I, Hogwarts Second Week

I'm a little anxious.

Owen smiled but said nothing.

He didn't want to be so hasty, even if the current situation was dangerous.

"But before that, we have to get Harry over first." Ginny added.

"Oh! Yes, how is Harry? The Order of the Phoenix must have made arrangements, right?" Hermione said quickly, using the slope to find a step. "Owen said that when Harry became an adult, his mother stayed The magic will fail. We need to get him back in advance.”

"It has to be in advance. I heard from Bill that they already have a plan." Ginny was a little angry, "I really don't understand why they still let Harry go to the same family he returned to, and now they have to find a way to take him back."

"Because it's unknown -" Owen looked at Ginny and explained, "The magic of love has always been the most mysterious magic in the wizarding world. The Department of Mystery Management of the Ministry of Magic has a department dedicated to studying this magic, but nothing has been found after so many years. Even Professor Dumbledore has no idea how this magic works or even how it is triggered. He can only attribute the source of this magic to 'love'."

"As for why Harry returned to his aunt's house, it was because it was his mother's choice. His mother believed that her family could protect him, and Harry's last biological relatives were only his aunt's family. As long as Harry is here After staying in their home for a while, the magic left by his mother will be charged and continue to protect him until he reaches adulthood.

Specifically why? How exactly does magic work? What we still don’t know is that Dumbledore was simply following Harry’s mother’s wishes. "

"But -" Ginny stretched her neck and said stubbornly, "Harry's aunt was absolutely abusive to him. Doesn't his mother know what kind of person her sister is? I heard Sirius said - well - It was Sirius who told Harry about his parents. I heard from the sidelines - James and Lily invited the Dursleys when they got married, but they didn't come. I think it was Harry. "My mother should have realized that her sister doesn't love her as much as she thought!"

"You don't know Harry's mother." Owen said, "That is a legend! She has a kind heart like Hufflepuff. She always thought that her sister would take good care of her son, and she loved her After all, her sister is her only relative."

"Huh - obviously, she guessed wrong." Ginny said unhappily, "Sirius went to the Dursleys two weeks ago and got very angry when he came back. Obviously they didn't have a pleasant conversation."

"What's wrong?" Hermione had calmed down by this time, and she sat next to Owen, close to him.

"About the evacuation," Ginny said, "The Dursleys have to move out of London before Harry leaves, in order to protect them. Hermione, you know this best."

"Hmm-" The little witch's eyes dimmed instantly.

"Mr. Grindelwald seems to have some property in the Muggle world. I heard Roy say that they will arrange everything for the Dursleys in a country in the Far East. Including a decent job, a comfortable house, even better than what they have in the female world." The house on Zhen Road is even more spacious!”

"But that idiot Vernon Dursley just didn't agree to move out, and he insisted that Harry kicked them out just to occupy their house." At this point, Ginny was furious, took several deep breaths, and finally Calm down a bit. He said sarcastically: "He probably didn't know that the gold Sirius left to Harry could cover their house."

"Uh" Hermione pursed her lips, feeling very speechless inside.

And Owen - he couldn't figure it out - didn't Vernon watch TV, read newspapers, or understand the news?

Last Christmas, Hermione stole the show in the TV newspapers. Now she holds the title of princess.

Vernon knew that Hermione and Ron were Harry's good friends.

He had bumped into them several times at King's Cross, and it was impossible not to know.

Did he think that the princess's friend would like his shabby house?

It can only be said that the forest is big and there are all kinds of birds, and the gap between people's thoughts is greater than that between people and dogs.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Has the Order of the Phoenix decided on a date? When will we pick up Harry?" Owen said.

"I don't know." Ginny shook her head, "They won't tell us such important information."

"Owen, is there danger?" Hermione heard the worry in Owen's words.

"It's a bit troublesome, but not much." Owen explained briefly: "It's a trace. You should know that it is a spell that can detect magical activities of wizards under the age of seventeen. I think it may be related to the name magic. It's like the Marauder's Map, where Tom puts a spell on his name and when you trigger a certain key, the location is marked.

If Harry uses magic or anyone around him uses magic, the Ministry of Magic will detect it. And if there were Death Eaters in the Ministry of Magic, then Tom would naturally know their location. "

"Traces?" Hermione naturally knew this. Every year when she left school, Professor McGonagall would say that underage wizards cannot use magic outside of school. The method used by the Ministry of Magic to monitor them was traces. But - "In the past few years, we have often used magic outside, isn't it okay?"

"There are two reasons." Owen said, "The first is distance. Although the trace is on Harry, the Ministry of Magic's monitoring is limited to a certain distance. It will not work beyond a certain distance. I guess this range will only include some cities including London. For example, some wilderness areas, the Ministry of Magic cannot monitor beyond the distance. The second is that Hogwarts' reputation has been rising over the years, and you are all star wizards, fighting Death Eaters several times-so the Ministry of Magic turned a blind eye to it. After all, using magic outside of school is not a serious violation of the law. The main thing is whether it violates the Statute of Secrecy."

"Then-Owen, do you have a way to help Harry?" Hermione stared at him straight, and for some reason, she felt that Owen must have a way.

"Well - it's very simple." Owen took the little witch into his arms, kissed her cheek and said: "Whether it is the goblin's Apparition or the wizard's Portkey, these are all spells. When applied to Harry, they will cause a trace reaction, but the Anywhere Door invented by Nicolas Flamel is not."

"You can understand it as a Anywhere Door is a bridge that connects different places. The magic penetrates the space. It does not affect the people passing through."

"Is that so!" Hermione said with a slightly red face, "That's great."

"Hey hey -" Ginny on the side couldn't stand it anymore, she shouted loudly, "I'm still here!"

"It's okay! We don't care!" Owen didn't even look at her, but just hugged Hermione tighter.

"Huh -" Ginny snorted sullenly, and then immediately chose to leave the living room.

She felt that the two people in front of her seemed to be more annoying than before. Maybe they slept in the same bed for two weeks? Ginny thought secretly. Hermione was not so bold before, at least not in front of other people.

Maybe - she thought about herself. She will be sixteen soon, just one month away. Actually, she is not young anymore. Harry thought about it and the little witch blushed.

On the other side, Owen gave Dobby a clock with a door and asked him to take it to the Burrow.

In this way, it can go anywhere at will.

In the following days, he and Hermione went to many places.

Staying in the room is just waiting to get moldy. If you want to experience freedom, you have to go out and see.

Besides, the most intense war in early July has passed.

Nearing the middle of the month, the magic world finally gained a bit of stability.

Although the trend continues in secret, at least there is no sudden occurrence of unscrupulous dark wizards and Aurors dueling.

They went to the ancient castle in Derbyshire, Miss Granger's fiefdom.

The castle is located in the famous Peak District National Park.

The surrounding mountains and rivers are beautiful.

This is like other Muggle castles with different styles scattered in the Peak District National Park, low-key and luxurious, and far away from the magic world. Except for ordinary Muggle tourists who come to visit with great interest from time to time, no wizard would be interested in coming here.

As a holiday destination, this place is really suitable.

It is said that this castle once belonged to a Muggle duke. Unfortunately, as early as the 1930s, the last heir of this family could not afford the huge maintenance costs of the castle and had to sell it.

In the following decades, the castle changed hands several times, but no owner was willing to spend tens of millions of pounds to maintain and redecorate the castle.

In the end, the ownership of the castle fell into the hands of the local government. Relying on central government subsidies, the local government maintained the castle to the minimum.

Now that it has fallen into the hands of Miss Granger, the local government is jubilant and happy. For them, they finally got rid of this money-losing castle.

In the lush forest, the castle stands alone.

The stone walls of the castle are mottled, and the traces of time are deeply engraved on every stone. Part of the wall has collapsed, and the rubble is scattered all over the ground. Although the pointed tower still stands, the window lattices are dilapidated and seem to collapse at any time. The gate of the castle is rusty, the iron lock has long been rusted and broken, and the door panel is swaying in the wind. Perhaps it was the work of the local government. The broken fences were twisted together with a few little finger-thick iron wires. They were really rough and they were unwilling to spend any more money.

The hillsides around the castle are covered with green grass and dotted with wild flowers, exuding a faint fragrance. The mountains in the distance are rolling. The clear stream flows down from the mountains and converges into a green lake at the foot of the castle. The lake is sparkling, reflecting the blue sky, white clouds and the afterimage of the castle.

It must be said that the scenery around the castle is absolutely beautiful, but as far as the main building is concerned - it is cheaper to demolish and rebuild it than to repair it.

He took Hermione to spend two hours to go around all the rooms in the castle. But he found that it still has value - the floor tiles and the reliefs on the walls.

The colorful floor tiles with various patterns and the reliefs with a story from the Bible are the most valuable things in the whole castle.

Owen doesn't care about repairing the castle. With his current wealth, it is easy to repair it. Besides, he is a wizard. There are special magic construction companies in the magic world that specialize in the maintenance of old houses. It is much cheaper to hire them than to hire Muggles.

However, Hermione does not agree to repair the castle. She is very distressed to spend so many gold galleons. Because they don't need this castle, they have enough places to live.

Owen really wants to repair it.

Even if it is for one-time use - it is a good place to use as a wedding venue.

Anyway, he has money now.

In the end, he and Hermione couldn't agree on the issue.

He could only put this question aside for later.

Then, Owen left a dozen protective spells around the hill and the castle, including Muggle-repelling, peace-keeping and anti-Apparition spells, and left.

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And in Privet Drive, London.

In the dark, Harry was bleeding.

He pinched his right hand with his left hand, cursed silently, pushed open the bedroom door with his shoulder, and suddenly there was a creaking sound of broken porcelain under his feet: a cup of cold tea was placed on the ground outside his bedroom door, and he stepped on it.

"What..."

Harry looked around, and there was no one on the landing of No. 4 Privet Drive.

This cup of tea was probably Dudley's clever trick to play a prank on him.

Harry raised his bleeding hand, picked up the broken pieces of the teacup with his other hand, and threw them into the already full trash can behind the bedroom door. Then he walked across the room to the bathroom and rinsed his fingers under the faucet.

There are still four days without magic. This is stupid, unreasonable, and annoying... He has never obeyed this bullshit law before.

But this time, Sirius came to warn him.

This made Harry never understand

Then he went back to the bedroom and slammed the door.

Just now, Harry completely emptied his school box. This was the first time since he packed it six years ago.

In the past, every time the school started, he would replace and update the top three-quarters of the box. There was always a layer of messy debris at the bottom of the box, old feather pens, dried beetle eyes, and unmatched socks that had long been out of wear.

A few minutes ago, Harry reached into this layer of debris, and the ring finger of his right hand suddenly felt a sharp pain. When he pulled it out, he saw that it was bleeding.

Now his movements were more cautious. He knelt down beside the box again, fumbled carefully at the bottom of the box, and took out a worn badge, then a worn and cracked looking glass and an empty bottle, and finally found the sharp blade that scratched his finger.

He immediately recognized it. It was a two-sided mirror given to him by Sirius, which was two inches long.

He contacted Sirius through this mirror several times, but he could only get through once in ten times, and then Sirius would hang up after a few words.

This was also one of the reasons why he became so irritable. Staying here was like being in prison. He knew nothing and was unclear about everything. The people he was familiar with were fighting, but he didn't even know whether they were alive or dead.

This made Harry extremely depressed and angry.