Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

Chapter 63 The journey begins

After watching Professor Dumbledore leave the Dursley's house and disappear out the door, Harry prepared to return to his room.

So she bumped into the Dursleys, who were hurrying downstairs.

Uncle Vernon turned to Aunt Petunia happily and said, "Finally sent that freak away!

It seems that I can definitely negotiate this deal! Then we can buy a villa in Majorca! "

Then when he turned around, he saw the smile on Harley's face.

Uncle Vernon was trembling all over his fat body, but he still had the courage to say: "You...haven't you already left with your principal?"

"Oh, dear Professor Dumbledore probably gave me some time to write letters to my friends." Harry said casually,

"So he will pick me up at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. Are you happy?"

After finishing speaking, Harry stopped talking to Uncle Vernon who was standing blankly on the stairs.

Spider threads appeared out of thin air behind her, wrapped around Harley's waist, and lifted her directly into the air, landing steadily in front of the room.

This trick was learned by Harry from Spider-Man.Before becoming a witch, she peeked at Dudley's comics and was attracted by the Spider-Man in it.

Later, relying on the inspiration brought to her by Spider-Man, Harley came up with the idea of ​​using spider silk around her waist to move around and long-range kiting to kill weapons masters without bows and arrows.

Harley returned to the room and lay directly on the bed, recalling the previous conversation.

Professor Dumbledore didn't ask for many details about house elves, and she didn't take the initiative to tell them.

There seems to have been a strange tacit understanding between the two.

After thinking for a moment, Harley began to write letters to her friends to inform them of her whereabouts.

Hedwig glanced at her master, her eyes full of despair.

I got used to a life where there was almost no letter to send in the first year, and now let him be the king of the roll... It's really a dilemma!

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Early the next morning, Harley finished dressing up and carried her half-weighted suitcase downstairs. After all, she had to be back before school started.

She originally thought she would go directly to school with Professor Dumbledore, but the professor asked her to come back and live for a while.

After enjoying a breakfast, Harry sat quietly in the living room, flipping through his textbooks.

Professor Dumbledore knocked on the door of the house at nine o'clock on time.

Harry dragged the box over and opened the door. Professor Dumbledore was already standing outside the door holding his wand.

"Are you ready to start our journey, Harry?" Professor Dumbledore said with a smile after greeting each other.

"Ready, Professor."

"Okay." Dumbledore held Harry's hand, "Then we will Apparate directly to Nico's house.

It stands to reason that we should first go to the British Ministry of Magic and the French Ministry of Magic to apply for various documents, otherwise it will be regarded as illegal entry.

But thanks to something that happened in the past, I have a pass from the Ministry of Magic in almost all countries in the world. I don’t need to report when I go, and I can bring extra people with me. "

Harry nodded silently, the need to report was very similar to Muggles. After all, as long as a wizard has an idea, any one of them can turn into a walking natural disaster.

No matter what happens, it should be no problem to blow up a house easily by chanting a few spells like Seamus did to cause an explosion.

Therefore, on the premise of complying with the "Secrecy Law", it is necessary to restrain and supervise the wizards who come to the country.

"Let's go!" Professor Dumbledore took Harry's hand, and the two disappeared into the air.

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A suburb in France.

Dumbledore and Harry appeared out of thin air and landed firmly on the ground.

Harley rubbed her head, and ice appeared on her hands to calm herself down and dispel the physical discomfort.

After Professor Dumbledore watched Harry finish everything, he said with a smile: "Isn't it very uncomfortable to apparate across such a long distance?"

"Indeed." Harley said with a grimace, "It's so disgusting that I feel like vomiting."

"It would be nice to go through it a few more times. Nicole and the others must have been waiting for a while." Dumbledore took his wand and walked towards a wasteland.

Harley immediately pulled her suitcase and followed, not doubting that the destination ahead was a wasteland.

Because there were faint fluctuations of magic power in that direction, the destination was probably hidden by something.

After the two arrived at the edge of the wasteland, Dumbledore tapped the void a few times with his wand.

A manor appears out of thin air.

"Welcome to Nico's manor." Dumbledore said softly, and then the two of them strode inside.

At the manor, a house elf was waiting.

"Mr. Dumbledore, Miss Potter, the master asked me to wait for you here." The house elf screamed as soon as he saw the two of them.

"Thank you, Derby." Dumbledore nodded to the house elf, and then introduced to Harry,

"This is the house elf derby of the Nico family. Nico and his wife have lived for more than six hundred years, and the Flamel family is a traditional noble in the French magical world.

So they also raised a lot of house elves. And Derby is the leader of all their house elves and the steward. "

"Professor, I've always wanted to ask a question." Harley suddenly asked,

"Where did house elves come from? Why do only wealthy pureblood families have house elves?"

Dumbledore shook his head: "I suggest you ask Nico directly, he is the most familiar with this period of history.

After all, there are many relevant records in his family, and he can even be said to be a personal experiencer of that period of history. "

Harley nodded thoughtfully and didn't ask any more questions.

Under the leadership of Debi, the two of them arrived at the reception room.

Nico and his wife Perenal were sitting on the couch chatting. Seeing Dumbledore's arrival, they both stood up.

"Welcome, my dear old fellow."

The two of them gave Dumbledore a warm hug, and then Nico said,

"Is this Miss Harry Potter?"

"Good morning, Mr. Nico Flamel, Mrs. Perenal Flamel." Harley was wearing a wizard's robe today, so she just curtsied slightly.

"What a polite child." Perenal looked at Harry kindly,

"Kid, just call us by our names. I think you don't mind if we call you Harley."

"Of course not, ma'am."

The host and guest were seated, and the house elf also served drinks and desserts at the right time.

The Nicol couple and Dumbledore were obviously old acquaintances, so they didn't exchange greetings at all and went straight to the topic.

Nico leaned slightly on the sofa, his whole body sinking into the soft leather:

"Albus, you came this time just to bring Miss Halle to meet some old friends?"

"Of course." Dumbledore nodded, "According to an old saying from the East that I heard during my travels, the more things you see, the more you can understand."

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(Thanks to Jiuwei Yanhu, Kong Yiji for stealing the book, MORIHUANGHUN, and Lin Xili for the reward!)

Alas, I feel like this part of my daily life is a bit watery. I want to learn how to write on some websites, but some of the rules are too strict. But at night, through history, we advance the main line.