"You'd better say something quickly. This fireplace only has temporary permissions to access the network, and it will be noticed after a long time. I dare not be caught by the people of the Transportation Department."

"You have to figure out who you are talking to, kid, maybe you think you're the little trick." Voldemort's snake face was rising and falling in the charming green fire, "Can it threaten the most powerful wizard king ever?" Voldemort roared.

"I don't know when you have the title of "Witcher King". "Silver's face was filled with sneering, "You are now a wanted criminal in the wizard world, and everyone is looking for you - Auror, the Order of the Phoenix, the evil black wizard outside Europe, and even another you..."

"Enough is enough!" Voldemort roared in a low voice, his snake face twisting and becoming even more terrifying. "It seems that we shouldn't have let you go at the beginning."

"You should be glad you didn't kill me at the beginning." Silver said, "Or do you think you can live until now? The other one is very hard to find you."

"Shut up, how could a mere fake guy be my Voldemort's opponent? What's the use of those trash supporting him? As long as I get that thing, nothing will be a hindrance. I will defeat all opponents and build an unprecedented empire of wizards!"

"Well, the future wizard emperor, I hope you can get back more Horcruxes and find that thing. Then you can talk to me about your great ambitions,"

"So now, goodbye." Silver grabbed a handful of powder and sprinkled it on the charming green fire. The fire became vigorous and instantly swallowed Voldemort's head.

"You will kneel down and beg me one day, Silver..."

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The long summer vacation is a pleasure for most students, but Harry never felt that—he was always the extra person at his aunt’s house. After his godfather Sirius cleared his grievances, he once applied to live with Sirius, but Dumbledore told him that he had to stay at Aunt Penny’s house during the summer vacation before he became an adult.

Many thrilling things happened last year. He was not qualified for some reason and was inexplicably selected as the Warriors of the Triumph Championship. Then he was sent to Voldemort by a fake Moody in a vanishing cabinet disguised as a meditation basin. The memories of this period seemed to have disappeared from Harry's mind. He was unconscious and brought back to Hogwarts by Silver. Many people asked him about his experience during this period, but Harry could not answer.

"Do I look like a clown?" Harry sighed and murmured to himself.

Suddenly, he clearly heard a clamor from the kitchen below.

He sat up and listened carefully. Dursley's family went out yesterday and said they were going to France for vacation and could not come back now.

A few seconds of silence, and then the voice of a voice was heard.

The thief, he thought, quietly getting out of the bed - but then he thought that the thief must not dare to speak loudly, and the person walking in the kitchen obviously did not lower his voice.

He grabbed the wand on the nightstand, stood at the bedroom door, listening with all his attention. Then, with a click of the lock, the bedroom door suddenly opened. He jumped up in fear.

Harry stood motionless, looking at the dark stair platform through the open door, pricking up his ears to catch the movement, but he could no longer hear any sound. He hesitated for a moment, then quickly and quietly walked out of his room to the entrance of the stairs.

His heart suddenly jumped into his throat. Several people stood in the dim hall below, and the light from the street lights that penetrated through the glass door illuminated their outlines. There were eight or nine people in total, and in Harry's view, they were all looking up at him.

"Put down your wand, child, lest you dig out someone's eyes." said a low voice in a rough voice.

Harry's heart was beating wildly uncontrollably. He heard the sound, but did not put down his wand.

"Professor Moody?" he asked in certainty.

"I don't know if the professor is not a professor." The thick voice shouted, "I haven't gained much opportunity to teach, right? Come down. We want to have a good look at you."

Harry lowered his wand a little, but still held it tightly with his hands and didn't move his feet. He had every reason to be suspicious. Just recently, he had been with the man who he thought was the crazy-eyed Moody, but found that it was not Moody at all, but an impostor, and kidnapped him to Voldemort, and the fake guy is still at large. Harry had not yet figured out what to do next, and then a second slightly hoarse voice floated up from the downstairs.

"No problem, Harry. We're here to take you away."

Harry's heart was beating. This voice was also familiar to him, although he hadn't heard it for more than a year.

"Professor Lupin?" he said in disbelief. "Is it you?"

"Are we standing in the dark?" The third voice spoke, this time a completely unfamiliar voice, a woman's voice, "The fluorescent light flashes."

A magic wand suddenly had a light on its head, and the magic light illuminated the hall. Harry blinked. The people below were crowded at the stairs, looking at him with their heads and eyes intently. A few of them stretched their necks so that they could see him-32? More clearly.

Remus Lupin stood closest to him. Although Lupin was young, he looked very tired and haggard. His white hair was more white than when Harry broke up with him last time, and his robe was even more worn than before. However, a bright smile appeared on his face when he looked at Harry. Harry, although he was so surprised, he forced to smile at him.

"Oh, he looks exactly as I thought." said the witch holding a luminous wand high. She seemed to be the youngest of those people, with a pale, heart-shaped face, a pair of glittering black eyes, and a spiked short hair that was a bright and dazzling violet. "Hello, Harry!"

"Ah, I understand what you mean, Remus," said the wizard with a dark skinned, bald head at the end—his voice was low and slow, with a golden ring on his ear—"he looked exactly like James."

"Except those eyes," said a wizard with silver hair on the back, "it was Lily's eyes."

Mad-eyed Moody had long gray hair and a large piece of flesh was missing from his nose. At this moment, two asymmetrical eyes were squinting at Harry in doubt. One of his eyes was small and black, with bright eyes, while the other was big and round, flashing with a lightning blue - this magical eye could see through the walls, the door and the back of Moody's own head.

"Can you guarantee that this is him, Lupin?" he shouted in a rough voice. "If we bring back a Death Eater who pretends to be him, it will cause big trouble. We'd better ask him something that only Porter himself would know. Unless someone brings a real spit?"

"Harry, what is your patron saint like?" Lupin asked.

"A stag," Harry said nervously.

"That's right, it's him, the crazy-eyed man." Lupin said.

"Okay, since it's him, let's hurry up. Now is not the time to reminisce about the past, Sirius is still waiting for us."

"I, I mean, what are we going to do?" Harry asked.
Chapter completed!