Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying - Page 291
She walked a few steps out and turned back to wave to her friends.
The voice from the other side made Gray and his son silent for a while, then Wade stepped aside and introduced the two people behind him to his father:
"Dad, these are my friends - Harry Potter, Michael Corner. Harry, Michael, this is my dad."
"Hello, children." Ferdinand finally smiled, stretched out his hand and said, "I am Ferdinand Gray."
"Hello, Mr. Grey!"
Harry shook his hand nervously and found that the man's fingers were as cold as ice.
He couldn't help but look at Wade again, envious of the feeling of being cared for and worried about by his parents.
Michael followed suit and shook hands, saying with a grin, "Hello, Mr. Gray, thank you very much for the invitation. By the way - that coat looks great!"
"Thank you, Michael and Harry, I heard about you from Wade a long time ago." Ferdinand said with a smile.
"Excuse me, guys. Do you mind if I interview you?"
Suddenly, an enthusiastic and exaggerated voice came from beside him. Wade turned around and found that it was a reporter.
He was wearing glasses and looked very young. He was wearing a dark gray vest with many pockets. It seemed that he had a lot of things with him. There were also several capital letters of FMC printed on the vest.
Wade knew that FMC was a news media company founded by Marchionne, with the full name "Flowing Mirror Corporation". Marchionne mentioned it several times in the letter, saying that it was developing very well.
Of course, since Wade had been in the closed teaching environment of Hogwarts, he had no real feeling about this.
At this moment, he found that this reporter looked almost dressed like a Muggle reporter, with dark circles under his eyes. The only difference was that he was not carrying a camera, but a blue bird was perched on his shoulder.
This little bird is the mother mirror of the flow mirror, which is the camera of the Ministry of Magic.
When the reporter saw Harry Potter clearly, his eyes lit up immediately. He squeezed in front of him and said more enthusiastically, "Mr. Potter, right? Mr. Potter, can you tell us about the attack on the train?"
"What?" Harry was confused for a moment, and said awkwardly: "I... I'm not sure..."
Wade extended his hand to block the reporter and said, "Sorry, we are not convenient to accept interviews. At the same time, I hope that our names will not appear on the stream mirror."
The reporter frowned and asked, "Excuse me, who are you..."
"Ved Grey," Vader said.
"Ah...Mr. Gray..."
The reporter opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but when he saw Wade's calm eyes, he gave up.
After interviewing many people, he could clearly tell from a person's eyes which type of person was a soft persimmon that could be squeezed out of him for information, and which type of person was firm in his will and would not be shaken.
"Well, it's a pity..." The reporter poked the notebook with the tip of his pen and said cheerfully, "Happy holidays! I hope you can give me a chance to interview next time."
After saying this, he turned to the next target without hesitation.
"Hello, I'm a reporter from Liujing Media. Do you mind if I interview you?"
This time, the person he stopped happened to be Percy Weasley.
When he heard the word "reporter", the boy's eyes lit up and his face quickly turned as red as his hair. He straightened his clothes, forced a smile, and said in a trembling voice:
"of course can."
Not far away, Mrs. Weasley was still holding her little daughter and comforting her, not noticing that her third son was being interviewed. Ron was complaining that his mother didn't care enough about him.
The twins noticed what was happening here immediately. They made faces and grinned, silently imitating the way Percy spoke.
"Let's go," said Wade.
Several people pushed luggage carts and walked to the front of the magic wall. There were only three or four people in front of them.
There was also a ticket inspector next to him holding a pocket watch. He would check the time from time to time and let people pass through one by one to prevent a large group of people from rushing out at the same time, otherwise even the most dull Muggles would be able to notice the clues.
Soon, all the people in front left.
"It's your turn now. Be careful to hide and don't..."
The ticket inspector said woodenly, looking up at the few people to see if they did anything out of the ordinary. When he saw Harry, he was stunned.
Everyone was already used to this situation. They pushed the carts, lowered their heads, and quickly passed through the wall into the Muggle world.
Chapter 411 How could you forget?
"…The Ministry of Magic has decided that in order to restore safety and order in the British wizarding world as quickly as possible, it will send Dementors to search for the Obscurus…"
The streaming mirror on the table was playing a magical version of today's news. Fudge, wearing a purple suit, was waving his fist vigorously and said:
"It is completely untrue that Dementors are attacking students at Hogwarts! In fact, they are checking the buses to ensure the safety of the students."
"Of course, we also made some small mistakes here. Because the Ministry of Magic and the school did not communicate in time, some misunderstandings occurred. Several students fainted due to fright, but other than that, no greater damage was caused..."
Harry, who was eating breakfast, felt a pang in his heart and put down the bread.
"The students and a professor on the train attacked the Ministry of Magic staff who were performing their duties without authorization. This is absolutely wrong! However, considering the children's feelings, we decided not to hold them responsible..."
Michael sneered silently, shook his head, and cut the fried egg on his plate with a knife.
"I can assure you that the Dementors always obey the orders of the Ministry of Magic and there is no possibility of them getting out of control... The concerns and suspicions about the Dementors attacking innocent passers-by are unnecessary... Once Obscurus is captured, the Dementors will be immediately returned to Azkaban..."
"It's just a misunderstanding... I'm glad the Ministry of Magic didn't investigate..." Fiona breathed a sigh of relief and asked curiously, "What does a Dementor look like?"
"It looks like a big rag covered with a black cape, and it's the kind that's rotten and smelly." Michael made a face and said, "It's so ugly!"
"Hahaha..." Fiona was amused by him and said, "They sound like powerful prison guards... Isn't that Obscurus a match for them?"
"I don't know. There is no record of these two species fighting each other in history," said Wade.
"Maybe Dementors are powerful... after all, there are so many of them." Fiona simply guessed.
"Whatever happens, send those guys back to Azkaban as soon as possible." Harry muttered, "I don't want to encounter another 'inspection'."
The news in the streaming mirror ended and was soon replaced by a Muggle musical. Dozens of handsome men and beautiful women sang and danced in the mirror, looking extremely cheerful, which dispelled the gloom brought by the news just now.
"I can't believe it!" Michael said indignantly, "Such a big thing was suppressed like this!"
"Based on the Dementors' behavior in the car, it is indeed difficult to tell whether they are checking or attacking." Wade said calmly: "After all, no one has really been...really hurt."
He glanced at his mother and swallowed the words "sucking away the soul".
Unlike Ferdinand who focuses on the dangers and dark side of the wizarding world, Fiona usually focuses on the wonderful side of magic.
All she knew about Dementors came from the news in the Mirror and the Daily Prophet, which did not mention the evil and horror of these creatures, but only repeatedly emphasized -
Dementors are the most reliable guards in the wizarding world.
In Fiona's imagination, they were a group of tall and strong, mysterious troops who were content with loneliness, walked in the dark, and never revealed their true faces.
Of course, after the attack on the Hogwarts train, the image in her mind had been updated to a group of extremely rude and cold-tempered barbarians.
Dementors, also known as “dementors” - just from the name, it is hard to imagine what kind of dark and rotten creatures they are.
After breakfast, the three little puppets jumped around to clean up the dishes, while Fiona and Ferdinand went upstairs to change into clothes for going out.
"We are going to visit some friends. You can have fun at home. There are drinks in the refrigerator and new snacks in the cupboard. For lunch, you can order pizza or Chinese food nearby. I've left the number next to the phone."
Ferdinand warned.
"Okay, Dad," Wade said.
"See you tonight then, dear."
Fiona kissed Wade's forehead, then kissed Harry and Michael in the same way, and said with a smile:
"Don't be shy, just treat it as your own home. If I come back and see everything is tidy, I'll be angry."
"You are underestimating Coco and the others' ability to work, Mom," Wade replied.
"Don't worry, we won't treat ourselves badly!" Michael also said generously.
Harry was still holding his forehead, looking dazed and stupid.
Mr. and Mrs. Gray smiled and said goodbye, put on their coats and left.
After sending them out, Wade turned around and asked, "What do you want to do next? Watch TV? Play games? Or do homework?"
"...Except for the last one, all the others are fine!" Michael put his arm around Wade's neck and pretended to complain, "But Wade, you didn't tell me your house is so cool!"
"Yeah..." Harry followed suit, "I thought it would be similar to the Dursleys! But it looks like..."
Harry looked around.
"It looks like a family of pure-blood wizards."
There are early warning mirrors hanging near the doors and windows, and a streaming mirror and TV are placed in the living room, but the latter looks like it has been idle for a long time.
Three little puppets are cleaning the room diligently. The mirror in the dressing room will loudly comment on the clothes and appearance of the person in front of it, and give some seemingly pertinent suggestions.
"Scars are ugly, but lightning-shaped scars are cool! Boy, you can wear a blue beret!"
Harry was startled when he heard this sound for the first time.
In addition, there is a large astronomical telescope in the attic. In the middle of the room is a glass ball with a movable constellation model inside, which Harry likes very much.
There were many books on the history of magic on the bookshelf in the attic, all of which showed signs of being frequently read. Mr. Ferdinand also collected a thick stack of The Daily Prophet, some of which were densely marked.
Harry felt a little ashamed that he would throw away his own newspaper after reading it. Most of the time, the thing he read most seriously was the crossword puzzle in the newspaper.
"Fortunately, my parents are just both very interested in magic."
Wade took the two to the attic, dug out a bunch of unopened boxes, and asked, "What do you want to play? I have Contra, Desert Storm, and... Raiders of the Lost Ark?"
Vader flipped through the box and read the name.
Most of these were Christmas gifts he received last year, and some were video games brought from abroad by Ferdinand's business partners who knew he had an underage son at home.
Although Wade is not interested in these, Harry and Michael are real thirteen-year-old boys and will definitely like this kind of game.
Harry picked up another box from the side. On the cover were printed several big-nosed old men holding swords or shields and wearing bull-head hats.
He looked at the jeweled sword and felt strangely fond of it. He whispered the name on it: "The Lost Viking?"
"Vikings? Sounds good, shall we play this?" Michael said with interest.
Harry's eyes lit up too - although there were game consoles at the Dursleys' house, everything belonged to Dudley and Harry was not even qualified to touch one.
Although he always pretended to be disdainful, only he knew how curious and envious he was in his heart.
"Okay!"
Wade had no objection to which game they played, so they unpacked the box, plugged in the power supply, and turned on the console.