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I know, but can't I just fantasize? And why haven't I done this before?

"Because deep down inside, you realize the uselessness of half the tracking devices involved in a magically saturated place. From your memories, I can safely judge that if the Wormtail with Mark had gone far enough into the Forbidden Forest, you could have lost him from the "radars." But in the ordinary world, it will work."

After thinking this over, I focused on tracking the actions of the wizards. Eight of them entered the Dursleys' house and began to communicate with Potter, on whom, by the way, I also hung the Mark. They chatted there for at least five minutes, after which Potter and another wizard went to the second floor of the house and, apparently, were collecting things. A couple of minutes later, they went down, and a few more minutes later, they went out into the backyard, waiting for something. I wish I could remember what exactly.

But not for long, I was in the dark - magical red sparks flew into the sky, and nine wizards lined up in some order. The rest, who were within a radius of half a kilometer from house number four on Privet Drive, remained in their positions for the time being. Another bunch of red sparks, visible only to wizards, began to rise into the air. I raised my wand and instantly gave out the maximum possible density and volume of magic:

"Stupefy."

In a calm atmosphere, without the pressure of someone else's magic and a heap of sources of stress, I managed to create sixty-two blue clots of Stupefy. Rowena immediately took them under her control, and they, like snakes, flew across the field to the streets of the city at a tremendous, at least transonic speed, accelerating more and more. They have no material embodiment — the laws of physics, such as aerodynamics and inertia, do not affect them, and therefore they could turn immediately and in any direction.

On a three-dimensional map, in my imagination, the marks of a group of wizards quickly blinked along the perimeter of the area around Privet Drive. This is how Rowena signaled that the target was hit without removing the Mark. A group of wizards led by Potter managed to put up a slight resistance.

"Stupefy. Stupefy," I repeated the volley twice. It only took a few seconds for the projectiles to reach their targets.

By the time the Stupefy beams arrived, five wizards had huddled around Potter and, apparently, set up a powerful Protego. Two had already dropped out of the game, and one wizard tried to fly away on a broomstick but was mercilessly shot down and sent to the rose bushes on the Dursley plot. The tactics of breaking through Protego is quite simple, as with an egg - you need to press not from all sides but concentrate the fire at one point. So Rowena did, in flight, lining up three dozen beams one after another, and they broke through the protection, and the rest found targets inside. The wizard with the most magical responses from Echo, presumably Moody, did not last much longer than the rest - it is unlikely that he had previously encountered a swarm of Stupefy beams flying at the speed of sound.

Suddenly, an owl hooted from the side, which scared me quite a bit — I was already tense. The bird was clearly flying towards me, and I put my hand out so that it could sit down. Such a big one, not like any owl. As soon as it sat down, I could see a small, coiled letter that was tied to the bird's leg. After running my wand over the letter and not finding anything unwanted, except for the obvious spell of a standard portkey, activated on command, I untied it, and the bird immediately flapped its wings and flew away.

"Curious," I said, unfolding the letter.

"Mr. Knight," read the beautiful calligraphic handwriting of the unknown sender. "I would like to introduce you to people who can turn to you for help in solving various specific issues in magic. To my deepest regret, in the near future, I may be extremely busy, and it will not always be possible for me to contact you personally. Therefore, I consider such a measure necessary. The letter is a portkey activated by a standard command. Sincerely, A. P. W. B. Dumbledore."

"Curious..."

I wanted to watch the paralyzed wizards for a bit so they wouldn't be attacked there or something. But, as you know, the Stupefy effect doesn't last very long, and in a dozen minutes, they'll come to their senses on their own.

Just in case, I used attentiveness and other features of the body to the maximum.

"Portus."

I was immediately dragged through by a soft and competently created portal without causing any inconvenience.