Chapter 1066 (1/2)

”Looking forward to it?”

”Of course.” Harry nodded in response to van Lin's question.

To leave the Dursleys and come to the burrow, or the ancestral home of the Black family, is his dream. But, obviously, Harry prefers the burrow. Compared with the atmosphere of the Black family ancestral home, Harry is more comfortable in Ron's house.

In fact, considering the security, it is obviously unreasonable to regard the headquarters of the order of Phoenix as the object of strict supervision of the Ministry of magic. And out of Voldemort such a big thing, let Harry himself in Muggle world is obviously not a reliable idea, of course, burrow has become a good choice.

Without going further, several people went into the back door of the burrow, where there were old-fashioned high boots and rusty old crucibles, which were familiar to both van Lin and Harry. Harry could even hear the chirping of sleepy chickens coming from the henhouse in the distance.

This once made Harry feel a little dreamy, but in some ways, it seemed incomparably real, such as van Lin standing beside him, or Dumbledore walking forward.

Dumbledore knocked three times on the door, and then Harry saw a sudden movement behind the kitchen window.

”Who is it?” Asked a nervous voice. Harry recognized Mrs. Weasley. ”Name it!”

”It's me, Dumbledore. We're back.”

The door opened immediately. The stout Mrs. Weasley stood there in an old green nightgown.

”Harry, my dear! My God, Albus, you have frightened me. Don't you say that you and van Lin can't come back until dawn? ”

”We are lucky,” Dumbledore crossed the threshold. ”Srahorn is easier to convince than I thought. Harry helped, of course. Ah, Hello, nefadera

Harry looked around the room and found that although it was late, Mrs. Weasley was not alone. At the table sat a young witch with a heart-shaped face, pale and holding a large cup in her hand.

”Hello, Professor,” she said. ”Hello, Harry, and van Lin.”

”Hi, Tonks.” Harry thought she looked haggard, even sickly, and had a reluctant smile. Without her usual bubbly pink hair, she didn't look as radiant as before.

Harry wanted to say something, but Vaseline took the lead in holding him and motioning him not to speak more, which made Harry a little incomprehensible, but then Tonks made Harry more confused.

”It's time for me to go,” Tonks said quickly, standing up and draped his cape over his shoulders. ”Thank you for your tea and your sympathy, Molly.”

”Oh, please don't go for my sake,” Dumbledore said politely. ”I won't be long. I have something urgent to discuss with Rufus scriinger.”

”No, no, I really have to go,” Tonks avoided Dumbledore's eyes. ”Good night --”

”honey, come over for dinner on the weekend. Remus and crazy eye are coming here --”

”No, really, Molly Anyway, thank you Good night, everyone. ”

Tonks walked quickly past dumbley and walked out of the door without looking back. After a few steps out of the door, he disappeared into the thin air, which made him look like he was granted an amnesty? Get out of here?

Harry was puzzled, and he noticed that Mrs. Weasley seemed to have something on her mind.

”Well, we'll see you at Hogwarts, Harry, Valentine,” Dumbledore said. ”Take care of yourself. Molly, I'm always at your beck

Dumbledore bowed to Mrs. Weasley and, like Tonks, disappeared in almost the same place. Mrs. Weasley closed the door, pulled Harry into the light of the lantern, put her hands on Harry's shoulders and studied him carefully.

”You're like Ron,” she sighed, looking up and down at him. ”It's like you're all under the stretch spell. I swear Ron is four inches bigger than when I bought him a robe last time. Are you hungry, Harry

”Yes,” Harry suddenly realized how hungry he was. ”Sit down, honey. I'll get something to eat.”

Harry was sitting, and a cat with ginger hair and a big flat face sprang up to van Lin's knee and curled up and purred. ”So Hermione is here, too?” He scratched happily behind the ear of crook hill.

”Of course...” Van Lin rolled his eyes. ”In fact, Hermione and I just arrived here the day before yesterday. Compared with Modric 12, the burrow is more suitable for us to appear here. After all, Voldemort has returned, and we are on the opposite side. We always have to give some information to the Ministry of magic.”

”Your message...”

”The burrow is protected by the Ministry of magic.” ”We have to do something for the Ministry of magic, or they won't even find a place to fight,” said Van Lin, rubbing the big head of Mount kruck

”So, this is the order of the Phoenix...””Oh, it's just a branch. In fact, it's similar to the headquarters. After all, some of the things on the top are decided here, and Sirius...” Van Lin looked at Mrs. Weasley. ”Some secrets are still left to Sirius, for example...”

Mrs. Weasley's voice was a little louder. She struck a large iron can with her wand: it jumped on the stove with a bang and immediately began to bubble.

”As a matter of fact, we didn't expect you to arrive in a few hours. Holding - ”

in mid air, the tin pot flew up to Harry and tilted over; Mrs. Weasley pushed a bowl and caught the thick onion soup poured out of the jar, still steaming hot. Similarly, Mrs. Weasley took another bowl for van Lin.

”Bread, dear?”

”Thank you, Mrs. Weasley.” She raised her wand and waved; a piece of bread and a knife landed gracefully on the table. The bread was cut automatically, and the jar returned to the stove, so Mrs. Weasley naturally sat opposite Harry.

It's obviously impossible for Harry to continue talking with van Lin, but Harry knows Mrs. Weasley's attitude. To be exact, it is forbidden to talk to Harry about the topic of the order of the Phoenix?

”Oh, thank you, Mrs. Weasley.” Van Lim took a piece of bread, then took a bite, and made an attitude of not admitting to what he had said before.

Harry also knows how to drink soup in silence. Mrs. Weasley is sitting opposite. Can't she expect them to talk about Dumbledore's plan here?

”So you convinced Horace slahorn to take the job?”

Harry's mouth was full of hot soup, so he just nodded.

”He taught Arthur and me,” said Mrs. Weasley. ”He used to teach at Hogwarts for a long time. I think he went to Hogwarts with Dumbledore. What do you think of him

Harry's mouth was now full of bread again, so he shrugged and moved his head uncertainly.