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Chapter 846: The Wizards of the Order of the Phoenix
🕑 Added 2023-08-31 08:38:44 +0000 UTCEvan followed Moody downstairs. There were already seven or eight people waiting in the hall, each holding a broom.
"These are all guards, I think the more the better..." said Moody darkly, "We don’t have much time, and many people have other things and can't get away from it. You know, we had planned to escort Harry to the train station at the end of the summer vacation."
Looking at him, one couldn't help but suspect that a group of Death Eaters was waiting for them outside the door.
Evan saw everyone in the hall turn and stare at him, with a kind smile on their faces.
"How are you doing, Evan?" said a witch enthusiastically, pulling Evan who had just walked down the stairs.
She had dark twinkling eyes, and short spiky hair that was a violent shade of violet.
"Hello, Tonks!" said Evan hurriedly. He had seen her in Lupin's office before.
"Still as polite as ever. Everyone is very interested in you. Let me introduce you," said Tonks, pushing Evan in front of everyone. "This is Evan Mason, you should have heard of him, the famous young wizard; the star of hope in the wizarding world!"
Evan really wished her to stop praising him that much, showing him too bright.
When the article about him was published in the Daily Prophet, it caused a burst of public outcry and discussion for a long time.
Of course, that was all in the past. Evan was now a dangerous young maniac in the eyes of mainstream society.
Next, Evan met Kingsley Shacklebolt, who’d met Mr. Weasley at the Ministry of Magic a few years ago. He was a tall, black wizard, who seemed to be strong and worthy of trust.
And there was Elphias Doge, a gentle wizard; Dedalus Diggle, a wheezy-voiced wizard, with a purple top hat; Emmeline Vance, a stately looking witch in an emerald-green shawl; Sturgis Podmore, a square-jawed wizard with thick, straw-colored hair; and Hestia Jones, a pink-cheeked, black-haired witch.
They were all core members of the Order of the Phoenix, with strong combat effectiveness, standing on the front line against the Death Eaters.
Evan greeted them one by one and looked at them closely, knowing there would be many opportunities for future cooperation.
"We'd better hurry up!" said Moody, squinting at Evan through his mismatched eyes. "We’ve lured Harry's Muggle relatives out so that we can get him. Counting the time, they should be leaving now. We’ll take Harry out before they come back."
One of his eyes was small, dark, and beady, the other large, round, and electric blue. This magical eye could see through walls, doors, and the back of Moody's own head.
“It was me that lured them out of the way," said Tonks proudly. “I sent a letter by Muggle post telling them they’d been short-listed for the All-England Best-Kept Suburban Lawn Competition. They’re heading off to the prize-giving right now… Or they think they are."
Evan had a fleeting vision of the Dursley’s faces when they realized there was no All-England Best-Kept Suburban Lawn Competition.
This was really necessary. Every time Evan visited the Dursleys, it was a storm to greet him.
Their absence was a good thing for both sides. At least Dudley wouldn’t have another pig tail this year.
"You and Harry can't use magic outside the school, and they’ll be watching the Floo network. For safety, we’ll use brooms," said Moody. "Besides the guards, there are people outside who are responsible for signaling and ensuring everything. By the way, how's your flying?"
"Not so good, but I should be able to keep up,” said Evan honestly. Because of his acrophobia, he was really bad at flying. He preferred Apparition to flying, but there was no need to tell the matter.
This was not a foreign country, and he’d better not use magic, even though Evan was sure he could hide his traces of spells.
"Do you have your own broomstick?" Tonks asked, noting that Evan was empty-handed. "If you don't have one, you can ride the broom with me."
Evan had a Nimbus 2001, but it was still under the bed and had never been turned out.
"Master Evan, this is the broomstick that Old Kreacher has prepared for you."
The house-elf suddenly appeared, holding a thin, long broom, shining with silver light, and handed it to Evan.
"Thank you, Kreacher!" Evan took the broomstick, which seemed to be in the collection of a member of the Black family.
"This house-elf treats you very well, it's incredible," said Tonks, looking in surprise at Kreacher who was bowing to Evan.
"Ah, this is the Moontrimmer, a model produced at the beginning of this century," Diggle bent over and looked at the broomstick in Evan’s hand, and said with interest, "I’ve seen this broom in my grandfather's photo. A broom with great performance..."
"Well, you can talk about it when you come back,” said Moody impatiently, leading everyone out, "We must start as soon as possible."
Evan rode on the broom, and slowly flew up, very smoothly. It was very stable and the performance was really good.
He had ridden a Nimbus and a Firebolt. This old broom from Dumbledore’s school days was not weaker than the mainstream broom in some designs. Although the flight speed might be a little slow, many of them did indeed care of human nature, and Evan couldn’t feel any dizziness.
If Harry was here, he could tell him that this broom was designed and produced by Gladys Boothby in 1901. It was a very small broom. The slim ash handle ensured that it could climb to greater heights, with strong wind resistance, and the end of the broom shone with silver light.
At that time, the broom was produced in small quantities, and it was expensive. It was a fine product similar to the Firebolt and did not follow the mass line.
To this day, it had a high collection value, and many people were paying high prices to collect this old broom.
If Evan knew, he would definitely not fly to the sky on this broom, which was actually worth more than ten thousand Gold Galleons.
Led by Moody, they ascended swiftly, clouds and cobweb-like lights flashing under their feet.
Evan and Hermione had seen the night view of Cairo at the top of the pyramid not long ago, but compared with London, it was simply a far cry.
He had never seen so many lights come together, crisscross, and spread in all directions.
He was surrounded in the middle of the team and concentrated on controlling the broom beneath him.
Under the cover of night, they avoided Muggle's vision, and the team did not advance very quickly.
Moody led them around several times, and when Evan’s body was frozen, he slowly fell down and came to Privet Drive.
Around them, there were square gardens and beautiful houses.
"Here we are!" He flew straight to the lawn of 4 Privet Drive, "It's this house."
