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But in fact, Harry didn't have any special feelings about the Dursleys' departure. To him, it didn't make much difference whether they were at home or not. As for the emotional pressure it caused him, it was not as great as Lamia ignoring him.

Apart from talking to Lamia, Harry spent the rest of the day lying in bed. He didn't even turn on the light. The room was getting darker and darker. He lay there, listening to the sounds of the night coming in through the open window, hoping that Lamia would respond to him, or that Hedwig would bring him some good news.

The empty house creaked and water gurgled in the pipes. Lamia actually wanted to say something to Harry, but she didn't have the chance. Dumbledore was about to send someone over. Her mission was about to end, and the rest should be left to them.

Harry was still lying on the bed, as if in a numb state. Although he looked calm, Lamia could see the panic hidden deep in his heart.

Suddenly, Lamia heard a rustling noise coming from the kitchen below, but Harry didn't seem to hear it. He stared out the window with a blank expression.

Lamia did not tell Harry about her plan. She decided not to speak until Dumbledore's men arrived.

The noises from the kitchen grew louder and louder, and Harry finally noticed. He sat up and listened carefully. The Dursleys couldn't have come back so soon, and he didn't hear the sound of their car driving back.

Lamia realized something, she jumped out of the window and blended into the dark night, and Harry of course noticed Lamia's movements, he quietly opened the door, in the quiet environment the only sound was Harry's rapid heartbeat.

There was silence for a few seconds, and then the sound of voices was heard.

Harry snatched up his wand from the bedside table and stood with his back to the bedroom door, listening intently. Then, the lock clicked and the bedroom door flew open, making Harry jump with fear.

But strangely, there was no one outside. Harry bravely walked out of the room slowly, but the next second, his heart suddenly jumped into his throat.

There were several people standing in the dim hall below, outlined by the light from the street lamp filtering through the glass doors. There were eight or nine of them in all, and it seemed to Harry that they were all looking up at him.

In such a dim environment, Harry could only recognize Lamia. He suddenly relaxed. They should not be bad people, at least they had nothing to do with Voldemort.

"Put down your wand, boy, or you'll tear somebody's eyes out," said a deep, gruff voice.

Although Lamia winked at Harry, Harry's heart was still beating uncontrollably. He recognized the voice but did not lower his wand.

"Professor Moody?" he asked uncertainly.

"I don't know whether you're a professor or not," the gruff voice growled. "I never got many teaching opportunities, did I? Come on down, we'd like to get a good look at you."

Is it really Professor Moody? Or is it a Death Eater who drank the Polyjuice Potion?

Harry swallowed, lowering his wand slightly but still holding it tightly in his hand, and without moving his feet.

He had every reason to be suspicious; just recently, he had spent nine months with someone he thought was Mad-Eye Moody, only to discover that it wasn't Moody at all, but an imposter who had tried to kill him before revealing his true identity.

Harry hadn't figured out what to do next when Lamia's voice came over, "Harry, come here."

"It's okay, Harry. We're here to take you away." A second voice sounded immediately afterwards, and Harry's heart began to beat with joy. This voice was also familiar to him, although he hadn't heard it for more than a year.

"Professor Lu-Lupin?" he said incredulously. "Is that you?"

"Why are we all standing here in the dark?" a third voice spoke, this time a completely unfamiliar voice, a woman's voice. "Lumos."

A wand suddenly lit up, illuminating the hallway with a flash of light, and Harry blinked.

The people below were crowded at the stairs, looking up at him intently, and some even stretched their necks to see him more clearly.

Remus Lupin stood closest to him. Despite his youth, Lupin looked very tired and haggard.

He had more grey hair than when Harry had last parted with him, and his robes were patched and worn, but he smiled broadly as he looked at Harry, and Harry, though terribly surprised, managed a smile.

"Oh, he looks just as I expected," said the witch with the glowing wand held high. She seemed to be the youngest of the group, with a pale, heart-shaped face, sparkling black eyes, and short, spiky hair a vivid violet.

"Hello, Harry!"

"Ah, I see what you mean, Remus," said a dark, bald wizard standing at the very back - he had a low, slow voice and a gold ring in one ear - "He looks exactly like James."

"Except for the eyes," said a wheezing, white-haired wizard at the back, "these are Lily's eyes."

Mad-Eye Moody, with his long gray hair and a large missing piece of flesh on his nose, was staring at Harry suspiciously with his asymmetrical eyes narrowed.

One of his eyes was small, dark, and bright, while the other was large, round, and gleaming an electric blue—a magical eye that could see through walls, doors, and the back of Moody's own head.

"Can you guarantee it's him, Lupin?" he growled gruffly. "If we bring back a Death Eater impersonating him, we'll be in big trouble. We'd better ask him something only Potter would know, unless someone's got Veritaserum."

"Professor, I can testify that this is indeed Harry." Lamia said, but unfortunately, the wizards present did not take her words to heart. In their eyes, Lamia was just a little wizard of the same age as Harry. Although they didn't know what Dumbledore saw in her, it did not affect their treatment of her as a child.

"Harry, what does your Patronus look like?" Lupin asked after a moment.

"A stag." Harry was strangely nervous, even though he hadn't done anything.

"Yes, that's him, Mad-Eye," said Lupin.

Harry became even more nervous with so many people staring at him. He put his wand into the back pocket of his jeans as he walked downstairs.

"Don't stick your wand in there, boy!" Mad-Eye yelled. "What if it catches fire? You know better wizards than you have burned their bottoms off!"

"Do you know who burned his butt off?" the violet-haired woman asked Mad-Eye with great interest.

"None of your business, just don't put your wand in your trouser pocket!" Mad-Eye said angrily. "That's basic wand safety rule, and no one pays attention to it anymore."

He walked heavily towards the kitchen.

"I finally understand," he added angrily as the woman rolled her eyes at the ceiling.

Lupin held out his hand and shook Harry's.

"How are you?" he asked, looking Harry carefully.

"It's okay, Professor, except that no one told me the truth. I thought you would keep it from me forever." Harry said a little aggrieved.

Four weeks had passed without a word, without the slightest hint of Harry being moved from Privet Drive, and suddenly there were a whole bunch of wizards standing around the house in all their seriousness, as if it had been planned all along.

Lamia sighed silently, only Dumbledore could be blamed.

Harry looked at the people gathered around Lupin, who were staring at him, and he remembered with a sense of embarrassment that he had not combed his hair for four days.

"I—you've come at a good time. The Dursleys are out," he stammered.

"What a coincidence, ha!" said the violet-haired woman. "I lured them out of the way and sent them a letter through the Muggle post saying they'd been shortlisted for the best suburban lawn in England, and they're going to claim their prize now? Or think they are."

Harry thought it was a little funny the look on Uncle Vernon's face when he found out there was no such thing as the Best Suburban Lawn Competition in England.

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

"We'll leave almost immediately," said Lupin. "We're waiting for a signal that everything is clear."

"Where are we going? The Burrow?" Harry asked hopefully.

"Not to the Burrow, that's not the place," Lupin said, motioning Harry towards the kitchen.

The small group of wizards followed behind, still looking at Harry curiously. "Too risky. We set up headquarters where no one can find us. That's why we took so long to come and pick you up." Mad-Eye Moody was already sitting at the kitchen table, drinking wine from a curved bottle in big gulps. His magical eye rolled around, taking in the many labor-saving devices in the Dursleys' house.

"Harry, this is Alastor Moody," Lupin continued, pointing at Moody.

"Yeah, I know." Harry said awkwardly. It felt really strange to be introduced to someone he thought he had known for a year.

"This is Nymphadora—"

"Remus, don't call me Nymphadora," the young witch shuddered. "It's Tonks."

"Nymphadora Tonks, who prefers to be called by her surname only," Lupin finished.

"You'd be like that too if your idiotic mother called you Nymphadora," Tonks muttered.

"This is Kingsley Shacklebolt," he said, referring to the tall, dark wizard, who bowed.

"Efiadogo." The wheezing wizard nodded. "Dedalo Digo—"

"We've met before," squeaked the excitable Digger, and his purple top hat fell off.

When introducing each person, Harry nodded and greeted them awkwardly, and Lamia couldn't stand it anymore. The scene was really awkward.

Harry also hoped that they would look away and stop staring at him. He felt as if he had been suddenly invited onto the stage, and he didn't understand why so many of them came at once.

"I didn't expect so many people would offer to pick you up." Lupin said, as if he had read Harry's thoughts, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Yes, yes, the more the merrier," said Moody glumly. "We are your guards, Potter."

"Now we just have to wait for the signal to tell us that everything is clear so we can set off," said Lupin, looking out the kitchen window. "We have about fifteen minutes."

"They're so clean, aren't they, Muggles?" said the witch named Tonks, surveying the kitchen with great interest. "My dad's a Muggle-born too, and he's a classic slob. I suppose Muggles are just as varied as wizards."

"Well—yes," said Harry. "By the way—" he turned back to Lupin, "no one's telling me what's going on, Voldemort—?"

Several wizards made strange hissing noises, and Dedalodigo's hat fell off again. Moody growled, "Shut up!"

"What's the matter?" Harry asked.

"You can't say anything here, it's too dangerous," said Moody, his normal eye turning to Harry, while his magical eye remained fixed on the ceiling.

"Damn it," he said angrily, raising a hand to dig out the magic eye. "It keeps getting stuck—it's been broken ever since that scoundrel put it on."

"Hey, Lamia, give me that bottle of wine on the table. It's mine."

Lamia glanced back at Moody, who was clutching his eyeball. "Hurry, I need it!"

Lamia didn't respond, but still threw the wine over. Unfortunately, the bottle suddenly shattered when it was a hundred meters away from Moody, and the remaining wine spilled all over the floor.

"Oh! Merlin, you can't even do such a small thing. I don't know why Dumbledore wants you here!"

There was a sharp crunching sound and a cry of pain from Moody as he pulled the Eye out like a piston from a sink.

"Mad-Eye, it's rather disgusting what you're doing, isn't it?" said Tonks in a genial and easygoing manner.

"If I had that bottle of wine, I wouldn't be in so much pain!" Moody shouted angrily.

"Please, give me a glass of water, Harry," Moody requested. His tone was much better than before, and it seemed that he had learned his lesson.

Harry went to the dishwasher, took out a clean cup, and filled it at the sink with water while the wizards continued to stare at him, and he began to feel a little annoyed at how relentlessly they stared at him.

"Thank you," said Moody as Harry handed over the cup.

He dropped the evil eye into the water and poked it with his hand, causing it to float up and down. The eye darted around, glaring at everyone in the room.

"On the way back, I wish I had a 360-degree view."

"How do we get - where do we go?" asked Harry.

"On a broom," said Lupin. "That's the only way. You're too young to Apparate, the Floo Network would be under their surveillance, and using an unauthorized Portkey would cost us our lives."

"Remus said you were an excellent flyer," said Kingsley Shacklebolt in a low voice.

"He flies superbly," said Lupin, glancing at his watch. "Anyway, Harry, you'd better pack your things; we'll be on our way at the first signal."

"Let me help you," Tonks said cheerfully.

She followed Harry back into the hall and upstairs, looking around with interest and curiosity.