94 Diagon Alley

    Mundungus, who has been hanging around like Merlin, came up with an excellent plan: "Why not try a stand-in? Just use compound decoction. Several identical Potters At the same time, the easiest way to hide the eyes, the Death Eaters will never know where he is going."

    Mad-Eye looked at Mundungus with disbelief, as if he had never really known him before: "You're a little brainy."

    "The second difficulty: Harry is not yet an adult, which means he still has traces on him," Kingsley said.

    "Trace, Trace!" said Mad-Eye impatiently, "if Harry, or anyone around him, cast a spell to get him off Privet Drive, Sinkenis and magic The Ministry will know, and so will the Death Eaters."

    "We can fly," Tonks said. "Is there any transportation that doesn't require a spell?"

    "Broomstick, Thestral, and Hagrid's moped." Hagrid hammered down the table with his fist, and everyone's cups emptied for two seconds. Fred touched the old wooden table of the Weasleys distressedly and took a breath.

    "If only my Ford car..." Mr. Weasley glanced at Fred and George and sighed.

    "I can provide two Thestrals." Hagrid stretched out two thick fingers, "I ride a motorcycle myself."

    "The rest use brooms." "You-Know-Who is sure to have two Death Eaters patrolling the skies over Little Whinging, so we're going to have to do our best to protect a whole dozen houses and make them all look like we're going to hide the boy. Like my house."

    “And my house,” Kingsley said.

    "Aunt Muriel's old house is safe too." Mrs Weasley raised her hand.

    "My parents." Tonks said hurriedly, and knocked Lupin's teacup forward, but luckily he sucked it clean with his wand.

     "There are a few more places that Dumbledore arranged before." Moody pinched his fingers and felt that it was enough. "Every Potter must have a protector."

    "We can." Fred and George said in unison.

    "You can pretend to be Potter." Kingsley deftly declined their rash offer. Mrs. Weasley's eyes were staring at Moody, as if he had made a huge, unforgivable mistake by allowing them to attend the meeting.

    "No matter which Death Eaters we meet, their purpose is to capture Potter, not kill him. Dumbledore always said that You-Know-Who wants to kill Potter himself. The most important thing to worry about is the bodyguards, and the Death Eaters will not stay alive when they see the bodyguards." Mad-Eye said. Then he looked at several senior members of the Order of the Phoenix, and quickly determined which wizards would become protectors.

    "Young wizards who are pretending to be Harry have to be prepared," Lupin said, "at least they can't show their flaws in the first place, which will allow the Death Eaters to quickly discover the real Harry ."

    "I'm willing to pretend to be him too," Gwen said. "We know Harry very well."

    "I'm afraid you can't." Mad-Eye stopped Gwen without hesitation, "You have to stay in Diagon Alley, Ollivander's wand shop is our other safe house, and someone has to fly The direction of London - the closest foothold to Black's house - is also where the Death Eaters are most likely to be suspicious."

    "You've got to take care of the key to the Burrow." Tonks spoke to Gwen across Fred and George, "Make sure Harry—or the fake Harry—can be safely Back to headquarters."

    Gwen was slightly disappointed and more worried about Fred and George. Compared to flying in the air and being chased by Death Eaters, guarding broken cans in a shop is far too safe.

    Mad Eye gathered several protectors to discuss the specific route and tactical arrangement, and drove the young people out of the kitchen.

    Worried Gwen touched the goose bumps on the back of his neck and said to the red-haired twins, "Be careful, gentlemen. I think of the snowball you smashed in your third grade. The face of the mysterious person makes me feel very scared."

    "Ah—" Fred and George blush happily, and it took them a few years to figure out something that Quirrell was actually living in the back of his head. Dark Lord.

    "Thank you for reminding us, Gwen." Fred sighed with his eyes closed.

    "This matter is worth taking out and thinking about again and again." George slapped his mouth with relish.

    Falling Warrior

    Saturday night, the warm London summer night wind blows my heart. Gwen opened and closed the store as usual, and like every day this summer, he didn't have a single guest all day.

    Members of the Order of the Phoenix had crept into the wand shop the night before, imposing a thick layer of protection on Diagon Alley - Tonks boasted that "mysters and Death Eaters from any direction No one can enter within a hundred yards of this place."

    After making sure every door and window in Ollivander was locked, Gwen sealed the fireplace in his house, and, gripping his wand in his right hand, set the twins' tattered can on the bench Take a deep breath, stand behind the door and look up at the sky.

    At seven o'clock Harry's Muggle relatives were supposed to move out, which meant he no longer called Privet Drive "home" from that moment on, Mrs Potter said to that The magic of the house no longer works.

    At half past seven, the members of the Order of the Phoenix and the young fake Harrys should be ready to transform. Gwen didn't expect Ron and Hermione to join the team, after all, they were too young. But Hermione used her extraordinary intelligence and the potion level of being able to brew a compound decoction in the second grade, providing the fake Harrys with a high-quality transformation potion, and also providing them with the best recommendation letter for joining.

    Gwen should meet Moody and Mundungus at Diagon Alley, and if all goes well, they will be flying over from Surrey in less than half an hour.

    The only thing that's hard to explain is what Gwen now sees through the dirty shop window, a small, bald wizard sneaking towards Knockturn Alley.

    Gwen, who was in a hurry, looked at the clock, determined that the army had not had time to set off, and quickly took out the telescopic ear to call George.

    "Merlin's old pants, George, I saw Mundungus, shouldn't he be with you now—"

    "He ran away," George said angrily and contemptuously. "Listen, it's too late to talk, Gwen, don't go out and talk to him, I can't trust him. The original plan is still there, you Just stay there and wait for them."

    "Ouch," Furong's delicate voice came, "Bill, don't look at me - I'm ugly."

    "Who's clothes are too big, I have small ones here," Moody yelled over there, too, "Small ones, I have big ones here. Don't forget the glasses, which are in the side pockets. Six pairs of glasses. When you're done, there's luggage in the other pocket."

    See they are busy now. Putting the retractable ears away, Gwen wiped the sweat from his hands and thought. Too bad, before the action started, a mouse-like guy ran away.

    Ten minutes to eight o'clock, there was a burst of explosions of magic spells over Diagon Alley. Gwen cast a disillusionment spell on himself, quickly pushed open the door and stood under the eaves, using the night to cover up his figure, ready to meet Mad-Eye.

    As the seasoned old Auror envisioned, the Death Eaters would definitely choose the Potter, who was particularly skilled at riding a broom. Gwen saw two figures breaking through the clouds flying in his direction from a distance, and several hooded figures hung in the air, forming a huge circle around them. There were screams and dazzling green lights everywhere.

    Again as Moody had expected, Gwen screamed silently in her heart. Voldemort must have thought that the Society of the Phoenix sent the strongest man to guard the real Harry.

    Merlin got angry when he saw it, God, Voldemort can fly like smoke without any tools, no broom, no Thestral, that snake face in the dark Glittering, pale fingers raised the wand again—

    A green light shot straight at Mad-Eye's face.

    And "Harry", who was half a body faster than him, slammed over and hung upside down on his broom, and then slammed Moody into the air, allowing him to escape Voldemort's attack.

    The snake-like man chased after him, firing a thrilling death curse one after another. The old Auror and "Harry", who had escaped once, were no longer lucky. They lost their balance and fell hard from the broom.

    In the air came the screaming laughter of Death Eaters, and Voldemort's terrifying threat: "Take your wand, Potter, and confront me-"

    A little further down, just a little. Gwen prayed. As long as they landed another five meters, they could meet the barriers of the curse of the Order of the Phoenix. I hope these curses can deal with Voldemort.

    "Coward - coward - Arvada -" Voldemort turned his head down, already face to face with the falling "Harry".

    "He's a fake--they found the real Potter--with the filthy giant," said a harsh voice.

    Just as Voldemort was about to quickly kill the fake Harry and turned to find his true nemesis, Moody cast a surprisingly powerful blast spell on the Death Eaters and their heads. The ground below shook, and Gwen stumbled to the ground. The two people in the air successfully entered the barrier of the Order of the Phoenix through the aftermath of the explosion. The dark wizards were unable to break through the protective layer for a while, and the few who were not seriously injured simply rushed in the other direction with their masters.

    Gwen ran to the place where Mad-Eye and "Harry" fell, and quickly caught them with a cushion charm.

    Moody was covered in blood and burns, and there was no good place. The fake Harry who was blocked by him still had a human form.

    “What is the most common dinner at headquarters?