Chapter 626 Turbulence

"It'll be okay..."

Molly sat down next to her and put her arms around Tonks, who was full of worry. "We all know that the target of the mysterious man is the Ministry of Magic. Remus will be safe when he leaves this country. Don't worry, Tonks..."

Tonks responded somewhat dullly and did not continue speaking.

Harry thought about it distressedly and found that he really couldn't think of any words of comfort, so he could only stay by his side blankly.

The incandescent lamp quietly shed soft but bright light, illuminating the entire room. As if aware of their depression, George and Fred relaxed their hands and feet and stopped yelling and fiddling while exploring around the room. Ron, who was holding the game cartridges, glanced at them quietly and lowered his voice silently.

Ginny didn't know when she sat next to him and quietly held his hand.

The room was hardly quiet, but Harry felt at ease.

Looking at the depressed Tonks, he suddenly remembered something, blinked twice, and his originally dim eyes became brighter.

Harry silently recalled the usual interactions between Tonks and Professor Lupin. He felt a little annoyed in his heart. He had been in school for a long time and did not notice such interesting things. He wondered if Professor Lupine's expression could still remain the same when he was in love. Stay calm and gentle.

Be sure to make fun of him the next time you meet.

Clear footsteps suddenly came from outside the door, and the thick solid wood door made a slight creaking sound. Several people who were out talking opened the door and walked into the house. Their eyes focused on Harry. Moody nodded and said in a deep voice: "Harry, we have talked to the Dursleys, you can spend your summer vacation there peacefully."

"I...I know." Harry reluctantly let go of the girl's hand, stood up and walked towards the door.

Sirius reached out and patted his shoulder. Without saying anything, he led him to the Dursley's house next door.

Others also got up and followed Harry through the garden path, across the flat road, and arrived at the door of the neighbor's house next door.

The street lights on both sides of the road had already been lit, and the slightly dim and yellowish light illuminated the calm faces of several wizards, casting long shadows on the road.

The three Dursleys were standing by the door. Uncle Vernon looked at the group of people fiercely, his fat face turned deep purple, but he didn't say anything. All that needed to be said was said in the previous conversation. Aunt Petunia looked frightened and embarrassed. Her eyes fell on Harry, but she didn't want to meet his eyes and looked around frequently.

Dudley tried his best to huddle behind Vernon, carefully inhaling and tucking his stomach to avoid being noticed by other wizards.

There is no doubt that he failed, and his funny appearance made him even more eye-catching.

For some reason, Harry felt a little sorry when he saw the three people standing close together.

"Listen, Potter..." Moody cleared his throat and pushed up his bowler hat, deliberately revealing the terrifying magic eye. "If you need anything, just shout. We've been arranged nearby." If there is no news from you for three consecutive days, the security personnel will come to investigate the situation! "

The Dursleys looked a little sad, but they were not surprised.

"Okay." Harry responded softly, turning to say goodbye to his friends.

"Harry, we'll get you out of there as soon as possible," Molly said softly, hugging him again.

"We'll meet soon, mate." Ron shook his hand vigorously.

"It'll be really quick, Harry." Ginny said seriously, "We promise."

"..."

Harry watched them return to the next door, looked at the green firelight rising from the window, recalled the tranquility not long ago, and silently stepped into the door of the Dursleys' house.

Vernon and Dudley quickly stepped back and distanced themselves from him, as if they were guarding against some terrible ancient virus. Aunt Petunia sighed: "Your room has been packed out, and it's still the same room on the second floor."

Harry looked at her uneasy expression and felt a little uncomfortable: "Thank you, Aunt Petunia."

…

There is something special about the summer vacation of fifth grade.

The exams have ended, and the elective courses for the sixth year have not yet been determined. There is no messy summer homework, just because they need to keep an eye on Voldemort's news and wait for the exam results. They do not plan to travel to other places, and they only have a few entertainment activities at home every day. Sample.

In the morning, I trimmed the flowers and plants in the backyard while the sun was still not strong. After lunch, I read the TV and newspapers, watched two movies, and at dusk, I watered the flowers and plants. The day passed like this.

Fortunately, with Hermione by his side, nothing was boring, even sitting together in a daze was infinitely fun.

On an ordinary midsummer night, a charcoal fire was lit in the backyard of Granger's house, and the aroma of grilled meat gradually spread.

Loren held a plate of freshly baked tender beef and a cold Coke in his hand, and sat down next to the girl: "Hermione, don't be in a daze, try this!"

The little witch refocused her slightly distracted eyes, looked at his face, and then at the tempting plate of barbecue. A strange feeling surged through her body, prompting her to cover her mouth quickly: "Hiccup..."

Hermione shook her head in embarrassment. Before she could say her rejection, the man had already considerately fed him the roasted meat cut into small pieces.

The rich aroma of meat hit her nostrils. Hermione felt her swollen belly and looked up at him.

"Ah——" Loren's eyes were shining, making it really hard to refuse.

Hermione could only open her mouth helplessly: "Ah no."

The dipping sauce is salty and slightly spicy, the outer layer is slightly browned, the texture is firm, and the inner layer is soft and tender.

Lemon juice is added when marinating the meat, and the astringency is removed by the charcoal fire, leaving only a slightly sour fragrance and not greasy at all.

Hermione felt a little melancholy.

After swallowing the roast in her mouth, Hermione quickly pushed the roast over: "You eat, you eat, my stomach is already full."

"Okay, then you take a rest and I'll bake it for you later." Loren felt a little regretful. The pleasure of feeding his sweetheart even exceeded the food itself, but it was a pity that the girl's appetite was too small.

Loren chewed the barbecue in his mouth and muttered, "Save the remaining meat for tomorrow's lunch. It will be delicious if you add some vegetables and fry it..."

"..."

Hermione looked up at the night sky, feeling a little melancholy again.

"When did you say our transcripts would be sent..." Before Hermione could finish her words, she was fed another piece of barbecue.

Loren looked at her seriously: "Don't mention the exam when you are so happy."

Hermione didn't dare to say anything and chewed silently.

"..."

After eating and drinking, Loren wanted to lie down and watch the stars, but Hermione refused and forced him to go for a walk. She grabbed two bottles of cold Coke and held his little hands, like an ordinary middle school couple. Hermione sent him home, and as she was walking back, she remembered to count the calories in Coke.

Melancholy, very melancholy.

…

New York, JFK International Airport.

Night time.

The airport was as busy as ever, with passengers queuing up to check in and board the plane, and an endless stream of planes taking off and landing in an orderly manner on the wide and flat apron. The hum of the engines covered up some unusual sounds, and the airport security personnel did not notice it. In the remote abandoned low-rise building not far away, bursts of air bursting sounds continued to sound.

"Greyback!"

A man wearing a gray magic robe suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor, staring at an unoccupied corner. His voice was calm and solemn, with a hint of majesty.

Then there was a series of air explosions next to them, and the Aurors and werewolf wizards from MACUSA finally arrived, exchanged glances with each other, and began to seal off the entire low building.

The air in the uninhabited corner seemed to fluctuate. The breeze blew through, causing transparent ripples. The ripples vaguely showed the outline of a human figure. The colors appeared bit by bit, and finally a sinister figure was revealed.

"This robe makes me uncomfortable and slows down my movements."

Greyback twisted his neck and grinned an evil and ferocious smile. There were aphthous ulcers on the corners of his mouth, and his sharp teeth were completely unhuman. "I recognize you. You look just like your father. Lupin, chasing you like a hyena." I won’t let go, you nasty piece of shit!”

"Take you to prison, and I won't chase you." Lu Ping narrowed his eyes, his voice gentle but filled with a chill.

"What, are you going to show me your claws?" Greyback chuckled twice, and like a wild beast combing its hair, he used his sharp nails to smooth out the tangled gray hair and beard, scratching the Hooded cloak.

The fierce posture made people feel frightened. Some werewolf wizards looked up at the dim sky outside the window and whispered to each other.

"I remember tonight is not a full moon night, right?"

"Why does he seem to be able to transform at any time?"

Lupine observed the nearby environment and estimated when the Aurors from the Magical Congress outside could completely seal off the scene and disperse the dense Muggle crowd: "I am not like you, Greyback. I am a human and a wizard."

"Perhaps a long time ago...but now, can these words deceive yourself?"

Greyback made a beast-like sound of the air being squeezed out of his throat, like a low roar, "I still remember the night we first met, you were still a delicate child, lying on the bed, thinking about the tragic fate that was about to come. No clue.”

"Yeah?"

"Yes, I remember that the meat on your body is very tender, the bones are brittle, and it smells great!" Greyback gritted his teeth, his voice making people shudder, and he asked again, "Your father is dead Come on, did you cry out in pain before you died, confessing that your fate was all caused by him? "

"I'm proud of my father." Lu Ping's voice became colder. "He saw through your ugly and despicable disguise and saw that there was an inhuman beast under the human skin. The only thing he regretted was not executing that beast in time. brute!"

"I never deny that!"

Greyback smiled sarcastically, "I gave up my weak humanity a long time ago and enjoyed the joy brought by the wild. You will never imagine that when my claws and teeth pierced those fragile flesh and sucked the fresh and warm The blood, hiss..."

He closed his eyes and took a deep, shuddering breath, as if recalling that feeling.

A slight vibration suddenly sounded. The MAC Auror took out a black box from his pocket and checked it twice. He quickly stepped forward and whispered to Lupin: "Sir, the people outside have been dispersed and the building has been sealed off. , there is also a temporary alchemy circle that prohibits all teleportation magic."

Lupine looked at the Death Eater opposite, his eyes showing some seriousness, he raised his wand and said calmly: "The pain you inflict on others will eventually come back to you. I hope you can repent before you die!"

"Do you think you're the only one stalling for time?" Greyback laughed wildly and waved his wand violently, "It's you who should regret it!"

The surging magic power collided together, and the whole building was faintly shaking.

…

London, 10 Downing Street.

The diligent Prime Minister came to the office and saw his right-hand assistant Kingsley Shacklebolt and Assistant Minister Herbert Jolai sitting together. The Prime Minister's eyelids twitched slightly until the two greeted him with a smile. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and walked smoothly into the room.

Close the door and lock it.

First, after turning around, he immediately looked at the portrait oil painting hanging in the corner. The ugly man in the frame had his eyelids drooped and seemed to be still asleep. It seemed that there was no urgent news from the magical world.

"A peaceful morning..."

The Prime Minister breathed a sigh of relief and sat down behind the desk. His right-hand assistant Kingsley had neatly arranged the documents to be processed today. Facing the thick stack of documents, before starting a busy day of work, he chose Turn on the radio and relax a little.

This country has a special intelligence agency to collect information for him, but the perspectives of the intelligence agency and the mass media are completely different, and the latter can better distance him from the people.

After a brief sound of electricity, a clear female voice sounded from the speaker.

Just in time for the morning news.

BBC News: "On the evening of July 17, an accident occurred on the international flight TWA Flight 800 to Paris. The following is a detailed report..."

"The Boeing 747 passenger plane arrived at New York's John F. Kennedy International Airport at 17:00 p.m. After undergoing normal maintenance procedures, it left the tarmac at 8:14 p.m. and took off after taxiing for about 5 to 10 minutes. There were continuous explosions, the engine was completely destroyed, the entire large passenger plane began to burn violently, and the wreckage was scattered on the water near Long Island, New York..."

"According to the vice president of TWA, there were 210 passengers and 18 crew members on board. After the accident, the FBI, Federal Aviation Administration, U.S. Coast Guard, New York State and City Government and the Police Department quickly responded Commit to rescue work and dispatch a C·130 transport aircraft to drop a large number of life rafts, life buoys, divers and ships to the sea surface where the accident occurred..."

"At 1 a.m. on the 18th, news came from the on-site rescue headquarters. Judging from the scene, all 228 people were killed and no one survived."

The Prime Minister's finger that pressed the FM button trembled slightly, and an uneasy feeling emerged in his heart. He thought about the position for a moment, and finally pressed the call phone on the table: "Kingsley, come to my office."