Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying - Page 295
He didn't want to ruin the joyful mood.
"I'm sorry, Harry." Lupin said apologetically, "This is a secret. Before getting Dumbledore's permission, I can't... um... can't disclose it casually."
"Oh fine……"
Harry pouted, but went over to hug Lupin and said, "I'm so glad to see you, Remus."
"Me too." Lupin stroked his hair, gestured, and said, "It's only been over a month since we last met, and you've grown taller again, Harry."
He saw Wade and Michael coming down from upstairs and said with a smile, "Long time no see, Wade, Michael, how have you been lately?"
Harry then remembered that there were two other friends in the house, and he let go of Lupin embarrassedly.
"It's okay, you can hold me for a while longer." Michael said with a wicked smile, "I will laugh at you anyway."
"We're doing well, but you don't seem to be doing well?" Wade asked, "How did you get yourself into this state?"
"Oh...this..."
Lupin raised his arm and looked at the patch. He smiled unconsciously and said with some annoyance, "I was just too busy to buy a new one, Tonks... I mean a kind companion patched it for me."
"Oh... companion..." Michael raised his eyebrows and said in a long voice.
Somehow, Lupin was a little afraid to face the child's understanding eyes. He quickly changed the subject and said, "I'm relieved to see that you are okay... uh... if it's convenient, I want to wash up first."
……
By the time Lupin finished packing and went out, the table was already full of food.
Of course, there are no puppets doing housework in this house, but it is located in the center of London, so it is very convenient to order takeout. There is a Chinese restaurant not far away, the taste is very authentic, and it is Wade's favorite.
After dinner, Harry couldn't wait to talk about the last time he fainted in front of the Dementors, and said angrily: "I obviously have mastered the Patronus Charm, but at that time I was weak all over and couldn't summon the Patronus smoothly."
Lupin looked at him gently and said, "The Dementors affect you more than others because they don't have the same horror you've experienced before, Harry. There's nothing to be ashamed of. Anyone who has the same experience as you would also faint when facing a Dementor."
"That's what Vader said. But I..." Harry gritted his teeth and said, "I don't want to act so useless again... If I meet Dementors again next time, I hope I can fight them! Remus, do you have any ideas?"
Lupin paused for a moment, then said, "There is a way... Harry, do you know anything about Boggarts?"
"Yes!" Harry nodded and said, "Professor Abigail talked about it in class."
"Then I don't have to explain... I'll find a Boggart that will turn into a Dementor when it sees you," said Lupin.
"Will a Boggart become a Dementor and feel the same kind of horror?" Harry asked worriedly.
"Yes." Lupin said affirmatively: "It will turn into the appearance that you fear the most, and can completely imitate it from appearance to momentum... Of course, it does not actually have the same abilities."
"Then I understand." Harry took a deep breath, a little uneasy and a little eager to say: "I must be able to truly master the Patronus Charm."
Looking at his high morale, Lupin couldn't help but smile with relief.
"In a castle as old as Hogwarts, there's usually a Boggart or two. I'm going to write a letter to Hagrid and see if he can help me find one."
"Um... can Hagrid catch a Boggart?" Harry couldn't help but ask doubtfully.
Of course, Hagrid was an excellent teacher in the Care of Magical Creatures class, but when it came to his level of spells... Harry could only say that Hagrid only needed to use his fists to fight.
A Boggart is not a monster that can be dealt with by brute force.
Lupin smiled and said, "Hagrid is kind and simple, which gives him a great advantage when facing Boggart."
Harry didn't quite understand, but he knew that he might soon see a copycat version of Dementors, which made him nervous.
While Lupin was away writing his letter, Harry practiced the Patronus Charm in the empty living room.
Michael, who had just finished playing a game alone, saw that he hadn't returned to the attic yet. He thought it was pointless to play alone, so he went down to find him.
He leaned against the handrail of the stairs and saw the silver-white stag running on the air. In a trance, he seemed to hear the sound of footsteps, bringing a warm feeling as it passed by him.
Any creature that takes the form of a patronus is incredibly beautiful and seems more divine than a unicorn.
Michael looked at the stag leaning against Harry and suddenly felt envious.
He struggled in his heart for a while, but in the end, the desire to not be a burden masked the laziness deep in his heart.
"Teach me the Patronus Charm, Harry." Michael closed his eyes and said with determination, "I can practice potions with you every day after school starts!"
Although Snape always liked to target Harry, if Harry performed well in Potions class, even Professor Snape could not unreasonably deduct points from him in every class.
Harry was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Sure! If you want to learn, I can teach you without any conditions...but why didn't you ask Wade? Wade is more proficient than me."
Michael sighed and said, "He's too busy... You know? Sometimes it feels like he has to squeeze out his breathing through his teeth."
"Well... indeed..."
Harry and Michael looked at each other and suddenly sighed at the same time.
It was not a good experience to have a fighter among the companions, but they couldn't bear to blame Wade for working so hard.
Even someone as slow-witted as Harry could sense that Wade seemed to be always being chased by something and was working desperately... He was already so outstanding, but he still seemed to be under a lot of pressure.
——Perhaps it is because Voldemort has not really died that makes Vader feel so threatened?
Harry guessed this and felt a strange sense of shame, as if he had not completed his task.
……
"Although I think these things should not be told to you, a child, Dumbledore believes that you have the right to know."
Lupin said to Wade: "The owner of the island is a Muggle businessman named Roger Milton. When our people found him, they found that he had committed suicide half an hour ago."
Wade frowned and asked, "Suicide?"
"It seems so, and the Aurors at the Ministry of Magic found no signs that he had been murdered," said Lupin.
Wade was silent for a moment, then asked, "Remus, do you think the Ministry of Magic's conclusion is credible?"
Lupin smiled and said, "Perhaps some officials of the Ministry of Magic have left a bad impression on you, but there are also highly capable wizards among them. Especially the Aurors - incompetent guys can easily die in such positions - Aurors are elites with excellent grades and outstanding abilities, and Kingsley Shacklebolt is the elite among the elites."
Vader nodded slightly.
Kingsley Shacklebolt, of course he remembered this name. Although he did not appear much in the original book, he was indeed a shrewd and capable guy, and later became the Minister of Magic.
"This kind of thing can't be done by a single force, especially a machine that targets wizards." Wade asked, "Have you checked Roger Milton's correspondence? And his computer, cell phone, and other things?"
"Shacklebolt knows a lot about this. He has found an expert among Muggles who is said to be working for the British Prime Minister. But..."
Lupin said in a heavy tone: "I think you have guessed that we didn't find anything more valuable."
The lack of discovery is actually also a kind of discovery, which is enough to prove that there is a bigger shadow behind this matter.
But this kind of cognition is of no use other than deepening people's worries and troubles.
Lupin cheered himself up and said with a smile, "By the way, I haven't thanked you yet - the communication pea is really useful and has provided us with a lot of help. I heard that it will be sold in Diagon Alley starting tomorrow?"
"Yes, Marchionne is going to make a killing during Christmas!" Wade said, "The version for sale has many features removed. It's not as complete as the one I gave you. The focus is on strengthening the call function."
"I think it's pretty good, even more convenient than a Muggle cell phone - at least you don't have to pay for calls, and you won't be interfered with by magic."
Lupin said, "Rest early tonight. I'll take you to Diagon Alley tomorrow."
……
Marchionne's advertisement was so loud this time that everyone who should have seen it, and everyone who shouldn't have seen it, saw it.
"Communication pea? A magical version of a cell phone?"
Baird flipped through the advertisements in the newspaper and muttered, "We haven't figured out the friends' account yet, and a more advanced product has emerged! But it doesn't mean much to us, you just need it - Sera, didn't you hear about this kind of peas when you were in school?"
Abigail deadpanned, "No. I'm only his Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, not his Alchemy professor!"
In front of them, a giant monster puppet was sitting on the ground, yawning lazily and picking its nose, with a pair of sinister little eyes looking around furtively.
It looked very impatient, but under the command, it sat obediently, and a wooden stick as tall as a person was placed beside it.
The troll puppet exuded a foul odor, which was no different from a real troll, but there was a person next to it who didn't mind and stuck to him tightly, as if his nose was not working properly.
The man had a blue face, dark circles under his eyes, and was wearing a randomly matched, colorful outfit. He circled around the giant puppet, praising it non-stop.
"Oh my God! It's perfect! It's a masterpiece! Look at the muscle lines! Look at the thick arms, look at the lively little eyes!"
He climbed up the arm of the troll puppet and reached out to pull out the eyes, but the annoyed troll puppet grabbed his arm and threw him away, making an angry roar from his throat.
With a "crack", the man's arm was dislocated.
"what--"
He screamed, but after being pulled up from the ground, he became even more excited.
"Oh... did you see that? It still has a temper! Hahaha... I like it more and more!"
He circled the troll twice, then fell to Abigail and begged, "Please, let me see the werewolf and vampire in your hand! This will be very helpful for my research! Just give me one of each! Really..."
"No!" Abigail looked down at him and refused ruthlessly: "They are not as easy to obey as the trolls. You might be torn to pieces."
"Aren't you here with me?" The man didn't give up and kept pestering her, saying, "You can order them to be quiet, right?"
"Why don't you understand?" Abigail said coldly, "The reason these puppets are so valuable is that they have their own ideas and personalities, and they even have great potential for growth! They will indeed obey orders, but if you annoy them, they may also disobey you!"
"Ilari, these puppets are made for combat, and they are inherently very aggressive." Baird also advised: "They may be safe for most wizards, but your physique is only at the level of an ordinary person."
They had long discovered in their research that even without the use of magic and potions, wizards' physique, cell vitality, recovery speed, etc. were much stronger than those of ordinary people.
But someone like Ilari, who has almost no exercise, is only obsessed with alchemy but does not delve into magic, has lost his innate advantages.
"Okay..." Ilari reluctantly gave up pestering Abigail and said, "But you must bring that Weed Grey to me. He is indispensable for this research!"
Abigail's eyebrows twitched slightly, but when Baird looked over, her expression returned to normal.
"Can't you copy the finished product?" Baird frowned and asked, "Aren't you a disciple of Nick Flamel?"
"Alas, I only learned alchemy from that old man for a few days when I was studying at Beauxbatons. How can I be called a disciple? Mori led Gray into the door of alchemy step by step. This is a real disciple."
Ilari said with resentment and jealousy: "And this kind of puppet... Humph, I doubt that even Nick Flamel can make it... Damn genius..."