Chapter 281

At the dining table in the living room, Maka, who drank tea calmly, formed a sharp contrast with penny, who was trembling.

Vernon, Dudley and Harry looked at them suspiciously, unaware of what they were talking about.

In fact, after Penny screamed to stop, Maka didn't go on. By doing so, he was merely giving aunt Harry a small warning.

Up to now, even if those broken things are said, they don't make much sense.

In other words, unless penny is willing to say something about the past, the words of others with fake hands will not reflect its real value.

"Harry, go pack your bags. It's time to go in a minute."

Harry was stunned when he heard the speech. When he saw no one to stop him, he felt a little uncomfortable. With a slight nod, he turned and ran to the second floor.

For the rest of the time, no one spoke again. In this moment of silence, Maka drank the black tea slowly, and then put the empty cup back into the cup and plate.

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

"Thank you for your hospitality, madam..." Maka stood up and said politely, "well, we'll be rude first."

He nodded slightly to the Dursleys, then turned back and walked to the gate. Harry and Lenny hurried up.

But when Maka came to the door, he seemed to think of something and stopped gently.

"Harry, don't say goodbye to your uncle and aunt... Well, do you have a cousin?"

"No!"

Harry looked back subconsciously, but before he could say anything, Vernon in the living room had shouted out.

But his Aunt Petunia didn't say anything. She just looked at Harry's eyes in a daze, with an inexplicable loss on her face.

"Look! I don't think so," Harry replied stiffly with a deep breath.

Maka shrugged and whispered, "this is your decision... I just want to remind you that these people in front of you are your only relatives in the world."

After that, he ignored what Harry thought, and dragged Lenny, who still wanted to watch the excitement, out of the Dursleys' house.

This time, Maka's words rarely had any deep meaning. He was just stating an objective fact in a plain tone.

As for how to choose, it was Harry's own business. No matter how close others are, they can't, or have no right to make any choice for him.

Before long, Harry came out with his suitcase and took the door of the Dursleys' house.

Outside on the street, Lena was standing quietly by an old bicycle with a large paper bag full of fruits and vegetables in her arms.

"It's fast! What's for dinner tonight?" asked Marca with great interest.

"Maka!"

Lena was trying to answer, but Harry interrupted her.

"Those Dementors in the living room..."

Of course Marca knew what Harry wanted to ask. He waved his hand and said, "the magic of the dead Dementor will continue to dissipate. If it is not handled in time, it will soon disappear completely."

Seeing that Marca said and took out a heavy magic book, Harry quickly asked the second question that he most wanted to know the answer.

"What has happened recently? Why do Dementors appear one after another?" he hesitated. "Is it... Voldemort?"

Maka threw the Magic Book forward, suspended it at her feet, and then nodded casually.

"Who else could it be but him?" he said, raising his legs and standing on the magic book, and then urged, "don't ask yet, take out your broom, and you can ask as you like when you get to the place later."

"Where are we?" Harry asked slightly uneasily. "Where are we going? The burrow?"

"No, not there... It's not safe there." Marca watched Harry step onto the broom, held out his wand and clicked on his head. "Follow me, Harry."

Just as the tip of Marca's wand touched Harry's head, he suddenly felt a warm coolness that soaked him from head to foot.

Harry looked down at his body. Now it looked as if it didn't belong to him at all. It wasn't invisible, but the color and texture became consistent with the surrounding environment.

Maka cast a phantom spell on several people. The spell looks very effective. Only at a very close distance can you vaguely see a slightly distorted outline.

"Let's go! Remember, follow up..." he reiterated, "I remember you flew very well, didn't you?"

To tell you the truth, it's really new to fly around on a broom in the Muggle world. But Harry had no time to enjoy flying.

It was hard for him to imagine how Maka flew with a magic book, and the speed was amazing. Marca's magic spell is even more powerful. Harry is flying with all his strength in order not to lose him.

Fortunately, as the speed increased, the time spent would be shortened, and soon Marca asked Harry to dive down.

……

The front face of the house in grimmer square was still gloomy, maintaining the appearance of refusing people thousands of miles away.

The windows of some houses were broken and glowed bleakly in the light of the newly lit street lamps. The paint on many doors had peeled off, and garbage was piled up outside the front steps of several households.

Several people stood in front of two equally dilapidated houses. Harry looked at the rusty iron fences suspiciously and looked blankly at Marca.

"Remember to keep the address in mind later, so that you won't find the door when you come by yourself next time."

As Maka said, she stretched out her wand and waved it. The house in front of her immediately sent out a rumbling vibration and shifted to both sides. Before long, a dilapidated house with the same old appearance appeared in the middle of the previous two houses out of thin air.

"Let's go!" he called out to Harry, who was stunned, and raised his legs and walked forward.

At this time, Lenny and Lena sisters had taken a step ahead and pushed the mottled door open.

As he walked into the hall, harriton opened his mouth in surprise - it can't be said that he was surprised, because the appearance and interior of the house were so different.

A row of exquisite magic hanging lights on the wall were on, casting a soft light to clearly illuminate the exquisite wallpaper and brand-new carpet in the long hall.

Overhead, a copper inlaid Silver Chandelier glittered brightly. Two rows of magic oil paintings focusing on scenery were arranged on the wall. You can even see that the branches inside were shaking slightly with the wind.

Everything here was clean and bright, which made Harry feel like he had come to a museum or something.

With a rush of footsteps, Ron's mother, Mrs. Weasley, came out of the door at the end of the hall. She hurried towards them with a warm smile on her face.

However, Harry found that she seemed to be much paler and thinner than before.

"Oh, Harry, it's a great pleasure to see you!" whispered Mrs. Weasley, holding Harry in her arms and almost breaking his ribs.

Then she grabbed Harry's shoulder, pushed him away a little, and looked up and down.

"You look thin. You need to eat more!" said Mrs. Weasley in a very fast voice. "Oh! Lena, you go to the kitchen first! I'll come in a minute..."

Then she turned to Maka and whispered, "he has just come, and the meeting has begun!"

"Really?" Marca nodded. "Yes, madam... Harry, would you like to come together?"

"No!" said Mrs. Weasley, immediately hugging Harry. "He's too young. Those things are for him --"

"Madam," cried Marca, laughing and crying, "I don't think there's any problem, you see! I'm as old as Harry..."

Mrs. Weasley opened her mouth, but her hand was still tightly around Harry and obviously didn't want to let him go.

"No, no matter what, only members of the order of the Phoenix are allowed to attend the meeting." she said stubbornly. "Ron, they are all upstairs! Harry, you can stay with them until the meeting is over, and then everyone can come down and have dinner together."

"Okay, okay..." Marca said, "Harry, maybe you can go up first? In fact, there's nothing interesting going in with me..."

"But -" Harry could not help tightening his lips when he heard the speech.

"All right! I'll tell you where to sleep..." Mrs. Weasley muttered, pushing Harry up the stairs. "We'll explain to you later. Now I have to hurry over, and I should be at the meeting..."

Marca looked at Harry's sullen face and had to shrug at him helplessly.

Marca can handle anyone well, but she can't handle Mrs. Weasley. For her kindness, Maka never refused, nor did she know how to stop or oppose it.

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

She flicked away some thoughts in her heart, and Maka stepped towards the opposite reception room.

Perhaps it was because he knew Harry was coming today. The reception room looked very lively. Many people came and sat crowded around the long table.

At the end of the long table by the door, Snape was looking at Marca with a cold face.

"Good evening, Professor," said Marca with a smile. "Will you stay for dinner tonight?"

"Hey, McLean," said Sirius at the other end with a strained face, "I don't think snot wants to stay for dinner."

"Hum!" snape snorted coldly, "I won't stay even if you invite me."

Sirius stood up and said, "look!"

Maka could not help sighing - it was a problem left over by history. Let alone whether there was any misunderstanding, even if there was no misunderstanding, he didn't think Snape and Sirius would get along.

What's more, Snape is a double agent and really needs to keep a certain distance from the people in the organization.

The job is perfect for him.

"All right, all right! So... Let's start the meeting!" Marca clapped her hands and said loudly, "Professor Snape, read the secret report first..."