel, and I rolled my eyes at them. They can't fire you, they just can't. There's a clause in the minor witchcraft restriction ordinance that allows magic to be used in cases of life-threatening - "

" let him breathe, Hermione, "as he closes the door behind Harry Ron said with a smile.

In the month of their separation, he looked a few inches taller, making him look thinner than ever, but his long nose, bright red hair and freckles were the same.

Hermione was still elated. She let Harry go, but before she could say the next word, there was a soft whistling sound. A white object rushed down from the top of the dark closet and landed gently on Harry's shoulder.

"Hedwig!"

As Harry stroked his feathers, the snow-white owl knocked on his mouth and gently bit Harry's ears.

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