I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 540 Harry's Last Summer Vacation

I am a little anxious.

Owen smiled but said nothing.

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

"But before that, we have to pick up Harry first," Ginny said again.

"Oh! Yes, how is Harry? The Order of the Phoenix must have made arrangements, right?" Hermione said quickly, taking advantage of the situation to find a way out. "Owen said that when Harry comes of age, the magic left by his mother will become ineffective. We have to take him back in advance."

"Yes, it has to be done in advance. I heard from Bill that they already have a plan." Ginny was a little indignant. "I really don't understand why they let Harry go back to that family, and now they have to find a way to bring 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 the Management of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic has a special department to study this magic, but after so many years, nothing has been found. Even Professor Dumbledore has no idea how this magic works. He doesn't even know how to trigger it. He can only attribute the power that can trigger 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 his family could protect him, and Harry's last blood relatives were only his aunt's family. As long as Harry stayed in their house for a period of time, the magic left by his mother would be recharged and continue to protect him until he came of age.

Why exactly? How exactly does magic work? We still don't know, and Dumbledore was just following Harry's mother's wishes."

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

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

"Oh - obviously, she guessed wrong." Ginny said unhappily, "Sirius went to the Dursleys' house two weeks ago and was very angry when he came back. It was obvious that they did not have a pleasant conversation."

"What's wrong?" Hermione had calmed down by now, 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, for their protection. Hermione, you know this best."

"Hmm——" The little witch's eyes dimmed in an instant.

"Mr. Grindelwald seems to have some property in the Muggle world. I heard from Roy that they will arrange everything for the Dursleys in a country in the Far East. Including decent jobs and comfortable homes, even more spacious than their house in Privet Drive!"

"But that idiot Vernon Dursley just refused to move out, and insisted that Harry drove them away in order to occupy their house." At this point, Ginny was furious, and took several deep breaths before she calmed down a little. She said sarcastically, "He probably doesn't know that the gold Sirius left for Harry could cover their house."

"Uh" Hermione pursed her lips, feeling speechless.

And Owen—he couldn't understand it either—didn't Vernon watch TV, read the newspaper, or keep up with the news?

Last Christmas, Hermione was all the rage on TV and in newspapers. Now she has the title of princess.

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

He had run into them several times at King's Cross Station and could not have been unaware.

Did he think that the princess's friends would be interested in his shabby house?

All I can say is that there are all kinds of birds in a big forest, and the difference in thinking between people 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 they pick up Harry?" Owen said.

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

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

"It's a little troublesome, but not much." Owen explained briefly, "It's the Trace. You should know that it is a spell that can detect wizards under the age of seventeen who are engaged in magical activities. I think it may be related to name magic, just like the Marauder's Map, Tom cast a spell on his name. When you trigger a certain key, your location will be marked.

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

"Traces?" Hermione knew this, of course. Every year when leaving school, Professor McGonagall would tell them that underage wizards could not use magic outside of school, and the Ministry of Magic used traces to monitor them. But - "In the past few years, we often used magic outside, and it was okay, wasn't it?"

"There are two reasons," Owen said. "The first is distance. Although the Trace is on Harry, the Ministry of Magic's surveillance is limited to a certain distance. It will be useless beyond a certain distance. I guess this range only includes some cities including London. For example, in 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 and have fought against 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 any way to help Harry?" Hermione stared at him. 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's the goblin's Apparition or the wizard's Portkey, these are spells that will cause the Trace to react when applied to Harry, but the Anywhere Door invented by Nicolas Flamel is not."

"You can think of it this way. Anywhere Gate is a bridge that connects different places. Magic penetrates space. It does not affect the people who pass through it."

"Is that so?" Hermione said, blushing slightly. "That's great."

"Hey, hey—" Ginny couldn't stand it anymore, she shouted, "I'm still here!"

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

"Hmph..." Ginny snorted unhappily, and immediately chose to leave the living room.

She felt that the two people in front of her seemed to be more intimate than before. Maybe they had slept in the same bed for two weeks? Ginny thought secretly. Hermione had never been so bold before, at least not in front of other people.

Maybe - she thought about herself. She was going to be sixteen soon, just one month later. Actually, she was not that young. If Harry thought about it, the little witch couldn't help but blush.

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

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 the world.

Besides, the beginning of July, when the war was at its most intense, had already passed.

As the middle of the month approached, the wizarding world finally gained a sense of stability.

Although the trend continued in secret, at least on the surface there were no longer any sudden occurrences of unscrupulous dark wizards dueling with Aurors.

<divclass="contentadv">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 area is beautiful.

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

As a holiday destination, this place is perfect.

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 no longer afford the huge cost of repairing the castle and had to sell it.

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

Eventually, the castle was owned by the local government, which maintained it to a minimum with subsidies from the central government.

Now that it was in the hands of Miss Granger, the local government was jubilant and excited, as they could finally jump for joy. For them, they had finally gotten rid of this money-losing castle.

The castle stands alone in the lush forest.

The stone walls of the castle are mottled, and the traces of time are deeply engraved on each stone. Part of the wall has collapsed, and the rubble is scattered all over the ground. Although the pointed tower is still standing, the window frames 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 shaking in the wind. Perhaps it is the work of the local government, the broken fences are twisted together with a few little finger-thick iron wires, which are really rough, and they are 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. Clear streams flow down from the mountains and converge 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.

I have to say that the scenery around the castle is absolutely magnificent, 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 visit all the rooms of the castle for two hours, and found some valuable things - the floor tiles and the reliefs on the walls.

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

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

But Hermione disagreed with the renovation of the castle. She felt bad about spending so many Galleons because they didn't need the castle and already had enough places to live.

Owen really wants to renovate this place.

Even if it's just for one-time use - it would be a great place to use as a wedding venue.

Anyway, he is not short of money now.

Finally, he and Hermione were arguing.

We can only put this issue off for later consideration.

Owen then left a dozen protective spells around the hill and castle, including Muggle-repelling, safety-guarding and anti-Apparition spells, and left.

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And on Privet Drive in London.

In the darkness, Harry was bleeding.

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

"how……"

Harry looked around. The landing of number 4, Privet Drive, was empty.

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

Harry held up his bleeding hand and used his free hand to pick up the broken pieces of the teacup and toss them into the already overflowing trash can behind his bedroom door. Then he crossed the room to the bathroom and rinsed his fingers under the tap.

Four more days without the ability to use magic, which was stupid, unreasonable, infuriating... He had never obeyed this bullshit law before.

But this time, Sirius came over specially to warn him.

This made Harry unable to figure out

Then he returned to the bedroom and slammed the door.

Just now, Harry had completely emptied his school trunk, the first time he had done so since he had packed it six years ago.

In the past, every time a school term started, he would replace or update the top three quarters of the things in the box, leaving a layer of messy debris at the bottom of the box, including old quills, dried beetle eyes, and unmatched socks that had long since outgrown them.

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

Now he moved more cautiously. He knelt beside the box again and groped carefully at the bottom of the box, pulling out a worn badge, then a worn and cracked spyglass and an empty bottle, and finally found the sharp knife that had cut his finger.

He recognized it immediately; it was the two-inch long two-sided mirror Sirius had given him.

He tried to contact Sirius through the mirror several times, but he could only get through once out of ten, 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 anything. The people he was familiar with were all fighting, but he didn't even know whether they were alive or dead.

This made Harry extremely depressed and angry.