In terms of flying skills, Harry was much better than Elwyn.
They did not encounter any danger on the way back, but Moody kept changing routes, and everyone was freezing.
Elwyn hugged Harry from behind. He did not need to control the broom, but he was not in the mood to think about anything else.
The cold wind of the night blew in their faces, and the temperature was much lower than when they had first arrived.
Elwyn squinted his eyes, his ears hurting from the cold. He could feel Harry's body freezing as well.
He preferred the feeling of being in a phantom form compared to this unbearable flight. Even traveling with Flores powder was much better.
It might not be comfortable to circle around in the fireplace, but at least it was warm and roasted by the flames.
Above them, Kingsley flew around them, his bald head and earrings glinting in the moonlight.
Tonks had been following on the right side of the two of them. He had also put down his wand that was originally raised high.
Elwyn had no doubt that if a group of Death Eaters came flying at them now, they would not be able to fight back at all.
"Turn southwest. We'd better retrace our steps to make sure we're not being followed!" Moody shouted.
"Are you crazy, mad-eye?" Tonks screamed, zooming past Elwyn and Harry. "We're freezing on the broom. If we keep deviating like this, we probably won't make it next week. Besides, we're almost there! "
"Yes, we should start landing!" Kingsley said.
"Alright, let's land!" Moody said unhappily.
"This is …" Harry shivered and looked around.
The faces of the surrounding houses were dark and gloomy, as if they were a thousand miles away from people. Some had broken windows that glowed bleakly in the streetlights. Many had peeling paint on their doors, and a few had piles of garbage on their front steps.
He had been here before. It was that Christmas when Sirius had brought them here.
But he could not find the house, and he could not remember where it was supposed to be.
There seemed to be a force interfering with his memory.
"Yes, the old mansion of the Blake family is now the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix." Elwyn whispered.
"What is a phoenix …"
"Take it. Read it and remember it," Moody said gruffly.
He came over and thrust a piece of parchment into Harry's illusory hand, and held up his glowing wand to illuminate the words on the paper.
The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix was located at 12 Grimmauld Square in London.
Just as he finished reading, in front of him, a broken door appeared out of thin air between number 11 and 13.
Along with a loud rumble, dirty walls and eerie windows appeared.
It looked as if an extra house had suddenly swelled up, pushing aside things on either side.
Number 12 Grimmauld Square appeared out of thin air, and memories of this house appeared in Harry's mind.
Dumbfounded, he stared at all of this, feeling that it was unbelievable.
What surprised him even more was the changes inside the old house. The last time he was here, this abandoned house looked like someone had died.
It gave off an ominous feeling, as if everything inside was rotting.
It was a long, gloomy hall, with peeling wallpaper and cracked carpets on the walls. There were also crooked portraits that had darkened with age, and many dusty and sinister-looking black magic items.
But now, the house looked brand new. The chandelier and candlesticks on the table were all lit up, looking resplendent.
Harry followed Elwyn into the house. He was stunned and looked at everything in front of him in disbelief.
"We're here!" Moody said, knocking Elwyn and Harry's heads with his wand.
A stream of warm liquid flowed down their backs. The Phantom Curse had been lifted!
"Welcome back, young master Elwyn, young master Harry!"
Kreacher, the house-elf in a clean apron, ran past with a pair of slippers. He seemed to have been waiting here all along.
"Hello, Kreacher!" Harry whispered. "Thank you …"
With the sound of hurried footsteps, Ron's mother, Lady Weasley, came out of a door at the other end of the hall.
She came up to them in quick strides, her face beaming with enthusiasm.
"You're back. Oh, Harry, I'm so happy to see you!" She whispered, taking him in her arms so hard as to break his ribs, and then pushing him away a little, she looked at him attentively.
"You look thinner. You need to eat more, but I'm afraid you'll have to wait for dinner."
She hugged Elwyn tightly again and turned to the group of wizards behind them.
"He's just arrived. The meeting has already started," Lady Weasley urged in a low voice.
The wizards made sounds of concern and excitement, and began to walk past Elwyn and Harry towards the door that Lady Weasley had just come out of.
Harry was about to follow, but Lady Weasley stopped him.
"No, Harry. Only members of the Order of the Phoenix can attend the meeting." Lady Weasley said, lowering her voice. "You two go upstairs. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny are all upstairs. When the meeting is over, we'll have dinner. "
They had to keep their voices down in the hall. Although Kreacher had cleaned the whole house, he had not taken down the portrait of Sirius's mother. Lady Blake's attitude towards them had not changed at all.
If she was woken up, it would be a terrible disaster.
"What's going on?" Harry asked in a low voice, walking up the stairs. "Who is that person that Lady Weasley mentioned?"
"It's probably Dumbledore." Elwyn replied, looking at Kreacher, who was leading the way in front of them. "I heard from Fred and George that Snape has something important to report tonight. That's why he's here."
"The headmaster is here!" Harry's eyes widened. He suddenly had a very uncomfortable feeling.
Dumbledore was here, but he refused to see him. He did not understand why.
What made him even more uncomfortable was that Snape was also here. Snape had actually come to Sirius's house.
He felt like an idiot, being kept in the dark by everyone.
Elwyn did not know what Harry was thinking. He said to the house-elf in front of him, "Kreacher, where did you get the flying broom you gave me before I left?"
"There's a broom closet on the top floor, Young Master Elwyn. There are all kinds of flying brooms in there," Kreacher said, gesturing with his hands. "All of them were left behind by former family members. There are a lot of them."
"Can you show me around?"
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