Harry had waited far too long for this moment.
For the past two days, he had stayed in this study, facing mountains of homework and feeling like a prisoner behind bars.
Although Bill came over every evening for "efficient homework tutoring," that sense of isolation from the world still left him restless.
He was not doing homework. He was fighting a battle.
That was what his maternal cousin had told him.
Every minute he sat here provided the perfect cover for the entire plan.
Now his job of providing cover was over, and he was finally about to step onto the real stage.
"How are we getting there, Dobby?" Harry asked eagerly. "The Floo Network? They'll be able to track us!"
"No, sir! Mr. Holmes arranged everything long ago!" Dobby puffed out his chest proudly and pointed at the study's fireplace.
"Got it!" Harry nodded firmly.
A Niffler poked its little head out of his pocket, its shiny black eyes watching everything curiously. It was Wangcai.
Harry grabbed a handful of Floo Powder, took a deep breath, and strode into the fireplace.
"Hogwarts Defense Against Dark Magic office!" he called clearly.
Emerald flames swallowed him in an instant.
After a dizzying whirl, Harry stumbled and fell out of the fireplace in Douglas's office.
Without even taking the time to get a good look at the office, he scrambled up, pulled open the door, and rushed out.
He sprinted down the corridors toward the Quidditch Pitch.
"Heavens, please don't let me miss the match!"
When he reached the entrance to the Quidditch Pitch, panting for breath, the deafening cheers nearly bowled him over.
He immediately spotted Ron and Hermione anxiously searching the crowd.
"Harry!" Ron spotted him first and shouted in delighted surprise.
"Where have you been? We've been looking everywhere