Chapter 787 Nymphadora Tonks

Harry could hardly believe this was happening. There had been no news for four weeks, no sign of a plan to take him away from Privet Drive, and suddenly a large group of wizards stood in the house with no surprise, as if this was a plan that had been drawn up long ago.

He glanced at the people surrounding Fan Lin and Lu Ping. They were still staring at him eagerly. He was extremely shy about the fact that he hadn't brushed his hair in four days.

"I mean - you're really lucky because the Dursleys are out," he said vaguely.

"Lucky, ha!" said the purple-haired witch, "I lured them out in a way. I sent them a letter through the Muggle post office, telling them that they had been nominated to participate in the flattest competition in England. Suburban turf competition. As soon as they hear there's a prize money offered, they hit the ground running, or they think they're the winner."

Harry briefly imagined what Uncle Vernon's face would look like when he learned that there was no competition for the smoothest suburban lawn in England.

"We're leaving, aren't we?" Harry asked. "Soon?"

"Almost immediately," Fanlin replied, "we're just waiting for everything to clear up."

"Where are we going? Is it Barrow?" Harry asked hopefully.

"No, it's not Barrow," Lupine said as he led Harry towards the kitchen. The small group of wizards followed behind, still staring at Harry curiously. "That would be too risky. We are going somewhere we can't. Detection headquarters. That will take a while."

Mad-Eye Moody was currently sitting at the kitchen table, sipping from a small water bottle. His magic eyes were swiveling in all directions, carefully looking at the various utensils that the Dursleys had painstakingly collected.

"This is Moody, Harry," Lupine continued, pointing at Moody. "Yes, I know," Harry replied uncomfortably.

It felt rather odd to be introduced to someone he thought he'd known for a year.

"And this is Nymphadora-"

"Don't call me Nymphadora, Remus," the young witch said, shaking. "My name is Tonks."

"Nymphadora Tonks only likes people who know her last name." Lupine finished.

"What would you do if your stupid mother named you Nymphadora," Tonks complained softly.

"This is Kensley Shacklebolt," Lupine introduced, pointing to the tall black wizard, who bowed.

"Elphias Doug," the panting old wizard nodded.

"This is Darius Diegel——"

"We have met before," exclaimed the excited Diggle, taking off his purple top hat.

"Emily Vance." This was a solemn-looking witch wearing an emerald scarf. She nodded.

"Sturgis Podmer." A wizard with straw-colored hair and a square chin blinked.

"Next is Hesta Jones." A witch with pink cheeks and black hair walked out from beside Moody.

Harry nodded awkwardly at each person as they were introduced. He wished the guys would look at something other than staring at him as if he had suddenly become a stage clown. He also wondered why so many people were here.

"As for this one..." Lupine said.

"Fanlin Al." Harry said quickly.

"I think so. I don't need to introduce this." Professor Lu Ping smiled.

"But, I still want to ask, you... no, why did you..."

"A surprising number of wizards have volunteered to pick you up," Lupine seemed to be able to read Harry's thoughts, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Yes, it's good, but it can be better," Moody said in the darkness. "We are your bodyguards, Potter."

"We just have to wait for a signal to tell us it's safe to leave," Lupine continued and quickly glanced out the kitchen window, "It will take us about 5 minutes to get there."

"These Muggles are very clean, aren't they?" Tonks said in surprise, looking around the kitchen with very curious eyes. "My father is Muggle, but he's a complete slacker. I guess that's different, maybe wizards aren't born to do that."

"Well - yes," Harry said, "Look -" he turned his back to Lupine, "What's next? I haven't heard anything from anyone. How is Voldemort?"

Several wizards and witches made strange hissing noises, Darius Diggle took off his hat again, and Moody shouted "Shut up!"

"What?" Harry asked.

"It's nothing, it's still the same." Fan Lin said quickly, but Moody immediately glared at him.

Well, Fan Lin knew that he had made a mistake again, so speak less. This was the instruction given by the person in charge.

"We can't discuss anything here, it's too dangerous," Moody said, turning his normal eye on Harry. His Eye was still focused on the ceiling. "Curse it," he added angrily, placing a hand on it. "Ever since that bastard took it - it's become unbearable."

Then with a sickening sound like a diver being dragged out of a pool, Moody pulled out the Eye.

"Moody, do you know that's annoying," Tonks protested with great displeasure. "Can you give me a glass of water, Harry," Moody requested.

Harry walked through the dishwasher, took out a clean cup and filled it with water in the sink, while the wizards were still looking at him eagerly. Their merciless stares were already beginning to bother Harry.

"Excellent," Harry said as he handed Moody the cup. Moody immersed the magic eye in the water and pressed it to sink and float. The magic eye rotated rapidly and stared at them from all angles.

"I need a three hundred and sixty degree view on the way back."

"How do we get back - and where are we going?" Harry asked. "On a broomstick," said Lupine, "that's the only way. You're too young to teleport, and while they're monitoring the fireplace network, setting up a manual portkey means nothing to us. "

"Remus said you were an excellent Quidditch player," Kensley Shacklebolt said in his deep voice.

"He's the best," said Lupine, checking his watch. "Anyway, you'd better go up and pack, Harry, and we'll have to be ready to leave at the signal."

"We're here to help you," Tonks said briskly. She and Fan Lin followed Harry back to the living room and upstairs, looking around with curiosity and interest along the way.

"The funny thing," said Tonks, "is that it's a little too clean. You know what I mean? A little unnatural. Oh, it's better this way." She said as they entered Harry's bedroom and turned on the light. added.

Harry's room was definitely messier than the other rooms.

For four days he had been in an extraordinary mood and had shut himself up in this room.

Harry worked tirelessly to tidy up the place.

Most of the books he owned were piled haphazardly on the floor, which he read and then tossed aside. Hedwig's cage also needs a good cleaning and is starting to smell.

His suitcase lay open to the side, Muggle clothes and wizarding robes tangled in a mess, and all over the floor.

Harry began to pick up the books and hurriedly stuffed them into the box. Fanlin really wanted to use magic, but since Harry still had traces on him, if he was casting any magic, Fudge would not hesitate to figure it out. Li's head.

There is no doubt that this would become very troublesome and Moody's simply would not allow it.

Tonks stopped in front of Harry's open wardrobe and looked critically at her own image in the glass inside.

"You know, I don't think purple really suits me," she said hesitantly, trying to tie her long, spiky hair back. "Do you think it makes me look a little bit conspicuous?"

"Well -" Harry said, looking at her over the poster of the Quidditch team of Great Britain and Ireland.

"Maybe you can change the color. It's not difficult for you." Fan Lin said helplessly, "Maybe you can come over and help."

"Yes, that's it," Tonks concluded. She closed her eyes with a nervous expression as if she was trying to remember something. A second later, her hair turned gum pink.

"How did you do that?" Harry asked in surprise when Tonks opened her eyes again.

"I'm a shapeshifter," she said, looking at her reflection in the mirror and turning her head this way and that so she could see her hair from all directions.

"This means that I can change my appearance at will," she added after seeing Harry's confused expression in the mirror, "I was born that way. During my training as an Auror, I failed in the disguise project. Top marks, but I didn’t study at all, and this is the best.”

"Are you a member of the Aurors?" Harry was impressed. Becoming a dark wizard hunter after graduating from Hogwarts was the only career Harry had ever considered.

"Yes," Tonks looked proud, "and so does Kensley, although his magic is a bit higher than mine. I was only allowed to join a year ago. But I failed completely at covert operations and tracking. I Stupid as hell, did you hear the sound of me breaking the plate when we got downstairs?"

"I warned you, Tonks, but you didn't pay attention." Fan Lin said.

"I'm just curious." Tonks said with a smile, "You should be as cute as a child, Fanlin..."

"Do you know how to be a shapeshifter?" Harry looked directly at Tonks, completely forgetting to pack his things.

Tonks chuckled.

"I bet you don't mind hiding that scar sometimes, right?" Her eyes found the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead.

"No, I don't mind," Harry muttered, turning and walking away. He didn't like people staring at his scars.

"Well, I'm afraid you're going to have to learn the hard way," Tonks said. "Shapeshifters, the Animagus, are really rare. They're all born, not man-made. The vast majority of them are Wizards have to rely on wands or potions to change their appearance. But we can change it if we want. Harry, I think our task now is to pack up."

She looked at the messy floor around her and added guiltily.

"Oh, yes," Harry grabbed a few more books and stuffed them into the trunk.

"Don't be stupid, I'll do the packing much faster!" Tonks yelled, making a long, wavy sweeping motion on the floor with her wand. Books, clothes, binoculars and almost everything flew into the air and flew into the suitcase.

"Why doesn't Moody allow me to use magic?" Fan Lin said dissatisfied.

"Because I'm an Auror!" Tonks said proudly.

"It doesn't seem very tidy," Tonks said as she walked over the suitcase and looked at the chaos inside. "My mother has mastered this spell. She can make things fall neatly into the right place - she Even able to make the socks fold up on themselves - but I never got the hang of how she did it - it was a quick flick -' Tonks flicked her wand hopefully.

One of Harry's socks made a feeble swinging motion, then plopped back down to the top of the tangled box.

"Huh, good," Tonks said, slamming the lid shut, "At least they're all in there. That one needs a bit of cleaning, too." She pointed her wand at Hedwig's cage.

With the surge of magic power, several feathers and bird droppings disappeared.

"Okay. Do better this time - I never bothered to remember those pesky housekeeping spells. Okay - did you bring everything? The gas pan? The broom? Wow! That's a Thunderbolt. broom--"

Tonks' eyes widened as they sat down on the broom held in Harry's right hand. It was Harry's pride and joy, a gift from Sirius, an international standard Quidditch broom.

"I'm still flying on Comet 0. Only guys with deep pockets like Sirius would do this." Tonks said enviously, "Next, are the wands still in your jeans? Our butts are all safe. ? Okay, let’s go.”

Harry's suitcase floated several inches in the air. Tonks' wand was like an orchestra conductor's baton, and Tonks let the suitcase spiral across the room and out ahead of them, Hedwig's cage clutched in her left hand.

"She's a little off, isn't she?" Harry said blankly.

"If you come in contact with them more, you will develop a habit, I promise." Fan Lin nodded, "And Animagus, this is not as difficult as you think, but in your current state, it is very difficult. It’s possible that what it turns into is not what you wanted.”

"What will it be?"

"I don't know, maybe a stag, maybe a snake..."

"Snake?" Harry was surprised, "If Animagus is not the image of his patron saint, how could it be a snake..."

But Harry soon stopped talking. Naturally, Harry also understood why Fan Lin was doing this...

By the time he returned to the kitchen Moody had replaced his eye, which was spinning so fast after cleaning that Harry felt sick as he looked at it. Kensley Shacklebolt and Sturgis Podmer were checking the microwave, and Hesta Jones was rummaging through a drawer, still looking at a potato when she came over. The peeler couldn't stop laughing. Professor Lupine is writing a letter to the Dursleys. (To be continued)