“A-choo!”

Chris suddenly sneezed and almost dropped the cup next to him.

Everyone looked over, and Mr. Weasley asked with concern, "Are you catching a cold?"

"No, I don't think so." Chris shook his head. "Maybe he just didn't get enough rest last night. Don't worry about it. Where were we talking about just now?"

"Transfer Harry!" Mr. Weasley said solemnly, "We must take him away from his aunt's house on Harry's seventeenth birthday."

"I don't see why all this trouble is necessary!" said Sirius, looking a little irritated.

What on earth was Dumbledore thinking? We should have let Harry live here when we brought him here. Why did we have to send him back to the Dursleys? "Dumbledore must have his reasons," said Mrs. Weasley. "Sirius, we should trust him."

"Yes, I know. You have said it many times." Sirius said with a bit of anger, "If I didn't trust Dumbledore, I wouldn't have let Harry leave."

The room suddenly became much quieter and no one spoke, because they didn't know why Dumbledore did this, and he personally sent Harry back to Little Whinging on the night of Harry's holiday.

"Sorry, don't worry about me." Sirius tried to break the silence, "So what should we do to bring Harry back here safely."

"Isn't that easy?" Mundungus said casually, "Why don't we just ask Dumbledore to send it over? Just like when he sent Harry over there."

The wretched-looking wizard was staring at the glittering silver cutlery on the dining table. He had no intention of discussing the matter with the crowd. In his opinion, it was simply a waste of time.

With Dumbledore around, who could snatch Potter away?

"Did you forget your ears somewhere else during our last meeting?" Mrs. Weasley, who already had a grudge against Mundungus, couldn't stand it anymore when she heard him say that.

"Dumbledore made it very clear last time, right? It's impossible for the You-Know-Who to do nothing, so we must be fully prepared and exclude him from the plan."

Under Mrs. Weasley's gaze, Mundungus suddenly became flustered and stammered, "I... I forgot... You know, I have a lot of things to do..."

"You mean the smuggled cauldrons?" said Mrs. Weasley grimly. "Or the filth of unknown origin."

"That...that was all obtained by me through legal means!" said Mundungus with his neck stiff.

"Huh..." Mrs. Weasley snorted coldly and said nothing.

If it was a legal way, would Mundungus have been hiding here for a week? Someone must be out there chasing him.

To be honest, Mrs. Weasley really didn't want Ginny and Ron to come into contact with someone like him, but there was nothing she could do. Dumbledore trusted him, and as a member of the Order of the Phoenix, Mundungus also had the right to live here.

The scene suddenly became even more awkward.

"Well, aren't we discussing how to transfer Harry safely?" Auror Kingsley said, "Molly, tell me what you think.

"It would be best if Dumbledore was involved, but we also have to work out how to keep Harry safe in his absence."

After hearing the serious business, Mrs. Weasley no longer paid any attention to Mundungus.

"How about an invisibility spell?" She thought of the car that Ron had driven to Hogwarts.

Although she had been complaining that Mr. Weasley shouldn't have modified the car without permission, she also knew that the car had an invisibility function. If Ron had realized this in time, perhaps they would not have been discovered at all.

If they could just build another car like that, they should be able to get Harry out of Little Whinging safely.

And everything is ready-made.

Sirius already has a car, and Mr. Weasley, who is knowledgeable about technology, is also here. If all they need to do is add flying and invisibility functions, three days will be more than enough.

But Moody shook his head after hearing this.

"No." He said after thinking for a moment: "Death Eaters are not Muggles. There are too many ways to find invisible targets, such as squinting mirrors and detection spells."

"Then everyone should go out together," said Sirius, "and fight them directly!"

No one answered him. Everyone just paused for a moment and continued their discussion as if nothing had happened, just as if a dog had just barked.

Let's just have a fight... When Sirius said this, it meant that his IQ had reached the same level as Mundungus.

If it were that simple, why would they be sitting here?

What they needed to do was to take Harry away, instead of cleaning him up and handing him over to Voldemort.

Seeing that others ignored him, Sirius could only shut his mouth in disappointment.

"How about connecting the house in Little Whinging to the Floo Network?" said Mr. Weasley. "That house is protected by Harry's mother's magic, so it's very safe from You-Know-Who and his Death Eaters.

"We can then use the Floo Network or the Portkey to transfer Harry to a safe place."

"These methods are all controlled by the Ministry of Magic." Sirius frowned, "I don't trust them. And this might expose the location of Grimmauld Place. We can't connect this place to the Floo Network."

"This is easy? We can move Harry to somewhere nearby." Mr. Weasley said, "When we act, everyone's attention will be on Little Whinging. We just need to get Harry out safely before the You-Know-Who reacts."

"Yes, that's a good idea." Moody nodded. "And the Director of the Department of Transportation of the Ministry of Magic is Barty Crouch. I won't comment on what he has done before, but he definitely hates the Dark Arts, including Death Eaters. I can guarantee that."

As he spoke, he subconsciously looked at Sirius.

It was because of Barty Crouch's misjudgment that he was imprisoned in Azkaban for twelve years... Although anyone would have made the same judgment in that situation, it was Barty Crouch who happened to be in that situation.

As a member of the Order of the Phoenix, he still had to care about Sirius's feelings.

"Why are you looking at me?" Sirius said calmly, "As long as Harry can be brought here safely, I won't object no matter what I do."

"That's good," said Moody.

"But to be on the safe side, we have to make a backup plan. I suggest using Polyjuice Potion, just like the Death Eaters did when they tricked Potter away from Hogwarts."

"As long as there are enough 'Harry Potter's' and they are all left together, it will be difficult for them to tell which one is the real one after a short period of time."

"Good idea." Kingsley was the first to agree with the idea, "But one thing must be noted, the person who becomes Harry must be prepared to face the mysterious man at any time."

"Need I say more?" Several people smiled at each other, and no one hesitated for a moment.

Oh, except for Mundungus, whose eyes were wandering and who just opened his mouth but made no sound.

"Then I'll go get some Polyjuice Potion." Kingsley said, standing up. "The Ministry should still have some in stock."

"No need." Fred stopped him. "If someone finds out that you took the potion from the Ministry of Magic, they might guess something based on this, like that Dawlish, who is notoriously unstable."

"But it's too late to make it now." Kingsley frowned and said, "We can't just go buy it."

"Have you forgotten?" George raised his eyebrows, "Weasley's Wundershop has a potion business..."

"And there just happened to be Polyjuice Potion..." Fred said with a smile.

"That's great." Everyone looked surprised.

Fred was right. Whether he took the potion from the Ministry of Magic or bought it, it was possible that the news would leak out. But if Fred and George prepared it in advance, there would be no problem.

"Now there is the issue of confidentiality." Mrs. Weasley continued, "With so many of us acting together, it is impossible not to alert anyone, but we can release some smoke bombs appropriately."

"Move forward the transfer date?" Fred asked tentatively.

"Or postpone..." George said.

"We can also make some preparations for the transfer method." Mr. Weasley suggested: "We can modify the car and deliberately let those with ulterior motives see it, so that they will think that the car is the way to transfer Harry."

"I think your old habit has come back and you want to tamper with that car." Mrs. Weasley looked at him suspiciously.

"How could you think that, Molly? I really did it for Harry." Mr. Weasley said seriously.

"I think Dad's suggestion is good..."

Everyone was talking one after another, analyzing various possible problems, from morning to evening, until everyone was too hungry, and the meeting ended temporarily.

Kingsley and Moody ate while discussing the topic that had not been finished just now.

Fred took a bite of the unseasoned boiled potatoes and couldn't help saying, "I really hope Kyle can come back soon, preferably in five minutes, or tomorrow."

"Yeah, Kyle always has great ideas," George said. "With his help, we should be able to complete all our plans faster."

"Don't think about it." Fred then sighed, "He should still be in the Black Forest now."

"Those werewolves are so unlucky. They are about to run into Kyle." George suddenly laughed, as if he had thought of something.

"Shouldn't it be Mr. Scamander?" a member of the Order of the Phoenix asked puzzledly.

Dedalodigo was already quite old when he joined the Order of the Phoenix twenty years ago, so he was more familiar with Newt, the troublemaker, than Kyle.

"Your information is somewhat out of date, Mr. Dedalus," said Fred, smiling.

"I don't know if you've heard about Kyle's deeds two months ago at Hogwarts when he pierced Fenrir with a spear and set the tower on fire."

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"What did you say, Fiendfyre?" Dedalodigo was stunned for a moment, his eyes full of absurdity, "Don't you care about Albus?"

"In fact, Dumbledore was right there," George said. "He didn't even lose any house points."

Dedalodigo subconsciously looked at Kingsley opposite him. After getting the other party's affirmative answer, he didn't know what to say for a moment.

Is Dumbledore so easy to talk to now? He actually allowed students to openly use the dark magic of the Fiery Blaze in Hogwarts? Even the Aurors ignored it? Just because the other party was a winner of the Order of Merlin, Second Class? He suddenly became a little curious about this Kyle.

"Let me put it this way." Fred took a bite of his sandwich. "Based on my understanding of Kyle, if those werewolves are willing to cooperate, they should be able to save their lives."

"But it's unlikely." George waved his hand. "After so many days, Kyle's patience has probably worn out. I even suspect that he will burn down the entire Black Forest and get rid of the werewolves inside."

"No! No way," Dedalodigo said, his tone firm. "Newt won't let him do that."

…

Meanwhile, in the Black Forest.

"It's just a simple Fiery Curse, it should be okay, right?" Kyle looked at Newt beside him and felt a little confused.

Just when he was about to cast a spell in the cave to get rid of the werewolves in one fell swoop, he was interrupted by Newt who suddenly appeared.

The flame that had just formed also dissipated in an instant.

"Have you forgotten that this is the Black Forest, the only place in the UK besides the Forbidden Forest that is suitable for most magical animals to live in." Newt glared at Kyle, "Do you want to destroy this place?"

"It's just a cave, it's not that serious." Kyle muttered softly, "And I can put them out..."

Newt's expression grew more serious, and Kyle's voice grew quieter.

"Well, I don't need it."

Newt's expression improved a little after hearing Kyle say that.

"And the Nungu Leopard is no good either," he continued. "Its poison will spread throughout the forest, and the first person to suffer will be the Bowtruckle who is leading you."

As he was speaking, a shrill roar suddenly came from not far away.

I don’t know if it was because of the unfinished spell or because the two of them were talking too loudly... they were discovered.

A dirty man suddenly jumped down from a tree, screaming and pointing his wand at where Kyle and Newt were without saying a word.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The hoarse voice sounded like the growl of some wild beast. Kyle and Newt quickly stepped back and thus avoided the other party's killing curse.

In the next few seconds, more werewolves came out from different directions, but there was no movement in the cave in front of them.

This seems to be a trap, or an entrance that was deliberately set up.

"It's indeed a werewolf. How cautious." Kyle muttered to himself.

But there is no time to think about these things now.

When the werewolves came out, they immediately surrounded Kyle and Newt.

They were a little nervous at first, but when they saw that there were only two people coming, their expressions suddenly became wild.

"Haha, you scared me. I thought it was those annoying bugs from the Order of the Phoenix who came to find me. I didn't expect it to be an old immortal and a young ghost..."

A werewolf with slender limbs came over, his brown hair and beard were tightly tangled together, and he exuded a pungent and strange smell.

"Tell me, how did you find this place?"

He grinned, revealing two rows of dirty teeth. "If your answer satisfies me, I can consider..."

"Give us a way out?" Kyle asked.

"Let you go? Ha...hahaha!" The werewolf suddenly laughed very loudly, and the other werewolves did the same, as if they were laughing at the cowardice and whimsy of the wizard in front of them.

"Now that you've found this place, don't even think about leaving alive." The leading werewolf stretched out his wand, and Kyle could clearly see that he had the same long yellow nails on his fingers as Fenrir Greyback.

"But if your answer satisfies me, I can let you die more comfortably."

"Well, sure." Kyle touched his chin, as if thinking, "Do you keep your word?"

"Of course, I never lie." The werewolf grinned again.

But the next second, he heard another shrill scream.

Not far away, a vine seemed to come alive and rushed straight towards the chest of a wizard.

Because they had not transformed into werewolves, their bodies were as fragile as those of other wizards. The sharp vines like awls easily pierced their bodies and nailed them to a tree behind them.

"Damn wizard, how dare you play tricks on me!" The leading werewolf roared and pointed his wand at Kyle.

"Avada..."

"Expelliarmus!"

Before he finished reciting the killing curse, his wand flew out of his hand and landed in Kyle's hand.

"What did you just say?" Kyle asked innocently, playing with his wand.

Then, without waiting for the other party to answer, he waved his wand and several faint magic runes flashed in the air.

"Growing wild!"

The surrounding trees seemed to have all come alive. The tangled and squirming roots broke out of the ground, like fifty-foot-long giant snakes, coiling flexibly, trying to entangle all the living things around them.

At the same time, more and more trees broke out of the ground and joined the chaotic battle.

Some werewolves had never seen this kind of magic before, and they were subconsciously stunned for a moment, but during this moment of hesitation, their feet were entangled, followed by their legs, and then their entire bodies, until they were wrapped up and unable to move.

"Use the fire spell quickly!" Someone reacted and reminded loudly.

But before he could take out his wand, he looked up and saw a pair of bright deep purple eyes.

Then he rolled his eyes and fell asleep right on the battlefield. His loud snoring mixed with the screams sounded somewhat out of place.

(End of this chapter)