Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 157 Arthur: I Taught You Everything
Compared to the sex of the professor and the charismatic fortune-teller.

It was the content of the letter that attracted Harry more.

Different from Trelawney's semi-ambiguous prophecy, Dumbledore's unknown old lover, he wrote so convincingly that Harry didn't dare to believe it, and what he had seen , are not the same.

He folded the letter and put it in his pocket.

A weak magical power gushed out of the letter after a long time.

It's like completing some ceremony.

Breath wrapped around his wrist, walking with the watch, without giving Harry any sense of danger.

this person
The level of magic is very high, far better than those of Snape and Professor Flitwick. It's a pity that the fluctuation of magic power is fleeting, so he can't figure it out carefully. It's impossible to estimate how he compares with Professor Dumbledore.

But it also made Harry extremely unhappy.

The contents of the letter sounded nice and would not cause any harm to him, but he kept silent and cast a spell that he didn't even notice.

Few wizards can hide from their own perception.

Looking at the breath of this curse, it seems to be related to secrecy.

It was only at this moment that Hermione suddenly noticed Harry. She frowned and sat down beside Harry: "I seem to feel a little out of place, and I suddenly ignored you just now."

Ron was silly and happy, playing with the lion-painted locomotive in the living room together with his father and two older brothers.

This seems to be very poking at the aesthetics of wizards.

They love this paint job.

Lupine was communicating with Mrs. Weasley about food magic. Harry's craftsmanship is very good, but he can't always let the children of his nephew and nephew cook for the two adults. Sirius can still be careless Lung, but he was really sorry.

No one noticed the strangeness just now, except Hermione.

"I received a gift." Harry said carefully, slowly testing the bottom line of the spell, "There is a spell cast on it, only I can see it, and it can also shield your perception."

"It's a prophecy."

"Foretell the address of Avalon, and also foretell the fate of Dumbledore and the fortune-teller himself."

"He asked me to help. At Christmas, he dissuaded Professor Dumbledore from wearing a ring, and told me to be careful of the resurrection stone."

"The identity of the writer is Professor Dumbledore's old lover, an excellent fortune-teller. If the prophecy comes true, he will be even better than Professor Trelawney. I mean Terry in the state of prophecy. Professor Laurie."

Hermione frowned: "Him?"

"Yes, it's him." Harry nodded, looking down at the spell on his wrist, thoughtfully.

It's useless, isn't it?
Say everything yourself.

It seems to be a gentleman's agreement, he wants to use this to remind himself, don't tell Dumbledore the contents of the letter?
"What's a ring?" Hermione asked.

Harry shook his head: "I haven't heard of it, maybe it's his and Professor Dumbledore's wedding ring?"

"I never heard that Dumbledore had a marriage." Hermione shook her head, "He also told you to be careful of the Resurrection Stone."

"That thing really exists?"

Harry hesitated, shaking his head.

He seldom reads books on myths and legends and unofficial histories, but he has some understanding of the Resurrection Stone, one of the three holy artifacts in wizard legends, which is said to have a powerful magic power to bring the dead back to life.

"Maybe there's a heavy price to pay for using it?" Hermione cautiously offered her own guess, "but since he said that, it wouldn't hurt to be on your guard."

"And the most important question, who is he?" Harry clapped his hands, took out the letter, and tried to hand it to Hermione.

It went smoothly without any hindrance.

It's just that after Hermione finished reading it, there was an extra breath of the same magical power on her wrist.

Harry flicked his wand lightly, destroying the aura formed by this tiny magic power.

Sure enough, it was a kind reminder.

Seers are among the wizards, and they are extremely rare. Every fortuneteller has a famous name, but the fortunetellers in the book don’t look like Professor Dumbledore’s old lover. It’s not because they are young. , That is, gender mismatch.

Ask Arthur and Molly, they know very little about Dumbledore's past, and their knowledge of fortune tellers is not even as good as Arthur's knowledge of car and motorcycle models.

Can't figure it out, and Harry is not in a hurry.

Enjoy your birthday party with peace of mind.

It was late at night when the Weasleys had to leave and go back.

Arthur secretly pulled Harry aside and handed him a notebook: "I heard from Sirius that you plan to get a motorcycle as a mount?"

"This is a great idea, but it's a pity that I didn't know your idea until today. This is what I sorted out just now, some elementary knowledge to be used, and some, I will sort it out for you when I get home. "

Harry took the notebook and looked at Arthur: "Mr. Arthur, you."

"Shhh." Arthur waved his hand and lowered his voice, "Actually, I am also researching these things myself, of course, under the laws of the Ministry of Magic, I do it legally and secretly. I think I am better at this than Sirius. Made some achievements."

"Thank you, Mr. Arthur." Harry solemnly accepted the note.

Arthur patted him on the shoulder: "If it weren't for the fact that there are too many children in the family, and you already have a godfather."

He really likes Harry.

Much better than George and Fred.

"But it doesn't affect that you are my Uncle Arthur." Harry changed his words immediately.

Arthur smiled like Hedwig, and walked back to the Burrow with his family through the fireplace with a little drunkenness.

Hermione is staying tonight.

She is from an ordinary family, and she didn't apply in advance. She had already taken the Knight Bus once when she came here, and she didn't want to go through it again. Well, she definitely didn't want to go through the Knight Bus again.

Wait until the next day.

After Harry got up, exercised, and made breakfast, the spell lifted Lupine and Sirius out, and sent the Patronus to wake Hermione up.

After lunch, Harry sent Hermione back, from the fireplace to the Leaky Cauldron, and then rode her motorbike home.

When Mr. Granger saw the motorcycle and the helmet, he almost lost his breath.

This is not a good dress.

At least in the eyes of a middle-class family like Mr. Granger, that is the case.

Until Harry took off his helmet, revealing his face.

Mr. Granger was immediately relieved. He had heard his daughter say many times that Harry was an excellent little wizard, the first in his grade, and his family was in good condition. He had no parents, but he had a lot of money and was born as an orthodox wizard.

Riding a motorcycle instead of some weird creature like a unicorn or a hippogriff.

It made him very happy.

At least it was a motorcycle, not obtrusive on the street.

Mr. Granger gave him lunch, and Harry went home.

He still has a lot to do this summer vacation.

Researching potions, researching spells, and by the way, tinkering with his own motorcycle.

Mr. Arthur's ability was much greater than he seemed, and Harry finally understood where Fred and George's amazing alchemy talent came from.

His achievements in alchemy are enough to be called a "master" - although in terms of how to improve ordinary people's mechanical tools, wizards are not very accepting of his achievements in this field.

Arthur put forward many useful suggestions on how to convert a mechanically driven motorcycle into a motorcycle like a living creature.

This even made Harry wonder whether the Weasley family really had a motorcycle or other kind of car that could understand human nature. He quickly dismissed the ridiculous idea to himself.

All kinds of weird spells can always have magical effects in the hands of Mr. Arthur.

During this period of time, he spent more time on the motorcycle than researching potions.

Until August 21st.

Today is a full moon.

Lupine hid early. Although he was not at Hogwarts, Harry could continue to provide him with wolfbane potion, just for safety. Even though Sirius had said it many times, Lupine was still very stubborn, and Sirius had to become Big Dog, by Lupine's side.

It's a sunny night.

Harry took out a fresh mandrake leaf, bathed it under the full moon, held it in his mouth, and pressed it under his tongue, which didn't affect his speech too much, but it had to be slower and guarded with leaves.

A strange magic haunted him.

Passing through the long space, and being implicated with the phases of the moon.

He seems to be the anchor of the moon phase, holding it in the world.

Lupine's complexion has not been very good these days. When he finally passed this dangerous period, the Quidditch World Cup will finally come.

Sirius had already prepared four tickets. Even though he himself was reluctant to admit it, he had never inherited the property of the Black family. So far, he had used the inheritance of one of his uncles, but the identity of the only descendant of the Black family was still Bring him a lot of convenience.

The four tickets for the best positions were easily obtained by Sirius.

Two days before the match, Harry took Hermione over.

The Weasleys didn't miss this grand event. Arthur got the same best seat tickets from the Department of Magical Sports and Sports. This is the benefit of being an official of the Ministry of Magic. No matter how miserable the Weasleys are, Arthur Mr. is always the director of an office.

"How do we get there?" Harry flipped through the map of Great Britain. "It's a little distance."

"Generally speaking, the Ministry of Magic will choose to use Portkeys." Sirius explained, "Godric's Hollow is allocated three Portkey places."

Harry's expression changed slightly.

He hated this type of teleportation spell.

"There are also those who choose to travel on the Knight Bus," Lupine went on.

Harry's expression changed again.

It's worse than a portkey.

"But we can use a better method." Sirius looked at Harry, "Didn't you already start casting spells on the motorcycle?"

Harry nodded.

"Tonight is the time to verify the results!" Sirius waved his fist, "How about we have a competition to see if your motorcycle is faster or mine."

Hermione's face turned pale, and she grabbed her sleeve: "Why don't we take the train, the transportation for ordinary people is pretty good."

She had ridden on Harry's motorcycle, weaving through the traffic, and she also turned the accelerator to the bottom, and it was so fast that no one could catch up with him.

"It must be mine!" Harry said blankly, "Godfather, yours is already an old model."

"Technology, technology is the most important thing." Sirius refused to give an inch, "Mr. Potter, who was dumped half a block by me?"

"I was taking care of Dudley." Harry emphasized his pronunciation, "This time I have to show you what I'm capable of."

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at Hermione, whose face was even paler: "Don't worry, we are wizards, nothing will happen."

Hermione felt a little relieved.

"Even if something happens, I still have the Patronus Charm, so I can contact people in time." Harry comforted her and added.

Hermione rolled her eyes and sighed.

In the evening, taking advantage of the dark night, Sirius took Lupine and Harry took Hermione and flew towards the Scottish Highlands.

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