Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures-Chapter 848: Metamorphmagus

The people below were crowded around the foot of the stairs, gazing intently up at them, mainly looking at Harry, some craning their heads for a better look.

Oooh, he looks just like I thought he would, said Tonks who was holding her lit wand aloft.

Yeah, he looks exactly like James, said Kingsley in agreement.

Except the eyes! said the wheezy-voiced wizard, Dedalus, Lilys eyes.

There was a lot of chatter between them. They all knew Harrys parents.

Many of them had been friends of James and Lily, and they were moved to see Harry now.

Harry was still a little confused. He could hardly believe this was real. Four weeks with nothing, not the tiniest hint of a plan to remove him from Privet Drive, and suddenly a whole bunch of wizards was standing matter-of-factly in the house as though this were a long-standing arrangement.

He looked at Evan next to him, turned his head and glanced at the people in the hall below, and they were gazing avidly at him.

Harry felt very conscious of the fact that he had not combed his hair for four days, and was embarrassed.

Im er youre really lucky the Dursleys are out, he mumbled.

Well, Harry, it has been all arranged. Tonks sent a letter by Muggle post telling them theyd been short-listed for the All-England Best-Kept Suburban Lawn Competition. Theyre heading off to the prize-giving right now, said Evan, seeing Harrys confused expression. By the way, you dont know their names yet, let me introduce them to you

Harry inclined his head awkwardly at each of the wizards as they were introduced. In fact, he wished they would look at something other than him. It was as though he had suddenly been ushered onstage.

Introductions are over. Youll have enough time to get to know one another later, said Moody gruffly, Harry, have you finished packing your things? Weve got about fifteen minutes. Were just waiting for the signal to tell us its safe to set off.

Not yet, Im going to pack up now. Whats going on? Harry turned to Evan again. Voldemort

Several of the witches and wizards made odd hissing noises, and Dedalus Diggle dropped his hat again.

Shut up! Moody growled, Dont mention that name!

Whats the matter? Harry asked suspiciously, not expecting that strong reaction.

This house is under surveillance and its not very safe. Its best not to talk about sensitive things, said Evan.

He felt that there was magical power around him, and the Ministry of Magic had indeed arranged it here.

Because of this, they could always detect Harrys use of magic or other things in the first place.

Of course, this monitoring was very vague, but Voldemorts name was a very sensitive word.

Were not discussing anything here, its too risky, muttered Moody in displeasure, turning his normal eye on Harry; his magical eye remained pointing up at the ceiling. Damn it, he added angrily, putting a hand up to the magical eye, it keeps sticking ever since that scum wore it.

And with a nasty squelching sound much like a plunger being pulled from a sink, he popped out his eye.

Mad-Eye, you do know thats disgusting, dont you? said Tonks conversationally.

Get me a glass of water, would you, Harry? asked Moody.

Harry crossed to the dishwasher, took out a clean glass, and filled it with fresh water at the sink, still watched eagerly by the band of wizards. f(r)eeweb(n)ovel

Evan was speechless for a while, and he knew from Harrys expression that their relentless staring was starting to annoy him.

Cheers, said Moody, when Harry handed him the glass. He dropped the magical eyeball into the water and prodded it up and down. The eye whizzed around, staring at them all in turn. I want three-hundred-and-sixty degrees visibility on the return journey.

Come on, wed better hurry up and get packed. Well be on the road soon after the signal. Ill help you, Harry! said Evan, pushing Harry so that he wouldnt be standing here and be seen as a cherished animal.

Ill go too, said Tonks brightly, looking around curiously.

Funny place, she said, Its a bit too clean do you know what I mean? Bit unnatural. My dad is also Muggle-born, but hes a right old slob. I suppose it varies, just like with wizards. Oh, this is better

When they walked into Harrys bedroom and Harry turned on the light, she nodded and Harry was embarrassed.

His room was certainly much messier than the rest of the house. Confined to it for four days in a very bad mood, Harry had not bothered tidying up after himself. Most of the books he owned were strewn over the floor where hed tried to distract himself with each in turn and thrown it aside.

Hedwigs cage needed cleaning out and was starting to smell, and his trunk lay open, revealing a jumbled mixture of Muggle clothes and wizards robes that had spilled onto the floor around it.

If possible, Harry hoped that he would be able to clean up before letting Evan and Tonks come in.

Actually, its not bad! said Evan, he didnt tidy up things very much, and Dobby was in charge. The house-elf did a good job, always packed everything up at night, so that no one could find out his existence.

Evan did not expect Dobby to help him that much when he took him in.

Maybe Harry could consider keeping a house-elf in his room.

While chatting, Evan and Harry started picking up books and throwing them hastily into the trunk.

Tonks paused at Harrys open wardrobe to look critically at her reflection in the mirror on the inside of the door.

You know, I dont think purples really my color, she said pensively, tugging at a lock of spiky hair. Do you think it makes me look a bit peaky?

Er said Harry, looking up at her over the top of Quidditch Teams of Britain and Ireland.

Evan also raised his head and saw Tonks hair changing slightly.

Yeah, it does, said Tonks decisively. She screwed up her eyes in a strained expression as though she were struggling to remember something. A second later, her hair had turned bubble-gum pink.

She was a Metamorphmagus, an extremely rare branch of Transfiguration. This was really the best magic for disguise.

Hey there! Translating_Wizard here! Chapter 1060 just dropped on Patreon! If you've enjoyed reading and want to read more, I'd greatly appreciate your support

Updat𝓮d from novelbuddy(.)com