Chapter 1089

It was Lupin.

Then, many wizards rushed into the room.

The Dursleys screamed in terror.

Darren vigilantly pulled out his wand.

He practically poured the Polyjuice Potion into Harry's mouth.

Then he whispered to Harry:

"Brother, I suspect Remus might be someone in disguise.

In a moment, climb out the window and leave on your broomstick.

Don't go to Knockturn Alley; wait for me at King's Cross Station. I'll handle them. Don't worry, no one can beat me!"

Harry curled into a ball on the floor in pain, and then he transformed into a strange man.

Watching Darren walk toward those people, he gritted his teeth, realizing that staying behind would only make him a burden to Darren.

So he picked up his trunk, took out his broomstick, and rushed into the room.

To his surprise, as he rushed toward the room, no one tried to stop him.

Harry held back his tears.

He climbed out the window.

He sat on his flying broomstick.

He looked back and discovered that the wizards who had rushed in were surrounding Darren.

They seemed to be questioning him about something.

He knew that must be them lecturing Darren.

They must be interrogating Darren.

He felt extremely sad.

But he understood that at this moment, he should leave! Harry clenched his fists in anger.

A gentleman takes his revenge, even ten years later.

It's just that.

"It's over, Potter, get off the broomstick!"

A gruff voice said.

Harry looked back.

Mad-Eye Moody.

And two witches he didn't recognize.

"I think we don't need three of us to catch him."

One of the witches, whose hair was flashing with various colors, said with disdain.

Harry's heart sank.

These people were indeed here to catch him.

"Only by catching him can we make Darren compromise; we must be secure!"

Moody raised the wand in his hand.

He aimed it at Harry.

"Get down, don't make me say it a second time, or I'll blow this place up!"

"Don't do that, that's too rough."

"Must, immediately!"

Moody shouted.

Harry understood.

They must want to catch him to threaten Darren.

He felt extremely angry inside.

Even if he died, he would absolutely not let these people succeed.

So he pretended to be about to go down, then he suddenly lifted the broomstick, and the Firebolt shot out.

Faster, even faster!

Harry told himself hard.

Only by leaving here.

Is there hope of escape!

"Get down, Potter, this is my third warning to you!"

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