Counter-Rescue

After spending one night at Grimmauld Place, they dragged their luggage to the station the next day, as the Christmas holiday had ended.

To be honest, this was the time they least wanted to return to Hogwarts.

Hogwarts showed no signs of improvement after Christmas. Instead, ravaged by heavy snow, it had become even more bitterly cold.

Eli also received some news. He rushed to Dumbledore's office without stopping; his Patronus had already delivered the message ahead of him.

The door to the Headmaster's Office opened at a push, and Eli barged straight in.

Dumbledore was pacing before his desk.

"Is the information confirmed?"

"Absolutely true!"

A glint of cold light flashed in Dumbledore's eyes. "I've already informed Sirius and the others. We can't let them succeed so easily!"

"Already informed!" Phineas shouted from the portrait.

Just moments ago, the Werewolf Victor had sent word that Fenrir had gathered the werewolves. They were going to attack Azkaban.

According to Dumbledore's plan, the Order of the Phoenix would intercept the Death Eaters coming to rescue them, and Eli would also take part in the operation.

Around the time stated in the message, Eli vanished directly from Hogwarts and arrived at Grimmauld Place.

Quite a few people had already gathered there: Mad-Eye, the Weasley family, Sirius, Lupin, and several others Eli did not know very well.

"No more waiting, we're leaving!" Moody jabbed his cane against the floor with loud thumps and hurried toward the front door. Everyone immediately followed.

"Kingsley can't come. Showing up could expose him, and he's protecting the Muggle Prime Minister at the same time," Sirius said quietly beside Eli. "Be careful later."

Moody suddenly turned around and said gruffly, "Don't let him protect you later, Sirius."

"Mm." Moody lowered his head and mounted his broomstick. "Move out!"