No. 12 Grimmauld Place, a group of people were sitting around the table having a meeting.
"Achoo!"
Chris suddenly sneezed, almost knocking the cup next to him to the ground.
Everyone looked over, Mr. Weasley asked concernedly, "Are you getting a cold?"
"No, probably not." Chris shook his head, "Maybe I just didn't rest well last night, but don't mind me. Where were we just now?"
"Transfer Harry!" Mr. Weasley said solemnly, "We must get him out of his aunt's house on his seventeenth birthday."
"I really don't understand, why bother with this!" Sirius said, looking a bit impatient.
What was Dumbledore thinking? When we brought Harry here initially, he should have stayed here. Why did we have to send him back to that Dursley house?
"Dumbledore must have his reasons." Mrs. Weasley said, "Sirius, we should trust him."
"Yes, I know, you've said it many times." Sirius replied, somewhat irritated, "If it weren't for trusting Dumbledore, I wouldn't have let Harry leave then."
The room suddenly became much quieter; no one spoke, because they also didn't know why Dumbledore had done it, especially since he personally sent Harry back to Little Whinging on his holiday night.
"Sorry, don't mind me, everyone." Sirius tried to break the silence, "So how do we safely bring Harry back here."
"Isn't this simple?" Mundungus said casually, "Have Dumbledore bring him over, just like when he sent Harry over."
This scruffy-looking wizard was staring at the shining silver cutlery on the table, showing no interest in the discussion; to him, this was just unnecessary.
With Dumbledore here, who could possibly take Potter away?
"Did you leave your ears somewhere else during our last meeting?" Mrs. Weasley, who already had a grudge against Mundungus, couldn't hold back hearing him say this.
"Last time, Dumbledore explained clearly that You-Know-Who wouldn't do nothing, so we must be fully prepared and exclude him from the plan."
Under Mrs. Weasley's gaze, Mundungus became flustered, stammering, "I... I forgot... you know, I have a lot to deal with..."
"Do you mean selling smuggled cauldrons?" Mrs. Weasley coldly said, "Or those dubious items."
"They... they are all obtained legally!" Mundungus said stiffly.
"Oh..." Mrs. Weasley sneered, not speaking further.
If it were truly legal, would Mundungus be hiding here for a week? Surely someone was chasing him outside.
To be honest, Mrs. Weasley really didn't want Ginny and Ron to associate with someone like him, but there was no choice; Dumbledore trusted him, and as a member of the Order of Phoenix, Mundungus had the right to stay here.
The scene suddenly became even more awkward.
"Alright, weren't we discussing how to safely transfer Harry?" Auror Kingsley said to break the ice, "Molly, share your thoughts."
"It would be best if Dumbledore could join, but we also need to plan how to ensure Harry's safety when he's not around."
Upon hearing the matter at hand, Mrs. Weasley stopped paying attention to Mundungus.
"How about the Invisibility Spell?" She thought of the car that Ron drove to Hogwarts.
Despite constantly complaining about Mr. Weasley secretly modifying the car, she knew there was a feature to turn invisible, and if Ron had realized it in time, they might not have been discovered.
By creating another car like that, they should be able to safely get Harry out of Little Whinging.
Moreover, everything was readily available.
Sirius had the car, and Mr. Weasley was skilled, if all they needed were flying and invisibility features, three days would be more than enough.
But Moody shook his head after listening.
"No." He said after pondering for a while, "Death Eaters aren't Muggles; there are too many ways for them to find invisible targets, like Peeping Mirror and Exploration Spell."
"Then let's all move together." Sirius said, "Directly fight them!"
No one answered him; people paused for a moment, then continued discussing as if nothing had happened, as if a dog had just barked.
Directly fight... when Sirius said such things, it meant his intelligence had reached the same level as Mundungus.
If it were so simple, would they need to sit here?
What they needed to do was get Harry out, not wash him clean and send him into Voldemort's hands.
Seeing others ignore him, Sirius could only sulkily shut his mouth.
"How about connecting the house in Little Whinging to the Floo Network?" Mr. Weasley said, "That house has Harry's mother's protective Magic, extremely secure; You-Know-Who and his Death Eaters can't get in.
"Then we can use Floo Network or Portkey 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 way, it might expose the location of Grimmauld Place. We absolutely must not connect here to the Floo Network."