At a quarter past eight in the evening, Ryan and Hermione's taxi arrived in Little Whinging. They should have arrived half an hour ago, but unfortunately they encountered a traffic jam common in big cities.
"We just need to go back before half past ten in the evening. Fortunately, you told Mrs. Weasley that there was a small night fair. Ask her to allow us to stay outside for a while." Hermione said to Ryan while walking on the sidewalk.
"Actually, that fair does exist, but I have already bought everything I want. The only difference is that buying it during the day is two to three galleons more expensive than buying it at night. But it costs a few galleons to buy it.
I think the opportunity to visit friends is quite worthwhile." Ryan said easily.
Since there were traces on the wands, Ryan and the others put away the wands. However, the rings on their hands did not affect their spellcasting ability much. Ryan also brought an extra wand that was seized from Knockturn Alley last time.
"Let me see where Harry is." Ryan came to the intersection of Privet Drive and sprinkled a handful of golden powder, and then explained to Hermione next to him. "This is one I found in the library.
The tracing spell is very useful." It could be seen from the traces that Harry was not at home, so the two of them chased him in the direction indicated by the magic.
"Why is Harry here?" Seven or eight minutes later, two people appeared outside a locked amusement park. From the road sign just now, it can be seen that this is Magnolia Crescent Street, Magnolia Road. And the magic instructions
Harry's position is in this amusement park. Seeing the locked door, Hermione said strangely.
"I'm in a bad mood and want to be alone. Just like when you were angry and hid in the girls' bathroom in the first grade, hmm." Before Ryan could finish speaking, Hermione pinched her arm and blocked her next words.
Go back. Then the two people climbed over the wall neatly and landed in the playground. The playground was not big, and they soon found their goal.
"He's over there." Ryan just walked a few steps and saw Harry's position. After all, the amusement park is closed now, and there are not many people there. Although the light is hazy, you can still see the man with messy hair and a round face.
The boy with glasses was sitting on the swing, one of his arms was tied with a chain, looking at the ground melancholy, and he was swaying slowly from time to time.
"As I guessed, this bad life makes his scar seem to hurt more frequently." Hermione said as she watched Harry subconsciously reach out to rub the scar on his forehead from time to time.
"Let's go there." Ryan pulled Hermione toward the swing, and at the same time deliberately made a tapping sound on the gravel road. Hearing such a sound, Harry quickly raised his head, and then showed a surprised expression.
expression.
"Ryan, Hermione, why are you here?" Harry's whole body was filled with a kind of warm joy. He didn't expect that friends would come to see him after being isolated from the world for a month. Now he was worried about the loss of his friends.
I feel a little guilty about the Honeydukes chocolate as a birthday present for a creature.
"Good evening, Harry. We have always wanted to come here before, but in the past two days we have finally found the opportunity. Ryan has shown his role as an alchemist, so the members of the Order of the Phoenix canceled his request for minors' access. We
The two of them sneaked out to see you under the pretext of buying alchemy materials. Ron and Ginny also wanted to come, but unfortunately they didn't have enough excuses and couldn't leave the house now."
"What is the Order of the Phoenix you are talking about?" Harry looked confused. "This is a secret society," Hermione said quickly. "It is run by Dumbledore and was founded by him. It was all done with the mysterious man last time.
Some people who are fighting. Now the two of us live in the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, but due to the confidentiality magic, we cannot tell you the specific situation of the headquarters."
"It sounds like you guys are quite busy." Maybe he found that his friends had not forgotten him but were trying to find ways to see him, so Harry felt that the anger he had been holding for more than a month had almost dissipated, and his tone became calmer. But
He still wanted to ask one thing that he had always been concerned about. "Then why was I trapped in the Dursley's house for a whole month without receiving any news? I was obviously a witness to those things, but I seemed to be isolated. You guys
You know, I spent four weeks picking up newspapers from the trash cans just to find out what was going on."
Harry became more and more excited as he spoke. Hermione tried to persuade her, but seemed a little at a loss. Seeing this, Ryan stepped forward and interrupted Harry's ramblings. "I think Dumbledore isolated you because of your own reasons."
Bar."
"What?" Harry paused and looked at Ryan with disbelief. "Because of me? Is there something wrong with me?"
"Your biggest problem is that you have a soul connection with the mysterious man. Last semester, you even said that you could see what the mysterious man was doing." Ryan said seriously.
"Is there anything wrong with this?" Harry looked puzzled. "Principal Dumbledore should need me more at this time. Maybe I can help him expose the mysterious man's conspiracy."
"But you have to know, Harry." Hermione added at this time. "In the magical world, the soul connection between two people is very mysterious. And the initiative of this connection is often in the hands of the stronger party.
, with all due respect, I think your power is not as powerful as the mysterious man."
"I'm not that arrogant yet." Harry muttered quietly. "So what you are saying is that Principal Dumbledore blocked my source because he was worried that Voldemort could see what the Order of the Phoenix was doing through my eyes.
What?"
Ryan and Hermione nodded at the same time, and Harry looked a little downcast. "Okay, I can understand." Then he raised his head and looked at Ryan and the others and asked angrily. "If I knew, I would definitely ask for it.
Self-isolation. But why wouldn't Dumbledore tell me all this."
"We don't know much about this." Ryan shrugged. "I guess Dumbledore might want to take on everything alone, so he doesn't want you to know too much about such bad things. The old people are facing their
The younger generation will always be like this, trying to arrange everything for the children regardless of their choices. We just don’t think this is the right thing to do, so we came to see you.”
"Well, it's very possible to do this according to Dumbledore's habit." Harry was relieved of a knot in his heart. In the next ten minutes, he began to chat with Ryan and Hermione, mainly asking them about the recent period.
What were they doing and expressed their envy for such a life.
Until someone else's voice came from outside and interrupted their chat, Harry could see a group of figures walking through the playground through the light of the street lamp. One of them hummed a vulgar song loudly, and the others laughed loudly.
Laugh. There was also a slight tinkling sound, which was the sound of several expensive racing cars they were pushing away.
Harry knew who those people were. The first one was undoubtedly his cousin Dudley Dursley, who was walking home accompanied by his gang of friends, which also meant that the time was almost nine o'clock.
"Okay, I think it's time for you to leave." Harry looked at Ryan and Hermione and said, "Central London is quite far away from here, and it won't be so convenient for you to go back any later. I should go back too.