Hogwarts Shippuden

It took almost an hour and a half for Classmate Savior to complete his long novel.

Looking at the parchment that was full of earthy love words written in front of him, and could even drop a whole lot of dirt when shaken, Harry's face showed a satisfied smile.

Just as he was thinking about adding something superfluous to the parchment, like drawing two hearts, writing his and Ginny's names, and piercing them with arrows, a bang broke the tranquility of Privet Drive. .

Harry was so frightened that the ink bottle in his hand was overturned with a shake of his hand, and the jet black ink instantly covered most of the parchment.

Looking at the collection of earthy love words that had turned into a large black ink stain, Harry let out a grief-stricken howl - "No!

! "

But the next second, Harry couldn't care less about his love letter to Ginny.

Boom!

A louder bang came again than before.

This explosion sounded like a signal being released. Accompanied by the whirring sound of breaking the air, a series of explosions came from all over Privet Road.

In this continuous explosion, there were also loud shouts of people.

For a time, Privet Road seemed to have become a brutal battlefield where countless people were fighting fiercely.

Harry finally realized that something was wrong.

From his jeans pocket like a sword, he pulled out a stubby little stick and pointed at the wand.

Almost as soon as he drew his wand, an arc of electricity slid through the air in front of him and hit the street-facing wall of his room.

With a loud bang, Harry only felt an earth-shattering violent shaking, and he fell unsteadily to the ground.

The three Vernons screamed from downstairs.

Harry staggered to his feet from the ground.

After groping to find his dropped glasses on the messy ground and putting them on, he rushed to the big hole that was opened in the room.

The first thing that entered his field of vision was the two groups of people fighting on the street, and the various spells flying back and forth between them.

Harry was startled when he saw clearly what one of the forces was wearing.

They were all shrouded in black robes, their faces covered with broad hoods and bronze ghastly faces, but Harry recognized them at a glance.

In the entire British magical world, apart from the Death Eaters, no normal person would dress like this.

Taking a deep breath, Harry forced himself to calm down. He lowered his body and began to observe the other side who was fighting the Death Eaters.

Harry suddenly found out that these people are not all the neighbors of the Vernon family?

Why have they all changed and become allies to protect themselves?

If Vernon knew that his neighbors were all wizards, he would probably have died on the spot.

But now is not the time to be concerned about this.

Those Death Eaters on the street had obviously gained the upper hand, and those friendly troops had already begun to retreat under the fierce offensive of the Death Eaters.

Almost every three or four seconds, someone falls down.

Harry raised his wand, hiding in the room on the second floor like a sniper hiding in the dark, aiming at the group of black-robed Death Eaters below.

As soon as he shot it, it was the strongest secret magic he learned from the Weiss Lai Gemini—

"Ultimate Blast!"

A thick crimson electric light cut through the air and fell into the formation of the Death Eaters. Everyone clearly heard a loud explosion of thunder.

Through the rising smoke, Harry seemed to see seven or eight figures being thrown out of the crowd.

For a moment, Harry's expression was dull.

This was the first time he had used this magic after the twins taught him this magic. He didn't expect it to be so powerful.

Harry's sneak attack immediately changed the situation on the battlefield.

The Anbu wizard guarding Harry sounded the horn of a counterattack, and the attacking Death Eaters began to retreat.

After dropping a dozen or so corpses, the Death Eaters apparated away in ashes.

Privet Drive has once again regained its former serenity.

Harry stood motionless in the room, and for a moment he couldn't believe what had just happened.

The Death Eaters actually appeared here in a grand manner, in the Xiaohuijin District.

It wasn't until a sudden knock on the door came from behind that Harry woke up with a start.

The voices of the uncle's family of three downstairs could no longer be heard, and Harry kept his twelve-point vigilance, holding his wand tightly in his hand, and slowly walked towards the door.

After the door was opened, what appeared in front of Harry was a black wizard who looked a bit like he had met Auror Kingsley Shacklebolt from the Ministry of Magic before.

Harry was a little face-blind about the black looks, but he was sure that the other party wasn't Kings.

Although Kingsley was also a black man, he was obviously not as black as the one in front of him.

The sorcerer in front of him is the kind that is so black that his head can reflect light, he looks like a slick braised egg.

And he also wore an eye patch on his left eye, and there were three very obvious scratches around the eyes behind the eye patch.

From what he had learned in Hagrid's Fantastic Creatures class, Harry was able to tell that the claw marks were due to some kind of fierce feline.

And the claw marks are still very new, they should have been injured in the past few months.

Kingsley wasn't wearing a blindfold and his eyes weren't hurt, something Harry knew.

"Harry Potter, it's not safe here, you need to leave us immediately." The one-eyed black wizard said in a businesslike tone.

Harry lowered his wand a little bit, but it was still clenched tightly in his hand and his feet didn't move.

Although the wizard and his comrades in front of him fought off the Death Eaters, he couldn't confirm their identities at all.

In the Triwizard Tournament some time ago, Harry was stabbed in the back by his most trusted friend Ron.

He was kidnapped by Ron to a spooky graveyard, where Voldemort used his blood to bring him back to life.

Although Ron was controlled by the Imperius Curse, it still left an indelible and deep shadow in Harry's weak mind.

The ghost knows whether the wizard in front of him is singing double yellow with the Death Eaters, although the possibility is very small, about zero.

But Harry still didn't plan to leave with the other party until the other party didn't prove his identity.

"Who are you?"

"His Excellency Dumbledore's Anbu, the captain of the fourth division, Nick Fury."

The wizard, who called himself Nick, spoke bluntly, but he didn't show any proof of his alleged identity, and Harry still didn't move.

"If you don't believe me," Nick saw Harry's concern, "I can contact Lord Dumbledore now."

He took a mirror out of his pocket and threw it to Harry.

Harry didn't know much about items in the wizarding world, but he could still recognize the double-sided mirror.

His future wife Ginny had given him a double-sided mirror before to keep in touch during the holidays.

But Harry still prefers writing letters, because he can write a lot of earthy things in them that he usually can't say at all.

Like what-

"My love for you is like a tractor going up a mountain."

I don't know how Ginny will feel after receiving Harry's letter.

But one thing is for sure, there is absolutely no shortage of cooking oil in Weslai's home.

Soon, Dumbledore's figure appeared in the double-sided mirror.