People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

The lane was lined with neatly trimmed low bushes and bordered by tall hedges. Little Snape and Noah strode along, their long cloaks flapping around their ankles.

"They have already left Hogwarts." The tree branches above Noah's head blocked the moon, and his bright features appeared to be dim and bright. "No one has noticed yet."

Snape nodded, and they turned left, leaving the wooded lane and coming to a straight driveway with a large square mansion at the end.

"Do you really think he'll be satisfied?" Noah snorted, looking at the light coming from the arched glass.

"He has no choice. At least he can't pick a second suitable candidate now." Snape walked around the fountain in front of the house and walked towards the main entrance on the gravel road.

The hallway was dimly lit. A long table was filled with wizards in black cloaks, and above the table was a person hanging upside down.

"Noah, Snape." A hoarse voice came from the first seat, "You are almost late."

They took their assigned seats, and most eyes at the table followed Snape.

"Well?" Voldemort said to him.

Snape glanced at the wizard suspended in the air, then he retracted his gaze and looked at Voldemort, "The Order of the Phoenix plans to transfer Harry Potter next Saturday."

The people around the table were obviously interested. They straightened up and stared at Snape.

Voldemort repeated in a low voice, his blood-red eyes fixed on Snape's black eyes, his gaze as sharp as an awl.

The people around Snape quickly pretended to look away, as if they were worried that they would be stared at by Voldemort.

"Okay, very good." Voldemort showed a strange smile, which came from his lips of different thicknesses.

"Master." A Death Eater named Yaxley leaned forward and everyone turned to him again. "The information I got is different from his."

"An Auror named Dawlish from the Ministry of Magic said they will act on the 30th, when the Savior will turn 17."

Snape sneered, "The person who provided me with the information said that they would spread some false news. Apparently your informant was deceived."

Yaxley hastened to demonstrate his ability. He said hastily, "Master, I assure you that Dawlish looks very confident."

"The Order of the Phoenix will not let the Ministry of Magic get involved. They already believe that we have infiltrated there." Noah pushed the table and moved his chair back a little. He leaned back in the chair and looked at Yaxley and laughed.

Several people at the long table also started laughing.

Voldemort did not laugh, and when Yaxley was about to say something else, he raised his hand to stop him.

"Where are they going to hide the boy?"

"In the home of a member of the Order of the Phoenix."

Voldemort said nothing. He stood up and walked to Yaxley's side, pulling a wand from his cloak.

"Noah, I wonder if you recognize this teacher." He pointed at the wizard above the table and waved gently, and the man gradually woke up.

"Severus?! Save me!" Caridi Burbagi struggled and shouted in a hoarse and frightened voice.

"You probably haven't had her class. She teaches Muggle knowledge at Hogwarts," said Voldemort.

Noah and Snape looked at the professor who was twisting her body and begging desperately, tears welling up from the corners of her eyes and dripping onto the table.

"Silence," said Voldemort slowly, holding his wand to his mouth.

Noah clenched the contents of his pocket and stared at them intently.

Snape looked at her indifferently and slowly lowered his eyelids.

"Avada Kedavra."

A green light illuminated the room, and with a thud, Keridi landed on the table.

In the dazzling green light, a faint golden light floated over Kairidi's body, but no one noticed it.

Several Death Eaters shrank back in their chairs in shock. Noah let go of his trouser pocket, which he had been holding on to, and found nothing there.

In the morning, Harry emptied his suitcase completely. It was the first time he had packed so thoroughly in six years, and there was always a layer of messy things under his suitcase.

An old quill; unpaired socks; a tattered badge that Hermione had forced upon him; a cracked telescope, the last thing Dumbledore had given him; and a small package containing all the gifts that Aphrodite had given him.

Harry carefully replaced the package in the middle of the suitcase and spent another hour packing the rest of his things.

"Hedwig, you can't go out." Harry picked up a pile of newspapers next to the birdcage and started reading, while comforting the angry owl.

Hedwig tilted her little head and looked at her owner for a moment, then turned away sulkingly and cooed twice.

"Wait a little longer. Afro will come to pick us up in the evening and let you out then."

There were many more obituaries of Dumbledore in the Daily Prophet. Harry picked out some of the better ones, cut them out and added them to his textbook.

From time to time there were ping-pong noises coming from downstairs, and Harry knew that his uncle the Dursleys had already received some "news" and that they were preparing to move back to the country temporarily.

Before leaving, Dudley ran to his room, shook his hand and said goodbye.

Harry suspected that the Dementors had damaged his head.

Otherwise, why would his cousin have a different personality?

While thinking about how his uncle's family looked before they left, he picked up the box with a smile on his face and went to the dim and empty living room to wait for his lover.

Harry walked through all the places in his memory alone, "Hedwig, take another look, we will never come back."

Ripples appeared in the back garden of the small western-style building, and figures appeared one after another as the Disillusionment Spell disappeared.

Harry opened the door and rushed to the blonde girl, throwing his arms around her. "Aphrodite, I missed you so much!"

Afro patted his back and smiled, "Me too. How's it going? Are you ready to leave?"

Hagrid, Moody, Tonks, Lupin and Mr. Weasley began to cough awkwardly and look at each other.

They more or less realized that these children all had unusual relationships.

It’s just that everyone sees it differently.

"Well, let's set it up first," Moody said gruffly, carrying the huge bag and scanning the sky. "There's a change of plan, Harry, come with me first."

Harry walked back into the house with Moody in a daze. He turned around and saw Avro, Bill, Ron, and the twins, holding several long black objects.

"You all want to become me? No! No way!" Harry's eyes widened in shock after hearing Moody's plan.

"Don't worry, Harry." Moody called all these people over. He gave them a bottle of potion and some clothes. "This is our only way. Please give me some of your hair."

No matter what Harry said, Moody and Aphrodite insisted on this plan, and Harry had to pull a few hairs out.

When Harry saw Aphrodite holding a cup of potion and preparing to drink it, he snatched the crystal bottle, blushed, and muttered, "Aphrodite, give me some privacy, okay?"

Behind him were five identical people taking off their clothes without any scruples, showing off their bodies without a care in the world.