days at Hogwarts

Chapter 626 Turmoil
"It'll be okay..."

Molly sat down next to him and put her arm around Tonks, who looked worried. "We all know that the You-Know-Who's target is the Ministry of Magic. It would be safer for Remus to leave the country. Don't worry, Tonks..."

Tonks responded somewhat sullenly but did not continue speaking.

Harry thought about it distressedly, and found that he really couldn't think of any words of comfort, so he could only stand there in a daze.

The incandescent lamps quietly cast soft but bright light, illuminating the entire room. As if sensing their low mood, George and Fred moved more quietly, no longer shouting as they explored the room. Ron, who was fiddling with the game cartridges, glanced at them secretly and silently lowered his volume.

Ginny sat next to him at some point and quietly held his hand.

The room was far from quiet, but Harry felt at ease.

Looking at the depressed Tonks, he suddenly remembered something and blinked twice. His eyes, which had been a little dull, brightened up.

Harry silently recalled how Tonks and Professor Lupin used to get along, feeling a little annoyed that he had been at the school for so long without noticing such an interesting thing. He wondered if Professor Lupin could always keep a calm and gentle expression when he was in love.

I must make fun of him next time we meet.

Suddenly, clear footsteps were heard from outside the door. The heavy wooden door creaked slightly, and several people who had gone out to talk pushed the door open and walked into the room. Their eyes were focused on Harry. Moody nodded and said in a deep voice, "Harry, we have already talked to the Dursleys. You can spend your summer vacation there with peace of mind."

"I...I understand." Harry reluctantly let go of the girl's hand, stood up and walked towards the door.

Sirius reached out and patted his shoulder, without saying anything more, and led him to the Dursleys' house next door.

The others also stood up and followed Harry through the garden path, across the flat road, and to the door of the neighbor next door.

The street lamps on both sides of the road had already been lit. The slightly dim yellow light illuminated the solemn faces of several wizards, casting long shadows on the road.

The three Dursleys were standing by the door. Uncle Vernon looked at the group fiercely, his fat face flushed into a dark purple, but he said nothing. He had said everything he needed to say in the previous conversation. Aunt Petunia looked terrified and embarrassed. Her eyes fell on Harry, but she didn't want to look him in the eye, and she looked around frequently.

Dudley tried to hide behind Vernon, carefully breathing in and sucking in his stomach to avoid being noticed by other wizards.

There is no doubt that he failed, and his ridiculous appearance made him even more eye-catching.

For some reason, Harry felt a little sorry when he saw the three people huddled together.

"Listen, Potter..." Moody cleared his throat and pushed his bowler hat upwards, deliberately revealing his terrifying demon eye. "If you need anything, just shout. We have people nearby. If there's no news from you for three consecutive days, the guards will come to investigate!"

The Dursleys looked a little unhappy, but they were not surprised.

"Okay," Harry said softly, turning to say goodbye to his friends.

"Harry, we'll get you out of there as soon as possible," Molly said softly, hugging him again.

"We'll see each other soon, mate." Ron took his hand and shook it violently.

"It will be real quick, Harry," Ginny said seriously. "We promise."

"..."

Harry watched them return to the next door, looked at the green flames rising from the window, recalled the tranquility not long ago, and walked into the Dursleys' room in silence.

Vernon and Dudley quickly stepped back to distance themselves from him, as if they were guarding against some terrible ancient virus. Aunt Petunia sighed, "Your room has been cleaned up. It's still the same room on the second floor."

Harry looked at her uneasy expression and felt a little uncomfortable: "Thank you, Aunt Petunia."

……

John F. Kennedy International Airport, New York.

Night time.

The airport was busy as usual, with passengers queuing up to check in and board their planes. On the wide and flat apron, planes were taking off and landing in an orderly manner. The hum of the engines masked some unusual sounds, and the airport security personnel did not notice that in a remote abandoned low-rise building not far away, bursts of air explosions continued to be heard.

"Greyback!"

A man in a gray magic robe suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor, staring straight at an empty corner. His voice was steady and solemn, with a hint of majesty.

Then there was a series of air explosions nearby. The Aurors and werewolf wizards from the Magical Congress of the United States finally arrived, exchanged glances, and began to block the entire low building.

The air in the deserted corner seemed to fluctuate. A breeze blew past, causing transparent ripples to appear. The ripples vaguely revealed the outline of a human figure, and the colors appeared bit by bit, eventually revealing a ferocious figure.

"This robe is very uncomfortable and slows down my movements."

Greyback twisted his neck and grinned an evil and ferocious smile. There were ulcers on the corners of his mouth and a mouthful of sharp teeth that looked nothing like a human. "I recognize you. You look just like your father, Lupin. You chased me like a hyena, you nasty dog!"

"If I put you in prison, I won't chase you anymore." Lupin narrowed his eyes, his voice gentle but chilling.

"Why, are you going to show me your claws?" Greyback chuckled twice, and like a wild animal combing its hair, he used his sharp nails to comb his tangled gray hair and beard, and scratched his hooded cloak.

The ferocious posture made people feel frightened. Some werewolf wizards looked up at the gloomy sky outside the window and talked to each other in a low voice.

"I remember that tonight is not a full moon night, right?"

"Why does he seem to be able to transform at any time?"

Lupin observed the surrounding environment, estimating when the Aurors from the Magical Congress outside would be able to completely seal off the scene and disperse the dense crowd of Muggles: "I'm not like you, Greyback. I'm a human. I'm a wizard."

"Maybe a long time ago...but now, can these words deceive you?"

Greyback made a sound like air being squeezed out of his throat like a beast, like a low roar, "I still remember the night we first met, you were still a delicate child, lying in bed, unaware of the tragic fate that was about to come." "Really?"

"Yes, I remember your flesh was very tender, your bones were crisp, and you smelled delicious!" Greyback gnashed his teeth, his voice chilling. He asked again, "Your father is dead, right? Did you wail in pain before he died, repenting that your fate was caused by him?"

"I'm proud of my father." Lupin's voice turned cold. "He saw through your ugly and despicable disguise and saw that you were an inhuman beast under the human skin. The only thing he regretted was that he didn't kill the beast in time!"

"I never deny that!"

Greyback laughed sarcastically. "I gave up my weak humanity long ago and enjoyed the pleasure brought by the wild. You can never imagine when my claws and teeth pierce those fragile flesh and suck fresh warm blood, hiss..."

He closed his eyes and took a deep, trembling breath, as if recalling the taste.

A slight vibration sound suddenly sounded, and the Auror of the Magical Congress took out a black box from his pocket and took a look. He quickly stepped forward and whispered to Lupin: "Sir, the people outside have been dispersed, the building has been blocked, and there is a temporary alchemy array. All teleportation magic is prohibited."

Lupin looked at the Death Eater opposite him, his eyes grim. He raised his wand and said calmly, "The pain you inflict on others will eventually come back to you. I hope you can repent before you die!"

"Do you think you're the only one stalling for time?" Greyback laughed wildly, waving his wand violently. "You're the ones who should regret this!"

The surging magic power collided with each other, and the whole building was shaking slightly.

……

London, 10 Downing Street.

The diligent Prime Minister came to the office and saw his right-hand man Kingsley Shacklebolt and Assistant Minister Herbert Jolley sitting together. The Prime Minister's eyelids twitched slightly, until the two of them greeted him with a smile, he breathed a sigh of relief and walked steadily into the inner room.

Close the door and lock it.

The first thing he looked at after turning around was the portrait painting hanging in the corner. The ugly man in the frame had droopy eyelids and seemed to be still asleep. It seemed that there was no urgent news from the magic world.

"A peaceful morning..."

The Prime Minister breathed a sigh of relief and sat down behind his desk. His right-hand man Kingsley had already neatly arranged the documents to be processed today. Faced with the thick stack of documents, he chose to turn on the radio and relax a little before starting a busy day at work.

The country has a special intelligence department that collects information for him, but the perspectives of the intelligence agencies and the mass media are completely different, and the latter can bring him closer to the people.

After a brief electric sound, a clear female voice came out of the speaker.

It happened to be the morning news.

BBC News: "On the evening of July 7, an international flight to Paris on TWA Flight 17 was involved in an accident. Here is the detailed report..."

"The Boeing 747 arrived at New York's Kennedy International Airport at 17:8 in the afternoon. After normal maintenance procedures, it left the apron at 14:5 in the evening and took off after about 10 to minutes of taxiing. There were continuous explosions in the air, the engine was completely damaged, the entire large passenger plane began to burn violently, and the wreckage was scattered on the water near Long Island, New York City..."

"According to the vice president of Trans World Airlines, there were 210 passengers and 18 crew members on board. After the accident, the FBI, the Federal Aviation Administration, the U.S. Coast Guard, the New York State Government, the City Government and the Police Department quickly launched rescue operations, sending C-130 transport planes to drop a large number of life rafts, life buoys, divers and boats onto the sea surface where the accident occurred..."

"At 18 a.m. on the 1th, the on-site rescue command center reported that, judging from the on-site situation, all 228 people had died and no one had survived."

The Prime Minister's fingers trembled slightly as he pressed the FM button. He felt uneasy. He thought for a moment and finally pressed the call button on the table: "Kingsley, come to my office."

"Yes, Mr. Prime Minister."

The voice of assistant Kingsley Shacklebolt on the other end of the phone was as steady as usual. After he hung up, the mechanical busy tone rang twice, followed by a knock on the door.

The Prime Minister then realized that he had locked the door and quickly got up to open it.

The tall black man Kingsley nodded and smiled. When he entered the room, he took out a thin wand from somewhere and tapped the door lock. The click of the lock core sounded reassuring.

The Prime Minister returned to his seat at the back of his office, subconsciously grasped a pen, and spoke at a slightly faster pace about the news he had just heard.

Kingsley didn't show any special expression after listening to this. He nodded and said, "Your guess is correct. Last night, the Magical Congress of the United States organized a capture of Fenrir Greyback, the leader of the evil werewolf organization. The Aurors were not well prepared and he delayed them until they caught their accomplices. When the two sides were fighting, the spell accidentally hit the engine of the plane that was taking off."

"MAGA... Werewolf Organization..."

"Many countries have their own wizards fighting for power, and werewolves also have their own settlements and organizations." Kingsley explained briefly.

The Prime Minister quickly understood what was said and turned the pen cap uneasily: "You...the destructive power of wizards...is stronger than I thought."

"Keep calm and don't worry too much, sir."

Kingsley picked up the empty cup on the table, tapped it with his wand, and conjured a glass of water out of thin air. He pushed it in front of the Prime Minister and said, "There is no essential difference between wizards and Muggles. The magical talents of many wizards are only reflected in their wands. Our bodies are as fragile as yours. We can be cut by blades and penetrated by bullets... This accident was mainly caused by the special location. Only a very small number of wizards can fly. They can't catch up with your technological creations, and it was too late to rescue them, which led to the tragedy."

"Really?" The Prime Minister's voice sounded a little dazed.

Kingsley said softly, "At present, all the dark wizards involved in the case have been arrested, including Greyback. The laws of the Magical Congress of the United States are more stringent, and the death penalty should be carried out within today."

Compared to the procrastinating and evasive British Ministry of Magic, the wizarding regimes in immigrant countries have experienced more serious turmoil and used more brutal methods. Their death chambers are not just for decoration and have never been idle for centuries.

The Prime Minister was stunned for a moment, put down his pen and took a sip of the bland water. He held the cup and asked thoughtfully, "If I remember correctly, the attack organized by you was thwarted not long ago. Why can the American Magical Congress deal with evil wizards quickly and effectively? Are they stronger than you?"

Kingsley shook his head, "If it was just the Dementors, Werewolves, and Death Eaters joining forces, the Ministry would be more than capable of handling it, but there is also the most powerful Dark wizard who has ever lived."

"The one who must not be named?"

"The mysterious man, or the Dark Lord," Kingsley said, "Currently only Dumbledore can deal with him, but he is in hiding. Hiding in the dark brings us more pressure."

The Prime Minister remained silent, with a thoughtful gleam in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)