Chapter 797 (2/2)
”Let's help you,” Tonks said briskly. She and vaseline followed Harry back to the living room and up the stairs, looking around with curiosity and interest.
”The interesting place,” Tonks said, ”is just a little too clean. Do you know what I mean? It's a bit unnatural. Oh, it's better. ” She added as they entered Harry's bedroom and turned on the lights.
Harry's room must be a lot more messy than the others.
For four days he had been in a very emotional state and locked himself in this room.
Harry took the trouble to put this place in order.
Most of the books he owned were cluttered on the floor and he flipped through them himself and threw them aside. Hedwig's cage also needs to be cleaned thoroughly, and now it's starting to smell.
His suitcase lay open on one side, Muggle's clothes and wizard's robes were all over the floor.
Harry began to pick up the books and put them into the box in a hurry. Fanlin wanted to use magic, but since Harry still had trace silk, if he was doing any magic, Fudge would not hesitate to count it on Harry's head.
There is no doubt that this will become very troublesome and Moody's will not allow it at all.
Tonks stopped in front of Harry's open closet and peered critically at her image through the glass.
”You know, I don't think purple really suits me,” she hesitated, trying to tie her long, pointed hair. ”Do you think it makes me look a little bit eye-catching?”
”Well -” said Harry, looking at her over the posters of the British and Irish quiddies national team.
”Maybe you can change colors. It's not hard for you.” Fanlin helplessly said, ”maybe you can come and help.”
”Yes, that's it,” concluded Tonks. She closed her eyes with a tense expression, as if trying to recall something. A second later, her hair turned pink like gum.
”How did you do it?” Harry asked in surprise as Tonks opened his eyes again.
”I'm a shaper,” she says, looking at her image in the mirror and turning her head around so she can see her hair in all directions.
”It means that I can change my appearance as much as I want,” she said after seeing Harry's puzzled expression in the mirror. ”I'm the one born. I got the highest score in camouflage during Auror training, but I didn't learn it at all. It's the best
”Are you a member of Auror Harry was impressed. Becoming a black wizard Hunter after graduating from Hogwarts was the only career Harry had ever considered.
”Yes,” Tonks looked proud. ”So was kensley, even though he was a little more magical than me. I was admitted only a year ago. But I failed in covert operations and tracking. I'm stupid to death. Can you hear me breaking the dishes when we get downstairs
”I warned you, Tonks, but you didn't care.” Said Fanlin.
”I'm just curious.” Tonks chuckled and said, ”you should be as cute as a child, Fanlin...”
”Do you know how to be a shaper?” Harry looked straight at Tonks and completely forgot to pack up.Tonks chuckled.
”I bet you don't mind hiding that scar sometimes, do you?” Her eyes found the lightning shaped scar on Harry's forehead.
”No, I don't mind.” Harry grunted. He turned and walked away. He doesn't like people staring at his scars.
”Well, I'm afraid you'll have to work hard,” Tonks said. ”Transfigures, or Animagus, are really rare. They're all born, not made. Most sorcerers rely on wands or potions to change their shape. But we can change if we want. Harry, I think our task now is to pack
She looked around at the messy floor and added with a guilty heart.
”Oh, yes,” Harry picked up some more books and put them into the box.
”Don't be silly. I'll do the packing much faster.” Tonks cried, while her wand made a long, wavy sweep across the floor. Books, clothes, binoculars, and almost everything else flew into the air and into the suitcase.
”Why doesn't moody allow me to use magic.” Fanlin said discontentedly.
”Because I am Auror!” Said Tonks, rather triumphantly.
”It doesn't seem very neat,” Tonks said as she went up to the top of the suitcase and looked at the chaos inside. ”My mother had the knack of keeping things in place - she could even make socks fold themselves - but I never knew how she did it - it was a quick tap.” Tonks flicked her wand with hope and speed.
One of Harry's socks made a feeble swing and then flopped back to the top of the chaotic box.
”Ha, good,” Tonks slammed the lid of the box closed. ”At least they're all in. That also needs a little cleaning. ” She points her wand at Hedwig's cage.
With the surge of magic, several feathers and bird droppings disappeared.
”Yes. The ones I never hated to do better - the ones I spent on housekeeping. OK - did you bring everything with you? Gas cooker? Broom? WOW! It was a thunderbolt broom - ”
as they sat on the broom Harry was holding in his right hand, Tonks' eyes widened. It was Harry's pride and joy, a gift from Sirius. It was an international standard Cadiz broom.
”I'm still on comet 20, which is something that only rich guys like Sirius can do.” Next, is the wand still in your jeans? Are our butts safe? OK, let's go. ”
Harry's suitcase floated a few inches in the air. Tonks' wand is like a conductor's baton, and Tonks lets the suitcase spiral through the room and out in front of them, with Hedwig's cage in her left hand.
”She's a little off the line, isn't she?” Harry said, stupidly.
”If you get in touch with more, you'll get used to it, I promise.” Van Lin nodded. ”And Animagus, it's not as hard as you think, but in your current state, it's likely to become something that you don't want.”
”What would it be?”
”I don't know. Maybe it's a stag, maybe it's a snake...”
”Snake?” Harry exclaimed, ”it's not that Animagus is the image of his patron saint. How could it be a snake...”
But soon Harry stopped talking. Naturally, Harry also understood why van Lin was doing this
By the time he got back into the kitchen, moody had put his eyes back in, and the magic eye spun so fast after cleaning that Harry felt a fit of nausea when he looked at it. Kensley shacklebert and Sturgis podmer were checking the microwave oven, while Hesta Jones was rummaging through a drawer, laughing at a potato peeler when she came over. Professor Lu Ping is writing a letter to the Dursleys.