v2 Chapter 851： Broom

In terms of flying skills, Harry is indeed much better than Ai Wen. The fastest update

There was no danger on the way back, but Moody kept switching the route so that everyone could not stand it.

Ai Wen hugged Harry from behind, he didn't have to control the broom, but now he has no thoughts to consider other things.

The cold wind blowing in the night rushed in, which was much lower than when they came.

Ai Wen narrowed his eyes and his ears were so cold that he could feel Harry's body frozen.

Compared to this unbearable flight, he prefers to use the phantom to feel the shape, and even the flying powder travel is much stronger than this.

It may not be comfortable to turn around in the fireplace, but at least it is hotly baked by the flames.

Above them, Kingsley flew around them, bald heads and earrings flickering in the moonlight.

Tonks has been on the right side of the two people, and the wand that had been raised high has also been collected.

Ai Wen has no doubt that if there is a group of Death Eaters flying at this time, they will not have any resistance.

"Toward the southwest, we'd better get back the same way to make sure it's not being tracked!" Moody said loudly.

"Are you crazy, crazy eyes?" Tonks screamed, screaming more than Avon and Harry. "We are all frozen on the broom. If we keep off the route, probably next week. I can't get it. And, we are almost there!"

"It should be landing!" Kingsley said.

"Okay, land!" Moody said unhappy.

"Here is..." Harry trembled and looked around.

The surrounding houses are gloomy and look like a thousand miles away. Some of the houses' windows were broken, and the street lights shone with bleak light. Many of the doors were peeling off paint, and several front door steps were filled with rubbish.

He has been to this place, just that Christmas, Sirius brought them here.

But he couldn't find the house, and he couldn't remember where it should be.

In the midst of it, it seems that a force is disturbing his memory.

"Yeah, the old house of the Black family is now the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix." Ai Wen whispered.

"What is a phoenix..."

"Hold, read it, remember it," Moody said in a snarl.

He came over and stuffed a piece of parchment into Harry's face, and raised his glowing wand to illuminate the words on the paper.

The Order of the Phoenix Club is located at 12 Grimmauld Place, London.

He had just finished reading, and in front of him, there was a broken door popping out between the 11th and the 13th.

Along with the rumble, the dirty walls and the sinister windows appeared.

It looks like an extra house suddenly swells and squeezes everything on both sides.

The 12th Grimaud Square appeared out of nowhere, and the memory of the house suddenly appeared in Harry's mind.

He looked at it all with a stunned look and it was incredible.

What surprised him even more was the change in the old house. At the last time, this abandoned empty house seemed to be dead.

Gives an ominous feeling that everything in it is rotting.

The long, gloomy foyer, the peeling wallpaper on the walls and the ruined carpet, as well as the portraits that are slanting and darkened by age, and the many dusty looks look evil. Black magic items.

But now, the house has been completely renewed, and the chandeliers and candlesticks on the table have been illuminated.

Harry walked in behind Avon and suddenly squatted in the spot, looking incredulously at everything in front of him.

"We are here!" said Moody, knocking on Avon and Harry's head with a wand.

A hot thing ran down the back of them, and the magical spell was lifted!

"Welcome back, Master Ai Wen, Master Harry!"

Kelce, a house elf in a clean apron, ran with slippers and seemed to be staying here.

"Hello, Kreacher!" Harry whispered, "Thank you..."

With a rush of footsteps, Ron’s mother, Mrs. Weasley, came out of a door at the other end of the hall.

She walked towards them in three steps and two steps, with a warm smile on her face.

"You are back, oh, Harry, it’s so happy to see you!" she whispered, pulling him into his arms, almost smashing his ribs and then pushing him away. One point, I carefully looked at him.

"You look slim, you need to eat more, but I am afraid you have to wait a while to have dinner."

She hugged Ai Wen again and turned to the wizard behind them.

"He just came, the meeting has already begun." Mrs. Weasley whispered.

The wizards made a voice of attention and excitement, and began to walk from the door of Evan and Harry to the door that Mrs. Weasley had just come out.

Harry was about to follow, and Mrs. Weasley pulled him.

"No, Harry, only members of the Order of the Phoenix can participate in the meeting." Mrs. Weasley said, lowering the voice, "You two are going up, Ron, Hermione, Ginny are all upstairs. Wait until the meeting. At the end, we will eat."

Speaking in the hall to lower the voice, although Kreacher cleaned up the entire house, but he did not take the portrait of Sirius's mother, and Mrs. Black's attitude towards everyone has not changed.

Once she wakes her up, it will be a terrible disaster.

"What the **** is going on?" Harry whispered, walking up the stairs. "Mrs. Weasley said who is that person?"

"Probably Dumbledore." Avon replied, looking at Kreacher who led the way in front of them. "I heard Fred and George say that Snape had important things to report tonight, so he only Will come here."

"The principal is here!" Harry widened his eyes and suddenly had a very uncomfortable feeling.

Dumbledore is here, but he refuses to see him. He does not understand why.

What made him feel uncomfortable was Snape, and Snape actually came to the house of Sirius.

He feels like a fool, being kept in the dark by everyone.

Ai Wen didn't know what Harry was thinking. He said to the house elf in front of him, "Klipche, where did you get the broomstick that I gave you when I left?"

"There is a broom on the top floor, Master Ai Wen, who has all kinds of brooms in the sky." Kreacher said, the same as the hand, "all of them were left by the former family members, there are many."

"Can that take me to visit?"

Ivan always thought about this on the way back. Since I was planning to produce a broomstick, he wanted to see the Black family broom collection, and prepare for the study of the new broom product. The information I saw from the book, after all, is not the real thing. accurate.