"I don't--"

"Zongsi, Zongsi!"

Mad Eye said impatiently: "A spell that detects magical activities by wizards under the age of seventeen. The Ministry of Magic uses it to discover that minors are using magic!

If you, or anyone around you, says a spell to get you out of here, Thicknesses will know it, and so will the Death Eaters."

"We can't wait for the traces to disappear, because once you turn seventeen, you will lose all the protection your mother gave you.

Simply put: Piers Thicknesse thinks you've reached the end of your rope."

Harry couldn't help but agree with this stranger Thicknesse.

"Then what do we do?"

"We can only use these types of vehicles: flying broomsticks, Thestrals and Hagrid's light motorcycles. They are the only ones that Tracer cannot detect because they do not require spells."

Harry saw the flaw in the plan, but he held back and gave Mad-Eye a chance to deal with it.

"Your mother's spell will be broken under two conditions: you become an adult, or -"

Moody pointed to the spotless kitchen: "——You no longer call this place home.

Tonight, you and your aunt and uncle parted ways, knowing that you would never live together again, right?"

Harry nodded.

"So, once you leave this time, you will never come back, and the spell will be broken when you step out of its range.

We chose to break it early because the mysterious man is likely to come and catch you when you turn seventeen."

"We have an advantage, that is, the mysterious man doesn't know that we are coming to transfer you tonight.

We revealed false information to the Ministry of Magic: they thought you would not leave until the 30th.

However, our opponent is a mysterious man, and it is not enough to just expect him to get the date wrong;

He would definitely have two Death Eaters patrolling the area just in case.

So, we took the best possible protection measures on a whole dozen houses.

They all look like places we're going to hide you, and they all have some connection to the Order: my house, the Kingsleys, Molly's Aunt Muriel's - you get the idea?"

"clear."

Harry wasn't entirely telling the truth, but he still saw a big flaw in the plan.

"You go to Tonks' parents' house. Once you enter the range of the protective spell we set on the house, you can use a portkey to transfer to the Burrow. Is there any problem?"

"Uh - yes, maybe they didn't know which of the twelve safe houses I was going to at first, but -"

He quickly counted the number of people: "——The fourteen of us flew to Tonks' parents' house. Isn't it immediately clear?"

"Ah, I forgot to mention the key point.

Not all fourteen of us flew to Tonks' parents' house.

There will be seven Harry Potters flying tonight, each accompanied by someone, each group flying to a different safe house."

Moody took out a bottle of something muddy from his cloak.

Harry immediately understood the entire plan without him having to say another word.

"No!" he shouted, his voice echoing in the kitchen: "No!"

"I told you he would react this way."

"If you think I'm going to risk the lives of six people—"

"——This is the first time for us."

"This is different, pretending to be me -"

"Well, actually we don't like any of us, Harry."

Fred said seriously: "Imagine, if something goes wrong, we can't change back. We will always be freckle-faced, skinny little idiots."

"If I don't cooperate, you won't be able to do it. You need me to contribute a few hairs."

"Yes, if this happens, the whole plan will be ruined."

George said: "If you don't cooperate, there's obviously no way we can get any of your hair."

"That's right, thirteen against one, and that one can't use magic yet. We really have no hope."

"Absurd," said Harry, "it's so ridiculous."

"If force needs to be used, then so be it,"

Moody shouted, staring at Harry, his magic eyes trembling slightly in his eye sockets:

"Everyone here is of legal age, Potter, and they are prepared to take the risk."

Mundungus shrugged his shoulders and made a face.

Moody's evil eye swung around and glared at him from the side of his head.

"Stop arguing, time is limited. I need a few hairs from you, kid, hurry up."

"But this is too ridiculous, there is no need -"

"no need?!"

Moody shouted sternly: "There is a mysterious man outside, and half of the Ministry of Magic is on his side.

Potter, if we are lucky, he will believe that false information and plan to ambush you on the 30th, but he will definitely arrange one or two Death Eaters to monitor you, unless his brain is broken, which would be the same for me.

Do.

With your mother's spell, they probably can't do anything to you or the house yet, but the spell will soon wear off, and they know the approximate location of the house.

Our only chance is to use a substitute. Not even the mysterious man can split himself into seven parts."

Harry climbed into the sidecar and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

As a result, he was several heads shorter than others: Ron couldn't help laughing when he saw Harry sitting in a bumper car like a child.

Harry stuffed his backpack and broom at his feet, and held Hedwig's cage between his knees. It was really uncomfortable.

"Arthur made some tinkering."

Hagrid didn't seem to notice Harry's discomfort and just said.

He got on the motorcycle, which made a creaking sound and sank a few inches into the ground.

"Now it has several mechanisms on the handle. This thing was my idea."

He tapped a purple button next to the odometer with his thick finger.

"Be careful, Hagrid," said Mr. Weasley, standing beside them clutching his broom, "I'm still not sure if this is a wise choice and should only be used as a last resort."

"Okay, okay, everyone, get ready. I ask everyone to leave at the same time, otherwise the entire diversionary tactic will fail."

Everyone gets on the broom.

"Hold tight, Ron."

Tonks said that Harry saw Ron glance at Lupin guiltily and then put his arms around Tonks' waist.

Hagrid kicked the motorcycle and started it.

The car roared like a fire dragon, and the sidecar shook as well.

"Good luck to everyone!"

Moody shouted:

"Meet you at the Burrow in about an hour. I'll count to three.

one……

two……

three!"

The motorcycle made an earth-shattering roar, and Harry felt the sidecar tilt dangerously to one side.

He flew through the night sky quickly, his eyes watered slightly, and his hair was blown back.

Around him, broomsticks also rose into the air, and the long black tail of a Thestral swished past.

They flew higher and higher in the sky——

The cold wind is howling, which is not a comfortable feeling.
Chapter completed!