v2 Chapter 846： The Wizards of the Order of the Phoenix

Ai Wen walked downstairs with Moody. There were already seven or eight people waiting in the hall, and each person had a broom in his hand.

"These are all guards. I think the more the number, the better..." Moody said that the magic eye is turning fast. "Time is too hasty. Many people have other things. There is no way to pull them over. You know, we Originally intended to **** Harry to the train station at the end of the summer vacation."

Looking at him, people can't help but suspect that a group of Death Eaters will lie in front of the door waiting for them.

Ai Wen saw everyone in the hall turning around and staring at himself, with a kind smile on his face.

"How have you been recently, Avon?" a witch said enthusiastically, pulling Avon, who had just stepped down the stairs.

She has shiny black eyes, and a spike-like short hair is a bright purple.

"Hello, Tonks!" Evan hurriedly said that he had seen her in Lupin's office before.

"It's still so polite, everyone is very interested in you, I will introduce you to you." Tonks said, put Ai Wen in front of everyone, "This is Avon Mason, you should have heard it, famous. Little wizard, the star of hope in the magic world!"

Ai Wen really hopes that she will not praise herself, the word is too dazzling.

When the article "The Daily Prophet" was published, it caused a sudden public opinion and talked for a long time.

Of course, that is the past tense. Avon is now a dangerous little madman in the eyes of the mainstream society.

Next, Ai Wen met Kingsley Shaker, who met with Mr. Weasley in the Ministry of Magic a few years ago.

This is a tall, dark-skinned wizard who seems to have a strong power and is trustworthy.

And Efia Dogo, a gentleman who is a gentleman.

Dedalo Dige, wearing a purple top hat on his head, spoke in a whisper.

Emiline Vance, a witch with a dark green shawl and dignified elegance.

Stoic Podmore, a chin wizard with a thick straw-colored hair.

Hays Jia Jones, a witch with black hair and cheeks.

They are all core members of the Order of the Phoenix, have strong combat effectiveness, and stand in front of the first line against the Death Eaters.

Ai Wen greeted them one by one and wrote down the appearances of several people. There are many opportunities for cooperation in the future.

"We'd better hurry!" Moody said, picking up two asymmetric eyes, Ai Wen. "We took Harry's Muggle relatives out, so that we can pick him up, count the time, they should be almost now. Departed, we will take Harry away before they return."

One of his eyes was small and dark, his eyes were bright, and the other eye was big and round, sparkling with a blue light.

This magical eye can see through the walls, the door and Moody's own head.

"I did it, lest they get in the way," Tonks said proudly. "I sent them a letter through the Muggle Post Office saying they were shortlisted in the Best Suburban Lawn Grand Prix in England. They are now rushing. Go to the award, or think you are going to receive the prize."

Ivan can imagine that when the Dursleys rushed to the award-winning place, they found that the award was simply empty.

This is really necessary. Every time Ivan visits the Dursleys, it is a storm to meet him.

It is a good thing for both parties not to be at home. At the very least, Dudley does not need to have another pig tail this year.

"You and Harry can't use magic outside the school, and the fly-net is monitored. For the sake of insurance, we broom through the sky." Moody asked. "In addition to the guards, there are people outside to signal to make sure everything is done." Safe. Right, how are you flying?"

"Not very good, but it should be able to keep up." Ai Wen honestly said that because of fear of heights, he was really bad on the flight.

He prefers phantom appearance compared to flying, but there is no need to say it.

This is not foreign, he is best not to use magic, although Ai Wen has the confidence to hide his own traces of casting.

"Do you have your own flying broom?" Tonks asked, noting that Aiwen was empty, "If you don't have one, you can ride a broom with me."

Ai Wen has a light wheel 2001, but has never been turned over under the bed.

"Master Ai Wen, this is the broomstick that Old Kreacher prepared for you."

The domestic elf suddenly appeared, holding a thin and long broomstick and handing it to Ai Wen, which was shining with silver.

"Thank you, Kreacher!" Ai Wen took over the broomstick, which seemed to be a member of the Black family.

"This house elf is very good at you, it's incredible." Tonks said, looking at Kleiche, who was on Ai Wenqi.

"Ah, this is the moon number, a model produced at the beginning of this century." Dige bent over to look at the flying broom in the hands of Ai Wen, and said with interest, "I used to see this in my grandfather's photo. Broom, performance is very good..."

"Well, there is something to come back and say." Moody said impatiently, leading everyone out. "We must start as soon as possible."

Ai Wen rode on a flying broom and slowly flew up, very stable, and the performance was really good.

He rode the light wheel and the fire arrow. The old broom of the Dumbledore student era is not weaker than the mainstream broom in some designs. Although the flight speed may be slower, many of them are very human. I can't feel the vertigo.

If Harry is here, you can tell him that this broom was designed by Glady Busby in 1901 and is a very small flying broom with a slender handle that ensures it climbs to a higher altitude. It has strong wind resistance and the silver brilliance flashes at the end of the broom.

This flying broom was small in production and expensive in price, and it was a boutique like Firebolt, and it did not take the popular route.

To this day, it has a high collection value, and many people outside are collecting such old brooms at high prices.

If Ivan knows, I will definitely not fly this flying broomstick with a real value of more than 10,000 Jin Jialong to the sky.

Under the guidance of Moody, they suddenly rose, and the clouds and cobweb-like lights flashed at their feet.

Ai Wen and Hermione had seen the night scene of Cairo at the top of the pyramid not long ago, but compared with London, it was a far cry.

He has never seen so many lights coming together, criss-crossing, dotted, extending in all directions.

He was surrounded by the middle of the team and concentrated on controlling the flying broom below.

Under the cover of the night, they avoided the sight of Muggles, and the team did not move very fast.

Moody led them around for a few laps, and when Avon was frozen, he slowly fell and went to the Nuwa Road.

Around them, it is a square garden and a beautiful house.

"We are here!" He flew straight to the lawn on No. 4, Nuwa Road. "It is this house."