Harry's transfer had gone smoothly. After receiving Snape's urgent report, Voldemort had little interest in ambushing Harry Potter midway. There simply had not been enough time, and Voldemort did not have many reliable helpers at his side. The Death Eaters all had their own assignments.
Besides, revealing that he was alive now would be more trouble than it was worth for Voldemort.
Cornelius Fudge had completely fallen out with Dumbledore over whether Voldemort was still alive, and had been doing his utmost to cause Dumbledore trouble.
Having Minister of Magic Fudge tie up Dumbledore's attention was undoubtedly more beneficial to Voldemort. Before figuring out what was inside the Prophecy Sphere, Voldemort had no plans to make a move against Harry Potter. He intended to use this time to build up his strength and recover his former power.
With no interference from Voldemort, Harry arrived safely at Grimmauld Place No. 12.
At that moment, the young savior was pouring out all the grievances, unease, and anger he had suffered during the summer vacation to his two friends.
"Hello, Harry."
Fred and George waited thoughtfully outside the room until Harry had finished complaining to his friends, then suddenly Apparated into the room, deliberately giving Harry a fright.
"We heard your delightful speech," Fred said with a broad grin.
"Why are you all at Sirius's house?" Harry asked in confusion.
"Sirius lent this place to Dumbledore as the Order of the Phoenix's temporary headquarters," Ron said with a smile. "My family has moved here for the time being."
"What is the Order of the Phoenix?" Harry turned to ask Hermione.
"It's an organization founded by Dumbledore specifically to resist Voldemort," Hermione explained.
"So, you've all joined the Order of the Phoenix?" Harry grumbled unhappily. "I'm the only one being kept in the dark?"