Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

"This kind of thing should have nothing to do with me." Harry comforted himself in a low voice, "I just pronounced Voldemort's name."

It's just a name, aren't others allowed to call him by his name? Harry thought so and subconsciously forgot that wizards can cast magic on their own names.

Fortunately this time, the Burrow did not shake after he uttered the name. Harry felt a sense of amusement as he breathed a sigh of relief.

He actually thought that the shaking in the Burrow was related to him calling Voldemort's name. This was simply unspeakably ridiculous.

He is just an ordinary dark wizard, but he is a little more powerful than other dark wizards. So many people think that he is a guy whose name cannot even be spoken.

"How could there be such a person!" Harry twitched the corner of his slightly stiff mouth and continued to use Ah Q's spirit, trying to convince himself, "Voldemort is just an ordinary wizard..."

As he spoke, he remembered what Robert had told him about Voldemort.

"Like a god."

I was a little panicked, but then I thought about the fact that he had said that name several times, but nothing happened, so I couldn't help but laugh, "Next time I see Robert, I must laugh at him. What a god." The same Voldemort, just..."

However, before he could finish his words, a more terrifying impact than before hit the Burrow. Harry fell directly from the chair. The chair that also fell hit his calf, sending a heart-breaking pain. Come on, Harry almost screamed.

It wasn't just the room where Harry was affected that was affected. In fact, if it weren't for the protective circle, the Burrow, which was piled up like building blocks, would have been completely broken at that moment.

"Hiss..." Harry took a breath, rubbed his sore calf, and reluctantly got up from the ground.

Just then, Mr. Weasley screamed, "Harry! Harry!"

What followed was the sound of his panicked footsteps, "Quick! Have you packed it up yet! We have to go! Let's go now! That guy is here! He is outside! The protective circle can only hold on for the last time!"

While Harry was still thinking about who was coming, Mr. Weasley had already violently opened the door to the room, "Merlin, you fell, were you injured anywhere? Now is not the time to talk about this, let's leave first. , we’ll wait until later to discuss your injury.”

As he said that, Mr. Weasley picked up the backpack that Harry had put aside, rolled up the things on the table, stuffed them into the backpack, pulled Harry with one hand and the backpack with the other, and ran downstairs.

Ron's room was on the top floor, and Harry realized for the first time how hopeless a house would be without an elevator.

Just when the two were halfway down, another huge shock came. Mr. Weasley roared Harry's name and threw him to the ground.

Harry was pressed down by Mr. Weasley, who was a little overweight. His eyesight turned black, and he was dragged downstairs by a force.

"Molly! Molly! You and Harry go first!" Mr. Weasley shouted, pushing the dizzy Harry towards the kitchen.

Mrs. Weasley handed the iron bucket in her hand to Harry, "Quick! Harry, grab a handful! The address is No. 12 Grimmauld Place!"

Harry stood there dazed and didn't respond for a long time.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were going crazy. Why did this kid suddenly act stupid?

"I'll Disapparate with him!" Mr. Weasley said decisively, "You leave first! Take your luggage!"

Mrs. Weasley gritted her teeth and stepped into the fireplace with her large and small bags.

The green flames took Mrs. Weasley away, and Mr. Weasley, who was empty-handed, felt a little pressure.

He had to take Harry out of the Burrow before Voldemort showed up.

A sound like a fart sounded, and Mr. Weasley turned in a circle and disappeared with Harry. In his last sight, Voldemort's scarlet eyes appeared in front of him.

His pale, dry hands covered with veins were only a little away from his eyes.

"Well!" Mr. Weasley's nose was scratched a little, but he no longer had the mind to think about it at this time. Enduring the slightest pain in his nose, Mr. Weasley took Harry to a Located in downtown area.

Harry was still in a daze, and his eyes changed places. When he saw the surrounding environment clearly, he was surprised to find that everyone was looking at the two of them with incomprehensible eyes.

"Did that man fart just now?"

"Why is he grabbing that kid?"

"Is there something wrong with that child? Did he kidnap that child?"

"Police police!"

A large number of disjointed words came into Harry's ears, and soon he felt his ears ringing and hurting.

Mr. Weasley looked worried.

"There are a lot of people here, Harry, follow me." Mr. Weasley grabbed Harry, who was still in a daze, and dragged him into an alley. His actions made more people think That's a criminal who wants to do something to that poor kid right now.

With a strong sense of justice, many people followed them.

Although wizards have supernatural powers, they themselves are not much stronger than Muggles, especially Mr. Weasley who is now middle-aged... well, almost middle-aged. The pressure of life has made his head bald and his figure poor. Involuntary horizontal development.

Before he could get out of the alley, he was blocked.

"Man, you're doing this wrong." A burly man blocked behind Mr. Weasley, "Show your passport, driver's license or work permit, or you can also quote your insurance number."

Mr. Weasley looked confused.

What are you talking about?

Seeing him frozen on the spot, the strong man couldn't help but become alert, "Or do you mean, you don't have any?"

Only then did Mr. Weasley realize that the other party wanted to confirm his identity.

"This...I..." Seeing that the guy in front of him looked more and more uncomfortable, Mr. Weasley could only use a confusion spell to make him look at the card in his hand.

The strong man with dull eyes said to himself, "Is that so you are running away from a murderer?" As he spoke, his eyes regained clarity, but the memory in his mind was modified.

"In that case, how about staying at my house for a night?" The strong man showed a hearty smile, "I have a house in Grimmauld Place. You can stay temporarily if you need it, but you have to clean it yourself."

Mr. Weasley said he thought he heard a familiar name.