Everyone below was crowded at the top of the stairs, staring up at them, mostly at Harry.
A few of them even strained their necks to get a better look at him.
"Oh, he looks just like I thought he would," said Tonks, raising his glowing wand high.
"Yes, he looks just like Jaime," agreed Kingsley.
"Except for those eyes!" said Hester, huffing. "Yes, they're Lily's eyes.
Several people, all of whom knew Harry's parents, were talking at once.
Many of them were good friends of Jaime and Lily when they were still alive. Now that they saw Harry, they naturally felt very close to him.
Harry was still a little confused. He could not believe it was all true.
There had been no news for four weeks. There had been no sign that he was going to be moved out of Privet Drive.
But all of a sudden, a large group of wizards were standing in this house, as if it had all been arranged.
He looked at Elwyn, who was beside him, and then turned to look at the people in the hall below. They were still staring at him.
Harry suddenly remembered that he had not combed his hair for four days and could not help but feel embarrassed.
"I, uh, you came just in time. The Dursleys were just out," he said hesitantly.
"Well, Harry, it's all arranged. Tonks sent them a letter through the Muggle Post Office, saying that they were shortlisted for the Best Suburban Lawn Competition in England and are now on their way to receive their prize." Elwyn said, seeing Harry's confused expression. "Oh, you still don't know their names. Let me introduce you..."
As Elwyn introduced them, Harry nodded awkwardly to each wizard.
To be honest, he wished that they would look away and not stare at him.
It made him feel as if he had suddenly been invited onto a stage, and he was very embarrassed.
"That's the end of the introductions. We'll have plenty of time to get to know each other later," Moody said gruffly. "Harry, have you finished packing? We still have fifteen minutes before we depart. Once they send a signal to let us know that everything is safe, we will leave immediately. "
"Not yet. I'm going to pack up now. What's the situation now?" Harry turned back to Elwyn. "Get on the ground …"
The wizards hissed strangely, and Digg's funny hat fell off his head.
"Shut up!" Moody growled. "Don't mention that name!"
"What's wrong?" Harry asked curiously. He didn't expect them to have such a big reaction.
"This house is under surveillance. It's not very safe. It's best not to talk about sensitive things." Elwyn said.
He felt a faint magic power around him. The Ministry of Magic did have some arrangements here.
Because of this, they were always able to detect Harry using magic or doing something else in the first place.
Of course, this kind of monitoring was very vague, but the name of the Lord Voldemort was a very sensitive word.
"We can't say anything here. It's too dangerous," Moody grumbled.
He turned his normal eye to Harry, but the magic eye was still staring at the ceiling.
"Damn it!" He said angrily, raising his hand to dig out the magic eye. "It's always stuck. It's been broken ever since that scoundrel wore it."
With a shrill squeaking sound, like a plunger being pulled out of a sink, Moody pulled the magic eye out.
"It's disgusting, mad-eye, isn't it?" Tonks said amiably.
"Excuse me, Harry, a glass of water," Moody requested.
Harry went to the dishwasher, took out a clean glass, and filled it with water from the sink.
The wizards were still looking at him, and so they stared at him without mercy.
Elwyn was speechless. He could tell from Harry's expression that he was uncomfortable. That was how they had been looking at him.
"Thanks," said Moody, when Harry handed over the glass.
He dropped the magic eye into the water and prodded it with his hand.
The eye swiveled round and round, glaring at everyone in the room.
"I wish I had a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree view on the way back," said Moody.
"Come on, we'd better hurry up and pack. We'll be on our way when the signal comes. I'll help you, Harry!" said Elwyn, giving Harry a push so that he wouldn't stand there and be looked at like an animal.
"I'll come too!" said Tonks cheerfully, looking around curiously.
"This place is fun," she said. "It's too clean, you know what I mean? It's a bit unnatural. My father was a Muggle, too, but he was a typical slob. I suppose there are many kinds of Muggle, just like wizards. Oh, that's more like it … "
When they entered Harry's bedroom, and Harry turned on the light, she nodded. Harry was embarrassed.
His room was a lot messier than the rest of the house, and after four days in a foul mood, Harry hadn't been in the mood to tidy up his things.
Most of his books were scattered on the floor, for he had opened each one to distract himself, and then tossed them aside.
Hedwig's cage needed cleaning, for it had begun to stink.
His suitcase was open, and Muggle clothes and wizard robes could be seen piled up in a mess inside, some scattered on the floor around it.
Harry had hoped that he would let Elwyn and Tonks in after he had finished tidying up, if possible.
"It's not bad, actually!" Elwyn said. He didn't do much tidying up, leaving it to the house-elf, Dobby.
He did a good job, always tidying up at night and not letting anyone discover his presence.
Dobby had been a great help to Elwyn, something he hadn't thought of when he first took him in.
Perhaps Harry could consider keeping a house-elf in his room.
Elwyn and Harry chatted as they began to pick up the books one by one, hurriedly throwing them into his suitcase.
Tonks stopped in front of Harry's open wardrobe, looking critically in the mirror on the inside of the wardrobe door.
"You know, I don't think violet really suits me," she said worriedly, tugging at a lock of spiky hair. "Don't you think it makes my face look a little too pointy?"
"Hmm?!" Harry looked over a book called "The Quidditch Teams of Great Britain and Ireland" to look at her.
Elwyn also looked up and saw that Tonks' hair was changing slightly.
"Yes, that's right," Tonks said decisively.
She closed her eyes tightly, a nervous expression on her face, as if she was desperately trying to remember something.
A second later, her hair turned a bubble-gum pink.
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