Science and magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 78 Crisis (Two in One)

The little girl stood in front of the phone, hesitating, wondering if she should call Harry.

The darkness in Kyle's words had surpassed Hermione's imagination, which made her no longer as decisive as before.

She didn't know what to say to Harry.

Hermione knew that Harry cherished the life he had now.

Now he has teachers who care about him, classmates who are kind to him, and friends who share weal and woe. This kind of life is Harry's dream.

But now let Hermione tell him that his fate was sealed from birth.

Whether it was the suffering of childhood or his happy life now, it was arranged for him by the principal he admired the most, which would make Harry collapse.

Kyle saw Hermione's hesitation.

But Hermione did not disappoint her. Facing such a difficult decision, Hermione once again showed him her determination, worthy of being a Gryffindor lion.

After hesitating for a while, he resolutely dialed the phone.

beep...beep...beep...

"Hello, the Dursleys."

On the opposite side was a man who sounded very good-humoured and answered the phone. He should be Harry's uncle.

The little girl looked a little nervous, as if the man on the other side of the phone had brought him some pressure.

"Mr. Dursley, hello, is Harry at home?"

"Looking for Harry? Who are you?"

The man on the other side of the phone looked extremely rude, and his tone was full of impatience: "Harry is not at home, please stop calling!"

After finishing speaking, we must hang up the phone.

The little witch swallowed her saliva, and said hastily, "Sir, please wait a moment. My name is Hermione. I am Harry's classmate in elementary school. Harry helped me when I was in school. Please let me talk to him!"

"Primary school classmate?" Dursley repeated suspiciously, "Why don't I know you?"

But before Hermione could explain, the man yelled: "Harry, your phone! It's your elementary school classmate, don't let your cronies call home from now on!"

After finishing speaking, he threw the microphone aside heavily, and left with heavy steps.

The little girl breathed a sigh of relief visibly, but quickly became nervous again, twirling her hair with her left hand anxiously, waiting for Harry.

Harry was also very puzzled. He had always been a little transparent in primary school, and the only ones who remembered him were his cousin Dudley and his friends who bullied him. Who would call him? Is it a prank?

"Hello?"

"Hi, Harry, it's me, Hermione." The little witch's voice was a little uneasy, and she was worried that Harry still hadn't forgiven him: "Well...you left me a phone number when you were at school, I think...we should have a chat."

"Let's talk? Hermione, what happened? By the way, you and Ron are too much, and you forgot about me during the holiday. It's been almost a week, and you haven't contacted me once, and I haven't replied to your letters!"

Harry's voice was very happy, and he didn't even show any sign of anger when he complained, he just complained casually.

The way Harry answered the phone immediately made Hermione relax, and the boy's hearty and sunny voice seemed to dispel the darkness that Kyle brought him.

But this relief lasted only a few seconds, and hearing the second half of Harry's words made her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

And Kyle, who was lazily leaning on the sofa, sat up all of a sudden.

The situation is not right!

What he and Hermione said about intercepting the letter just now were just throwing dirty water on Dumbledore, that old guy couldn't possibly use such a poor method.

At this moment, Kyle's mind was spinning rapidly, thinking about various possibilities.

Before Hermione could answer Harry's question, Kyle grabbed the microphone.

"Harry, I'm Kyle, Kyle Shafik!"

"Uh...Senior Kyle, hello, why are you..."

Harry was clearly confused by Kyle's sudden interruption.

But Kyle didn't wait for Harry to finish, and quickly continued:

"Harry, listen to me, do you have your wand with you now?"

"No...no, I put it in the room, Kyle learns..."

"Get it now, Harry, something is wrong."

"Hermione sent you a letter, but you didn't reply, and she didn't hear from you."

At this time, Kyle's voice was full of seriousness, and Harry's abnormality reminded him of Voldemort's comeback and Sirius' escape from prison not long ago.

He wasn't sure if this was another plot by Voldemort, but the practice of isolating Harry from his friends bore some resemblance to some sinister ritual he remembered.

These evil rituals require that the sacrificed objects have experienced the betrayal of friendship, the harm of relatives, the infidelity of lovers and so on.

And Harry's current situation seems to want Harry to think that he is alienated by his friends.

Even, Kyle has come up with many ways to make Harry think that he was abandoned by his friends.

Once Harry meets the requirements of the magic ceremony for the sacrificed, he will face unpredictable dangers!

The purpose of these rituals is generally very evil, and if the conditions are met, the ritual can be completed in an instant.

"Fortunately, Harry's anomaly was discovered early, so it shouldn't cause serious consequences."

Kyle thought silently in his heart.

Harry didn't know what happened at this time, but hearing that Hermione hadn't received his letter, and the voice of the powerful senior in his heart was so serious, he subconsciously obeyed the arrangement.

Deng Deng

Kyle heard Harry running away, the sound of footsteps from near to far, and then after a sound of rummaging, the sound of footsteps from far away came back to the phone.

"Senior, I got the wand."

Harry's voice came from the phone. Although he could hear some nervousness, there was no trace of fear.

"What a natural Gryffindor." Kyle secretly praised.

"Okay, Harry, now you have to control your expression. Don't panic, don't look around, just like a normal phone call."

"You have to hear every word I say. I suspect that you are being targeted by someone. I don't know who it is. Maybe it's Sirius, maybe it's Voldemort who escaped from Hallwards before, but obviously you're not safe anymore"

"Harry, do you think back, before you went to Hogwarts, did you ever see owls around your house?"

Kyle's words made Hermione hold her breath, he didn't forget Kyle's speculation just now.

"Yes, the environment around my house is very good, and I can often see owls at night."

Harry couldn't figure it out, but he still answered honestly, but the answer left Kyle speechless.

"I'm not talking about wild owls. If you think back, have you ever seen owls flying out of someone's house? It looks like the scene when you used owls to deliver letters."

Kyle's question made Harry a little distressed. He was not a good observer, which made him think hard.

"Well...Senior Kyle, I have to think about it...I really don't think I've ever seen anyone raise an owl..."

"I only saw owls flying into Mrs. Figg's house a few times when I was a child, but those owls flew to Mrs. Figg's house to steal the cat food that Mrs. Figg prepared for her cat. I remember that Mrs. Figg was very angry and chased those owls away quickly!"

"How is your relationship with Mrs. Figg, Harry?"

"Mrs. Figg is a good person. Although her house always smells of cabbage, she is very kind to me. She is the only person who is willing to take care of me when my aunt and the others are not at home."

"That's her! Harry, do you have Floo powder?"

This answer made Kyle feel relieved, and continued:
"You go to Mrs. Figg's and throw the Floo powder in the fireplace while she's not looking.

If the fireplace has a green flame, it's 100% sure she's a wizard, or at least a Squib! "

"Fly...fly what? Senior Kyle, I didn't understand, how could Mrs. Figg be a wizard? She lived here when I was very young and never went out."

"That's even more true, Harry, Mrs. Figg is probably someone Dumbledore sent to protect you. Well, it seems that you don't have floo powder, so just tell him that you need to contact Dumbledore. The situation is very urgent!"

"If she doesn't admit it, you can tell her that your letter has been intercepted. It seems that Death Eaters are eyeing you. What kind of ritual is going to be performed!"

Harry was dazed by Kyle's words, not sure whether to believe him or not.

The neighbor he had known for many years turned out to be a wizard, which made Harry feel so incredible.

"Harry, believe what Senior Kyle said, and go to Mrs. Figg!"

Fortunately, Hermione's words made him make up his mind. In the past year, Hermione has been serving as the brains of the small group, which made Harry trust her very much.

In the end, although Harry still had doubts, he still agreed.

Uneasy Kyle was worried that if Harry ran out in a panic, the people watching him would find something abnormal, so he ordered:
"Harry, hold your wand and be ready to use magic at any time, don't be afraid of the underage ban!"

"Once there is an accident, use the spell quickly, even if it is a clear spring like water. After the Ministry of Magic detects that you use magic quickly, it will immediately Apparate to your vicinity!"

These are all the solutions that Kyle can think of in a short period of time. Kyle is not sure whether he can get Harry out of danger.

But it's better than sitting still.

After Harry hung up the phone, Kyle returned to the sofa and closed his eyes to rest, waiting for the final result.

But the little girl Hermione was fidgeting, walking up and down the living room, which made Kyle also become restless.

"Okay, Hermione, sit down and rest for a while. It's no use walking around like this. We've tried our best to help Harry find a way. As long as he doesn't act too flustered, there won't be any problems."

"But...but...what if?"

The little girl was about to cry, but it took two hours to drive from Hermione's house to No. 4 Privet Drive, which made the little witch very helpless, and could only anxiously wait for news here.

Harry was also extremely nervous at this time, and he pressed his wand tightly to the inside of his arm.

His mind was so messed up that when he ran outside he ran right into Uncle Dursley.

"You little bastard! What are you doing in such a panic? Are you going to find your cronies!"

Uncle Dursley's rant didn't go over Harry's mind, he knew that the Dursleys were just rogues now.

Ever since Hagrid let Dudley grow a pig's tail, his uncle's family had been terrified of him, which made him very proud for a while.

But his uncle's words reminded Harry that he was too flustered now, which would attract the attention of the enemy.

Thinking of this, Harry slowed down, trying to control his expression.

I even went out and saw a stray dog ​​that had been wandering around my house recently, and said hello in a friendly way.

"Come on, that's it, you're just visiting friends, there's no need to panic!"

Harry kept pumping himself up in his heart, trying to be as usual, while also thinking about what Kyle had just said.

"Mrs. Figg is probably the person Dumbledore sent to protect you."

This sentence appeared in Harry's head over and over again. Harry was innocent and kind, not stupid.

When Kyle told him about it, he recalled many details that he didn't notice usually.

This made him happy that he could get out of the current predicament, but at the same time, he also had some bad thoughts in his heart.

No. 4 Privet Drive was only two streets away from Mrs. Figg's house, but the short distance made Harry feel like he had walked a long time.

Thinking about messy things in his heart, and having to be vigilant about his surroundings at all times made him extremely tired.

Finally standing at the door of Mrs. Figg's house, Harry hesitated, not daring to face the truth.

"Using magic can also attract the attention of the Ministry of Magic. What if Mrs. Figg is not a wizard? I can't expose the magic world in front of ordinary people."

Harry tried his best to find an excuse in his heart. Dumbledore and Gryffindor he led were all the lights in Harry's life. Even though it seemed silly to do so, Harry still decided not to open the door.

The suffering childhood made Harry's request for happiness very simple, and he cherished it very much, even if this happiness seemed a little fake.

Unfortunately, sometimes things don't go the way people want them to.

"Harry, what are you doing standing at the door? I just made new cookies, come in and have a taste."

Just as Harry turned to leave, Mrs. Figg's voice came from the next window.

"Meow~"

Her cat, Mr. Paw, barked happily at him as if echoing Mrs. Figg's words.

Harry felt that the smile on his face must not look much better than crying, so he stammered and replied:

"Mrs. Figg, I... I wanted to visit you, but... But I suddenly remembered that Aunt Petunia wanted me to go home early. I won't bother you today, and I'll come back another day."

After speaking, before Mrs. Figg could reply, Harry ran away.

Unfortunately, Harry's appearance obviously aroused Mrs. Figg's suspicion.

"Wait, Harry, what's wrong with you, is Dudley bullying you again..."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes looked Harry up and down, and stopped on the wand that Harry was holding tightly.

"Harry." Mrs. Figg's voice dragged on, "What are you doing with a stick?"

Although Mrs. Figg did not explicitly say that it was a wand, Harry could tell she was familiar with wands from her eyes.

(End of this chapter)