Instinctively, he placed his hand on Vivi's legs, which were straddling him, feeling the soft, smooth elasticity of youth.
Just as Vivi was pushing Harry's shirt up, a call suddenly sounded from outside.
"Harry! Harry!"
Vivi quickly got off Harry, almost instantaneously changing into the formal attire she wore during the day.
The curtain was suddenly lifted; it was Hermione.
She saw Harry on the bed with clothes in disarray, and Vivi lying beside him.
For a moment, she felt like she had caught something, but the emergency situation made her unable to dwell on it.
"Get up quickly!" she shouted urgently. "There's an emergency happening! Something big seems to be going on! You need to... you need to leave with us quickly! It's very dangerous here now!"
With that, she ran out.
Danger?
Harry scratched his head, glanced at Vivi, only to find Vivi smiling.
The biggest danger is right next to me!
He knew that when Vivi showed this expression, it meant she was very, very angry.
Vivi was indeed angry; the atmosphere had built up to this point, Cassandra wasn't around, and the hard-won opportunity was destroyed...
She now felt like killing something.
When they exited the tent, they saw people running towards the camp's outer perimeter.
"Stick close to us."
After Harry came out, Little Sirius said to the children, "The situation outside is tense, I need you to stick close to us, let's move out together—this way we can watch out for each other."
"Do you need us to do anything?" Bill asked.
"No need, stick close to us." Mrs. Weasley said sternly. "Outside is being handled by Aurors, what we need to do is not create trouble, and quickly get home—"
Following the instructions, they hurriedly ran out of the tent.
By the glow of the still burning fires, they could still see people running toward the forest, as if fleeing from something moving through the camp towards them.
That thing flashed strangely, also making sounds like gunfire.
Loud jeers, laughter, inebriated shouting, also moved towards them.
Then, a chilling shout echoed through the entire camp.
"Mosmodre (Reincarnate bones)!"
"Quack Quack!"
Accompanied by the chilling spell sound, came a comical duck quacking.
The scene suddenly plunged into extreme awkwardness, and the Weasley Twins abruptly let out a snigger.
"Is this your magic wand?" Ron quickly spotted the discrepancy.
"Oh, Little Ronnie."
The Weasley Twins glanced at their mom, clearly Mrs. Weasley hadn't noticed Ron speaking.
"What nonsense are you speaking, this has nothing to do with us—if mom doesn't realize, then I'll tell you, yes, it's ours."
"Then how did your things end up—" Ron organized his words, confirmed again that mom wasn't watching before asking, "end up in those guys' hands? I mean, they don't sound like good people."
"Yes, thanks to Harry." Fred chuckled, "If not for him, our wands would be unsold."
"Magic wands aren't selling, help us!" George winked and said.
"Atkins!"
The roar reverberated through the camp again, accompanied by a succession of "quack quack" sounds.
"Looks like these guys stirred up a duck's nest." Little Sirius didn't forget to tease: "These Death Eaters are getting more and more outrageous—though you can see, since their boss is stuck on someone else's nape, masquerading as a woman to fool naive boys..."
Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the side, startling everyone.
Vivi cast a spell, and a sharp cry sounded from the bushes.
It was a female House-Elf, struggling to emerge from the bushes.
Her movements were very peculiar, seemingly challenging, as if an unseen force was pulling her back.
"Bad wizards everywhere!" she shouted in panic while desperately trying to run forward, "people are up high—Shanshan wants to escape!"
She panted, screamed, and wrestled against the force restraining her, disappearing into the trees on the other side of the path.
"Apparently, her name is Shanshan." Vivi said idly, scanning the surroundings. "I think she's defying her master's orders, so... what exactly is driving her? Harry, you tell me!"
"Me?" Harry pointed at himself, "Could I possibly know the owner of this House-Elf?"
"Not necessarily." Vivi said idly, "Perhaps we might have met this person—"
"I think we need to inquire who exactly she is serving!" Little Sirius immediately caught on: "Shanshan... Hmm, families with House-Elves aren't common in the United Kingdom, I think we can narrow down the scope further."
Vivi glanced at Hermione, but Hermione didn't seem inclined to say anything.
Apparently, she hadn't developed a savior complex when it was inappropriate to do so—not to deny, Kreacher's education was quite effective.
"We should be heading back soon."
Mr. Weasley clearly didn't want to linger here another second, understandable since his entire family was present.
This was reasonable, after all, if something happened, his whole family wouldn't escape.
That wouldn't be worth it; no one, no matter how responsible, should gamble with their family, nor can they be forced to do so.
Soon, they reached the forest edge.
"Let's wait here for a moment." Little Sirius said, "Don't worry, everyone, I've contacted the carriage, it will arrive shortly."
Just as Mr. Weasley was about to say something, rustling sounds suddenly emerged from the forest.
As though someone was struggling intensely, trying to pull themselves free from within.
"Who's there!" Mr. Weasley raised his magic wand, pointing toward the pitch-dark woods.
No response.
Little Sirius also raised his wand, cautiously aiming into the forest.
All around was darkness, slightly further out was indistinguishable, but he could sense someone standing just beyond his sight.
"Who's there?" he asked.
Then, without any warning, a voice suddenly pierced the silence.
The voice was unlike any other they had heard in the forest, not tense shouting, but like a spell.
"Mosmodre (Reincarnate bones)!"
Then, out of the darkness, emerged a giant gleaming green object.
It leaped onto the treetops, soaring into the sky.
"What is that—" Ron said nervously, jumping up, eyes locked on the newly emerged object.
It was an enormous skeleton, composed of numerous emerald-like twinkling stars, a giant snake protruding from the skeleton's mouth like a tongue.
As they watched, the skeleton ascended higher, emitting a dazzling light amidst a cloud of green mist, against the pitch-black sky, like a new constellation.
"The Dark Mark!" Harry frowned and said.
He'd seen that mark during his first year.
Once the cross-dressed version of Voldemort secretly planted this on Draco.
"You know this thing?" Little Sirius tensed, concerned, asking.
"Oh, I've seen it." Harry shrugged, "During the summer of my first year, I saw it on Draco's hand—but I dispelled it."
"What is this thing?" Ron exclaimed, "I've never seen it before!"
"It's the mark of You-Know-Who, who plants it on his most faithful servants."
Mr. Weasley looked up at the sky, sighing as he spoke: "I understand now why Lucius would shamelessly try to make nice with you—it turns out you saved his son."