Chapter 770 Kyle's Plant Magic (Second Update, Hehe!)

At No. 12 Grimmauld Place, a group of people were sitting around a table for a meeting.

"A-choo!"

Chris suddenly sneezed and almost dropped the cup on his hand to the ground.

Everyone looked over, and Mr. Weasley asked with concern: "Are you catching a cold?"

"No, I shouldn't." Chris shook his head, "Maybe I just didn't get enough rest last night, don't worry about it, where were we just talking about?"

"Transfer Harry!" Mr. Weasley said solemnly: "We must take him out of his aunt's house on Harry's seventeenth birthday."

"I really don't understand why we have to do this!" Sirius said, looking a little impatient.

What on earth was Dumbledore thinking? When we brought Harry here, we should have let him live here. Why did we have to send him back to the Dursleys!

"Dumbledore must have his reasons," said Mrs. Weasley, "Sirius, we should trust him."

"Yes, I know, you have said it many times." Sirius said a little aggressively, "If I didn't trust Dumbledore, I wouldn't have let Harry leave at that time."

The room suddenly became much quieter, and no one spoke, because they didn't know why Dumbledore did this, and he personally sent him back to Little Whinging District on the night of Harry's holiday.

"Sorry, don't worry about me." Sirius tried to break the silence, "So what should we do to bring Harry back here safely."

"Isn't it simple?" Mundungus said casually, "Why not let Dumbledore send it over? Just like when he sent Harry over."

The wretched-looking wizard was staring at the glittering silverware on the dining table, and had no intention of discussing with everyone. In his opinion, this was simply unnecessary.

With Dumbledore here, who can still snatch Potter away?

"Did you forget your ear somewhere else during our last meeting?" Mrs. Weasley, who already had a problem with Mundungus, couldn't stand it when she heard him say that.

"Dumbledore made it very clear last time, the mysterious man can't do nothing, so we must be fully prepared and exclude him from the plan."

Under Mrs. Weasley's gaze, Mundungus suddenly became flustered and stammered, "I... I forgot... You know, I have a lot of things to do..."

"Do you mean reselling smuggled crucibles?" Mrs. Weasley said coldly, "Or those dirty things of unknown origin."

"That... I got them all through legal channels!" Mundungus said with his neck stiff.

"Huh..." Mrs. Weasley snorted coldly and didn't speak.

If it was really a legal channel, would Mundungus hide here for a week? There must be someone chasing him outside.

To be honest, Mrs. Weasley really didn't want Ginny and Ron to come into contact with someone like him, but there was no way. Dumbledore trusted him, and as a member of the Order of the Phoenix, Mundungus also had the right to live here.

The scene suddenly became more awkward.

"Well, aren't we discussing how to safely transfer Harry?" Auror Kingsley said, "Molly, tell me what you think."

"It would be best if Dumbledore was involved, but we must also discuss how to ensure Harry's safety in his absence."

Hearing the business, Mrs. Weasley no longer cared about Mundungus.

"How about the invisibility spell? "She thought of the car that Ron had driven to Hogwarts.

Although she had been complaining that Mr. Weasley shouldn't have modified the car without permission, she also knew that the car had a function that could turn it invisible. If Ron had realized this in time, perhaps they would not have been discovered at all.

As long as they built another car like that, they should be able to take Harry out of Little Whinging safely.

And the things were all ready.

Sirius had the car, and Mr. Weasley, who was familiar with technology, was also here. If they only needed to add the functions of flying and invisibility, three days would be enough.

But Moody shook his head after listening.

"No." He said after thinking for a moment: "Death Eaters are not Muggles. There are too many ways to find invisible targets, such as peepholes and exploration spells. "

"Then everyone will go out together." Sirius said, "Just fight them! "

No one answered him. Everyone just paused for a moment and continued to discuss as if nothing had happened, just as if a dog had just barked.

Just a fight... When Sirius said this, it meant that his IQ had reached the same level as Mundungus.

If it was really that simple, why would they sit here?

What they need to do is to take Harry away, instead of cleaning him up and sending him to Voldemort.

Seeing that others ignored him, Sirius could only shut up in disappointment.

"How about connecting the house in Little Whinging District to the Floo Network." Mr. Weasley said, "The house has the protection magic of Harry's mother, it is very safe, and the You-Know-Who and his Death Eaters can't get in at all.

"Then we can use the Floo Network or the door key to transfer Harry to a safe place."

"These methods are controlled by the Ministry of Magic." Sirius frowned, "I don't trust them, and this may expose the location of Grimmauld Place. We can't connect this place to the Floo network."

"Is this easy? We can move Harry to somewhere nearby." Mr. Weasley said, "When we act, everyone's eyes will be on Little Whinging. As long as we get Harry out safely before the You-Know-Who reacts, it's fine."

"Okay, this is a good idea." Moody nodded, "And the director of the Ministry of Magic's Transportation Department is Barty Crouch. I won't comment on what this person has done before, but he must hate the dark arts, including the Death Eaters. I can guarantee that."

While speaking, he subconsciously looked at Sirius.

It was because of Barty Crouch's misjudgment that he was imprisoned in Azkaban for twelve years... Although anyone would have made the same judgment at the time, who made Barty Crouch catch up.

As a member of the Order of the Phoenix, he still had to care about Sirius's emotions.

"What are you looking at me for?" Sirius said calmly, "As long as Harry can be brought safely, I will not object to anything."

"That's good." Moody said.

"But to be on the safe side, we have to make a backup plan. I suggest using Polyjuice Potion, just like the Death Eaters tricked Potter away from Hogwarts."

"As long as there are enough 'Harry Potters' and they leave together, it will be difficult for them to tell which one is the real one in a short time."

"Good idea." Kingsley agreed with this idea first, "But one thing must be noted, the person who becomes Harry must be ready to face the mysterious man at any time."

"Is this even necessary?" Several people smiled at each other, and no one hesitated for a moment.

Oh, except for Mundungus, his eyes were erratic, he just opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

"Then I'll go prepare the Polyjuice Potion." Kingsley stood up and said, "The Ministry of Magic should still have some in stock."

"No need." Fred stopped him, "If someone finds out that you took the Ministry of Magic's potion, they might guess something based on this, such as that Dawlish, who is famous for his unstable position."

"But it's too late to brew it now." Kingsley frowned and said, "I can't just go buy it."

"Did you forget?" George raised his eyebrows, "Our Weasley Trickster has a potion business..."

"And there just happens to be Polyjuice Potion..." Fred said with a smile.

"That's great." Everyone showed a look of surprise.

Fred was right. Whether it was taking the Ministry of Magic's potion or buying it, it was possible for the news to leak out. But if Fred and George prepared it in advance, there would be no problem.

"Now there is also the issue of confidentiality." Mrs. Weasley continued, "With so many of us acting together, it is impossible not to alert anyone, but we can release some smoke bombs appropriately."

"Move the transfer date forward?" Fred said tentatively.

"Or postpone it..." George said.

"We can also make some preparations for the transfer method." Mr. Weasley suggested: "We can modify the car and deliberately let those with ulterior motives see it, so that they will think that the car is the way to transfer Harry."

"I think your old habit has come back again, and you want to do something with the car." Mrs. Weasley looked at him suspiciously.

"How can you think so, Molly, I'm really doing this for Harry." Mr. Weasley said with a serious face.

"I think Dad's suggestion is good..."

Everyone talked one after another, analyzing various possible problems from morning to evening, until everyone was starving, and the meeting was temporarily over.

Mrs. Weasley went to the kitchen and made some bacon sandwiches as quickly as possible, and cooked another pot of potatoes so that everyone could fill their stomachs as soon as possible.

Kingsley and Moody discussed the topic that had not been finished while eating.

Fred took a bite of the boiled potatoes without any seasoning and couldn't help saying, "I really hope Kyle can come back as soon as possible, preferably in five minutes, or tomorrow."

"Yes, Kyle is always very creative." George said, "With his help, we should be able to complete all plans faster."

"Don't think about it." Fred then sighed, "He should still be in the Black Forest now."

"That group of werewolves is really unlucky. They are about to run into Kyle." George suddenly laughed as if he thought of something.

"Shouldn't it be Mr. Scamander?" A member of the Order of the Phoenix asked in confusion.

Dedaluo Dige, who joined the Order of the Phoenix 20 years ago, was already very old, so he was more familiar with Newt, the troublemaker, than Kyle.

"Your information is a bit outdated, Mr. Dedaluo." Fred said with a smile.

"I don't know if you've heard about Kyle's deeds two months ago at Hogwarts, when he pierced Fenrir with a spear and set Fiendfyre on fire."

"What did you say, Fiendfyre?" Dedalodigo was stunned for a moment, his eyes full of absurdity, "Doesn't Albus care?"

"In fact, Dumbledore was right there at the time." George said, "He didn't even lose any points from the school."

Dedalodige subconsciously looked at Kingsley opposite him. After receiving a positive reply from the other party, he didn't know what to say for a moment.

Is Dumbledore so easy to talk to now? He actually allowed students to openly use dark magic like the Fire Curse at Hogwarts?

Not even the Aurors?

Just because the other party is a recipient of the Second Order of the Order of Merlin?

He suddenly became a little curious about this Kyle.

"Let's put it this way." Fred took a bite of the sandwich, "Based on what I know about Kyle, if those werewolves are willing to cooperate, they should still be able to save their lives."

"But it's unlikely." George waved his hand, "After so many days, Kyle's patience has probably been worn away. I even suspect that he will directly burn the entire black forest, along with the people inside. Let’s deal with the werewolves together.”

"No! It's impossible." Dedalus said firmly, "Newt won't let him do that."

…

At the same time, in the black forest.

"It's just a simple fire spell, it should be fine, right?" Kyle looked at Newt next to him, feeling a little incomprehensible.

Just now, when he was about to cast a spell on the cave and eliminate the werewolves in one fell swoop, he was interrupted by the sudden appearance of Newt.

The newly formed flame also dissipated in an instant.

"Have you forgotten that this is the Black Forest, and it is also the only place in the UK other than the Forbidden Forest suitable for most magical animals to live." Newt glared at Kyle, "Do you want to destroy this place?"

"It's just a cave, it's not that serious." Kyle whispered: "And I can also extinguish them..."

Newt's expression grew more serious, and Kyle's voice grew quieter.

"Okay, I won't use it."

Hearing Kyle say this, Newt's expression improved a little.

"Not even the poisonous leopard." He continued: "Its poison will spread in the forest, and the first one to suffer will be the Bowtruckle who leads you."

Just as he was talking, a harsh roar suddenly came from not far away.

I don't know if it was because of the unfinished spell just now or because the two of them were talking too loudly... They were discovered.

A dirty man suddenly jumped down from a tree, screamed, and involuntarily raised his wand to aim at where Kyle and Newt were.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The hoarse voice sounded like the growl of some kind of wild beast. Kyle and Newt quickly retreated, only to avoid each other's death curse.

In the next few seconds, more werewolves came out from different directions, but there was no movement at all in the cave in front of them.

This seems to be a trap, or a deliberately placed entrance.

"It is indeed a werewolf, so cautious." Kyle muttered in his heart.

But there was no time to think about this at this time.

After the werewolves came out, they immediately surrounded Kyle and Newt.

They were a little nervous at first, but when they saw that there were only two people coming, their expressions suddenly became wild.

"Haha, I was shocked. I thought it was those annoying bugs from the Order of the Phoenix who came here, but I didn't expect it was an old immortal and a fresh kid..."

A werewolf with slender limbs came over. His brown hair and beard were tightly tangled together, and he exuded a pungent smell.

"Tell me how you found this place."

He grinned, revealing two rows of dirty teeth, "If your answer satisfies me, I can consider it..."

"Let us live?" Kyle answered.

"Let you go? Ha...hahaha!" The werewolf suddenly laughed, laughing very loudly, as did the other werewolves, as if they were laughing at the cowardice and whims of the wizard in front of him.

"Now that you have found this place, don't even think about leaving alive." The leading werewolf stretched out his wand, and Kyle could clearly see that his fingers had the same long yellow nails as Fenrir Greyback.

"But if your answer satisfies me, I can make your death a little easier."

"Well, sure." Kyle touched his chin, as if thinking, "Do you mean what you say?"

"Of course, I never lie." The werewolf grinned again.

But the next second, he heard a piercing scream again.

Not far away, a tree vine seemed to come alive, rushing straight towards the chest of a wizard.

Because they had not transformed into werewolves, their bodies were as fragile as other wizards at this time. The sharp vines as sharp as awls easily penetrated the other party's body and nailed him to a tree behind.

"Damn wizard, you dare to play tricks on me!" The leading werewolf roared and pointed his wand at Kyle.

"Avada..."

"Expelliarmus!"

Before he could finish reciting the Death Curse, his wand flew out of his hand, spinning and falling into Kyle's hand.

"What did you just say?" Kyle asked innocently, playing with his wand.

Then, without waiting for the other party to answer, he waved his wand, and several faintly visible magic words flashed through the air.

"Grow wild!"

The surrounding trees seemed to have come alive, with tangled and wriggling tree roots emerging from the ground, like fifty-foot-long giant snakes, coiling flexibly, trying to entangle all living things around them.

At the same time, more and more trees sprouted from the ground, joining the chaotic battle.

Some werewolves had never seen this kind of magic before, and they were subconsciously stunned for a moment, but in this moment of daze, their feet were entangled, followed by their legs, and then their entire bodies, until they were wrapped up and unable to move.

"Use the fire spell quickly!" Someone reacted and reminded loudly.

But before he took out his wand, he looked up and saw a pair of bright deep purple eyes.

Then he rolled his eyes and fell asleep directly on the battlefield. His loud snoring mixed with the screams, sounding a little out of place.