Elwyn followed Moody downstairs. There were already seven or eight people waiting in the hall, each with a broom in their hands.
"These are all guards. I think the more the better..." Moody said, his magic whirling. "Time is too short. Many people have other things to do and can't get away. You know, we originally planned to escort Harry to the train station at the end of the summer break. "
Looking at him, people could not help but suspect that there was a group of Death Eaters waiting for them outside the door.
Elwyn saw everyone in the hall turning to stare at him with a kind smile on his face.
"How have you been lately, Elwyn?" a witch said enthusiastically, pulling Elwyn, who had just walked down the stairs, over.
She had sparkling black eyes, and her spiky short hair was a vibrant violet color.
"Hello, Tonks!" Elwyn said hurriedly. He had seen her in Lupin's office before.
"Still so polite. Everyone is very interested in you. Let me introduce you," Tonks said, pushing Elwyn in front of the crowd. As Tonks spoke, he pushed Ivan to the front of the crowd. "This is Ivan Mason. I'm sure you've all heard of him before. He's a famous wizard, the star of hope in the magic world!"
Elwyn really hoped that she would not praise him like that. The word was too dazzling.
When the Daily Prophet article was published, it caused an uproar and caused a lot of discussion.
Of course, that was all in the past. Elwyn was now a dangerous little lunatic in the eyes of the mainstream.
Next, Elwyn met Kingsley Shaker. He had met him a few years ago at the Ministry of Magic with Mr. Weasley.
He was a tall, dark-skinned wizard who seemed to be very powerful and trustworthy.
There was also Efya Dorgo, a gentle wizard.
Dedalo Dugo, who wore a purple top hat and spoke in a squeaky voice.
Emmeline Vance, a dignified and elegant witch in a dark green shawl.
Stogy Bodemort was a square-jawed wizard with thick, straw-colored hair.
Hester Garyjones, a black-haired, pink-cheeked witch.
They were all core members of the Order of the Phoenix and possessed strong combat power. They stood on the frontline against the Death Eaters.
Elwyn greeted them one by one and memorized their faces. There would be many opportunities for cooperation in the future.
"We'd better hurry!" Moody narrowed her asymmetrical eyes at Elwyn. "We've lured Harry's Muggle relatives out so that we can pick him up. They should be leaving soon. We need to take Harry away before they return."
One of his eyes was small, black, and bright, while the other was large, round, and flashing with electric blue light.
The magical eye could see through walls, doors and the back of Moody's own head.
"I did it so that they wouldn't get in the way," Tonks said proudly. "I sent them a letter through the Muggle post office, saying that they've been shortlisted for the Best Suburban Lawn Competition in England. They're in a hurry to receive the award, or at least they think they're going to receive it. "
Elwyn could imagine the Dursleys rushing excitedly to receive the award, only to find that the award did not exist.
This was indeed necessary. Every time Elwyn visited the Dursleys, he was greeted by a storm.
Their absence was a good thing for both parties. At the very least, Dudley would not have to grow a pig's tail this year.
"You and Harry can't use magic outside the school, and the flying network is monitored. For safety reasons, we'll use a flying broom," Moody said. "Other than the guards, there's someone outside to send signals and make sure everything is safe. By the way, how's your flying? "
"Not too good, but I should be able to keep up," Elwyn said honestly. Due to his acrophobia, he was really bad at flying.
Compared to flying, he preferred to be invisible, but there was no need to say this out loud.
This was not a foreign country, so it was best not to use magic, even if Elwyn was confident that he could hide his traces.
"Do you have your own flying broom?" Tonks asked, noticing that Elwyn was empty-handed. "If not, you can ride with me."
Elvin had a Nimbus 2001, but it had always been hidden under the bed and had never been taken out.
"Young Master Elwyn, this is the flying broom that old Kreacher prepared for you."
The house-elf suddenly appeared, holding a long, thin flying broom that shone with a silver light, and handed it to Elwyn.
"Thank you, Kreacher!" Elwyn took the flying broom. It seemed to be a collection of a member of the Blake family.
"This house-elf treats you very well. It's amazing," Tonks said, looking at Kreacher, who was bowing to Elwyn in surprise.
"Ah, this is Zhuyue, a model produced at the beginning of the century." Dylan bent down to look at the flying broom in Elwyn's hands, and said with interest, "I've seen this broom in my grandfather's photo. It's very good …"
"Alright, if you have anything to say, we can talk when we get back," Moody said impatiently, leading everyone out. "We have to leave as soon as possible."
Elwyn rode on the flying broom and flew slowly. It was very stable, and its performance was indeed good.
He had ridden on Nimbus and Firebolt before. This old broom from Dumbledore's school days was not inferior to the mainstream flying brooms in some aspects. Although it might be a little slower, it was very user-friendly, and Elwyn did not feel dizzy at all.
If Harry had been here, he would have told him that this broom was designed and produced by Grady Boothby in 1901. It was a very niche flying broom, with a slender handle to ensure that it could climb to a high altitude, and it had strong wind resistance. The end of the broom shone with a silver light.
This type of flying broom was produced in small quantities at that time, and it was very expensive. It was a fine product similar to Firebolt, and it was not popular.
To this day, it was very valuable as a collector's item, and many people were willing to pay a high price to collect this kind of old broom.
If Elwyn had known this, he would not have ridden this flying broom, which was actually worth more than 10,000 gold coins.
Under Moody's guidance, they rose suddenly and suddenly, and the clouds and lights of thousands of houses passed quickly under their feet like a spider's web.
Elwyn and Hermione had seen the night view of Cairo at the top of the pyramid not long ago, but compared to London, it was a far cry.
He had never seen so many lights gathered together. They crisscrossed like stars in a chessboard, extending in all directions.
He was surrounded in the middle of the group, and he had to concentrate on controlling the flying broom below.
Under the cover of the night, they were out of sight of Muggle, and the group did not move very fast.
Moody led them in a few circles, and only when Elwyn's body was frozen did they slowly descend to Privet Drive.
Around them were square gardens and beautiful houses.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
