Chapter 851: The Broom Room

In terms of flying skills, Harry is indeed much better than Ivan.

There was no danger on the way back, but Moody kept changing routes, making everyone unbearably cold.

Ivan hugged Harry from behind. He didn't have to control the broom, but he didn't have the mind to think about other things now.

In the dark night, the cold wind blows head-on, and the temperature is much lower than when they came.

Ivan narrowed his eyes tightly, his ears hurt from the cold, and he could feel that Harry's body was also frozen.

Compared with this unbearable flight, he prefers the feeling of using apparition, and even floo powder travel is much better than this.

It may not be comfortable to walk around in the fireplace, but at least it is warm and warm by the flames.

Above them, Kingsley flew flickeringly around them, his bald head and earrings glimmering in the moonlight.

Tonks has been following the two on the right, and put away the wand that was raised high.

Aiwen has no doubt that if a group of Death Eaters flew head-on at this time, they would have no resistance at all.

"Turning southwest, we'd better turn back the way we came and make sure we're not being followed!" Moody exclaimed.

"Are you crazy, Mad-Eye?" Tonks screamed, swishing past Alvin and Harry. "We're freezing on broomsticks. If we keep going off course like this, we'll probably be in the next week or so." We can't even get there. Besides, we're almost there!"

"It's time to start landing!" Kingsley said.

"Okay, land!" Moody said sullenly.

"This is..." Harry trembled, looking around.

The faces of the surrounding houses are gloomy, looking like they are repelling people thousands of miles away. Some homes had broken windows that gleamed poorly in the streetlights, many had peeling paint on the doors and several had litter piled on the front steps.

He had been to this place, and Sirius had brought them here that Christmas.

But he couldn't find the house, and couldn't remember exactly where it was supposed to be.

In the dark, it seemed that a force was interfering with his memory.

"Yes, the old house of the Black family is now the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix." Ivan whispered.

"What is a Phoenix..."

"Here, read it quickly and keep it in your memory," Moody said gruffly.

He came over, thrust a piece of parchment into Harry's disenchanted hand, and brought his glowing wand closer to illuminate the words on the paper.

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

He had just finished watching, and in front of him, there was a tattered door that popped out of nowhere between numbers 11 and 13.

Along with the rumble, dirty walls and spooky windows followed.

It looked as if an extra house had suddenly swelled, pushing everything out of the way on either side.

No. 12 Grimmauld Place just appeared out of thin air, and the memory of this house also appeared in Harry's mind at once.

He watched all this dumbfounded, feeling incredible.

What surprised him even more was the change inside the old house. During the last visit, this abandoned empty house seemed to have died.

It has an ominous feel to it, everything inside is rotting away.

The long, gloomy hall, with its peeling wallpaper and burnished rugs all around, and those crooked portraits blackened with age, and so many dusty looking sinister of dark magic items.

But now, the house has been completely rejuvenated, with chandeliers and table candlesticks all lit up and resplendent.

Harry walked in after Ivan, and froze in place for a moment, looking at everything in front of him in disbelief.

"We're here!" said Moody, hitting Ivan and Harry on the heads with his wand.

A hot thing flowed down their backs, and the illusion spell was lifted!

"Welcome back, Master Irwin, Master Harry!"

Kreacher, the house-elf in a clean apron, ran by with his slippers, and seemed to be staying there.

"Hello, Kreacher!" Harry whispered, "Thanks..."

With the sound of hurried 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 at a time, with a warm smile on her face.

"You're back, oh, Harry, how good to see you!" she whispered, pulling him into her arms, nearly crushing his ribs, before pushing him away One point, looked at him carefully.

"You look thinner and you need to eat more, but I'm afraid you'll have to wait a while for dinner."

She hugged Ivan again, and turned to the group of wizards behind them.

"He just arrived, and the meeting has already started," Mrs. Weasley urged in a low voice.

The wizards all made sounds of concern and excitement, and began to walk from Ivan and Harry towards the door that Mrs. Weasley had just come out of.

Harry was about to follow when Mrs Weasley pulled him back.

"No, Harry, only members of the Order of the Phoenix are allowed to attend the meeting." Mrs. Weasley said, lowering her voice, "You two go up, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny are all upstairs. Wait until the meeting When it's over, we'll eat."

Keep your voice down when speaking in the hall. Although Kreacher cleaned the whole house, he didn't take down the portrait of Sirius' mother. Mrs. Black's attitude towards everyone has not changed at all.

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

"What the hell is going on here?" Harry whispered, walking up the stairs. "Who does Mrs. Weasley say that is?"

"Probably Dumbledore." Ivan replied, looking at Kreacher who was leading the way in front of them, "I heard from Fred and George that Snape had something important to report tonight, so he Will come here."

"Headmaster is here!" Harry opened his eyes wide, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable.

Dumbledore was here, but wouldn't see him, and he didn't understand why.

What made him feel even more uncomfortable was that Snape was there, and Snape actually came to Sirius' house.

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

Ivan didn't know what Harry was thinking, he said to the house elf in front of him, "Kreacher, where did you get the broomstick you gave me when I set off?"

"There is a broomroom on the top floor, Master Ivan, and there are all kinds of broomsticks in it." Kreacher said, making gestures with his hands, "All of them are left by previous family members, there are many."

"Then can you show me around?"

Aiwen kept thinking about this on the way back. Since he planned to produce flying broomsticks, he wanted to see the collection of broomsticks in the Black family in preparation for future research on new broom products. precise. Browse and read the address: