"You're alert. Good," Moody's voice rang out. "But not alert enough. If it had been me, those few seconds would have been more than enough to make you pay."
"Professor Moody?" Harry recognized Moody's voice.
"Professor isn't quite the right title, Harry. I never taught you lot a single lesson," Moody said gruffly.
"Come to think of it, why are we talking in the dark?" Tonks flicked her wand and cast Lumos.
But the next second, Su Er had already slapped the light switch on the wall beside the cupboard with a click.
Light instantly flooded the previously dim room. One switch lit the hallway, another the stairs leading to the second floor, leaving Harry completely exposed with his wand raised.
"Wow, so these are Muggles'... electric lights? Brilliant," Tonks marveled. "So convenient. Now I don't have to stand here holding my wand up like an idiot."
Then Tonks looked at Harry at the foot of the stairs.
"Hey, he's exactly how I imagined him. Hello, Harry."
Tonks shook her blue hair and waved at Harry.
Kingsley, sporting skin exclusive to Africans, could not help nodding in agreement. "He really does look so much like James."
Su Er looked at Harry, who still had his wand pointed at them, and said,
"It's me, Harry. Dumbledore cured me. Come down. We're here to take you away from here."
"Is it really you?"
"It really is." Su Er nodded helplessly. "Remember that magical duel on the train? You and Ron against me, and I strung you up and spanked you..."
Tonks immediately looked at Su Er, then at Harry, with a peculiar expression.
Were young people really that wild?
"Oh, stop. I believe it's you," Harry said hastily, casually stuffing his wand into his pocket and jogging down the stairs. There had