[hp] stay out of it

My escape route was not in my grasp at the beginning. It was out of control from the old house in White. Smalfoy, because the three of them wanted to kill Malfoy, was forced to move again. This time, he ran to an old house in France that had not been inhabited for a long time.

With my current level, forcibly apparating will definitely cut off limbs, let alone bring another unwilling Malfoy.

Finally, I intend to leave here and return to England by one of the means of transport I am most familiar with - the Muggle train.

After another toss, Malfoy and I got into the car without any valid identification. During this period, I used some tricks to make us lie comfortably in the sleeper box, and the other two beds were empty.Malfoy hadn't eaten for almost a day, and didn't sleep much at night, and now he couldn't care less about mocking Muggle food, but just kept eating.To my amazement, even so he maintained a rather elegant table manners.I have to be convinced, it seems that the aloofness and arrogance of the pure-bloods still have some capital.

After he was full, it was rare for Malfoy to turn around and criticize everything about Muggles—that is, everything around him except me. Instead, he said gloomily: "The efficiency of the Ministry of Magic is really slow." Then he was dissatisfied Said to me: "You mentioned to my newspaper that the reason why the Ministry can't use the traces on my body to find my exact location-it can only be roughly judged to be somewhere on the other side of the English Channel-probably It's because of some powerful magic interference, it's a magic that specializes in anti-tracking and positioning."

I also read that report carefully. In addition to vaguely pointing out the general location of the young master of the Malfoy family, it also mentioned that this kind of anti-positioning spell has always been a good show for eclectic French wizards.

"I was hurt by you." Malfoy fell heavily on the bed, staring at the ceiling with his arms under his pillow, still naturally posing an elegant and noble posture.

I feel more and more that pure-blood etiquette requires and the quality of demeanor is pleasing to the eye, so I took another look, opened the door of the box and went out.When I came back, I had obtained a mobile phone by disgraceful means. I silently apologized to the original owner of this thing, turned around and went back to the box, where Malfoy was drinking water calmly.

"All roads lead to Rome." I shook my mobile phone, and decided to use this method to inform the people who are looking for us in a hurry.Although Malfoy obviously hadn't heard of this Muggle motto, it didn't prevent him from understanding the meaning of this sentence. He raised his eyebrows and showed his disdain for the head-turning thing in my hand.

I picked up my mobile phone and recalled the people who had telephones at home: Muggle-born classmates had the most Hufflepuffs, but I didn’t know any of them, and Ravencrow had one or two, but I didn’t know What are their parents' names, where do they live, and they don't know their company at all, so there is no way to find their phone number...

Although the Muggle telephone agency will definitely allow wizards to enter, I don't know how to connect...

In short, I found to my dismay that apart from Mr. Vernon Dursley, director of the drilling rig's Groning Company, I couldn't find a second person with connections to the wizarding world on my mobile phone...

As for the main characters in this world, I try to avoid contact with them as much as possible, but when things come to an end, do I still have to talk to him on the phone?Also explain how I know about their home phone number...

This feeling of not being in control of everything is really uncomfortable.

Probably because this train was headed to the UK, there was a UK yellow page on the train, I flipped through it, and immediately found the Grunning company, and I dialed the number.

"Hello, Grunning Company." The front desk lady said softly.

"Hello, um, sorry, I was wondering if you have a director named Vernon Dursley in your company."

"Yes, do you need a transfer?"

"Ah, no, I'm a friend of Mr. Dursley's son, Dudley Dursley... I transferred to France, but I forgot their phone number. It's his birthday soon, and I want to call to congratulate him He, please... can you tell me the phone number of Dursley's house? Also, can you not tell Mr. Dursley about this?" I don't want Mr. Dursley to go all over this, and then settle the account with Ha on the head...

"This one……"

"Please... this is really important. Miss, I'm a pen pal with him, and I don't know any other kids in this area - just call the company. I swear I will never forget my classmate's phone number again .” I had no expression on my face, but I kept pleading pitifully, and when I turned around, I saw Malfoy expressing contempt for me.

"Well, okay," the person over there softened a little, "but there is no home phone at the front desk, so let me ask for you, is that okay?"

So the note in my hand recorded the phone number of the Dursleys.

Dial over.

"This is the Dursleys' house," said the gruff and impolite little boy, this was Dudley, "Who are you looking for... Excuse me?"

"Hello, is Harry home?"

That statement had astonishing effects both on and off the phone.Dudley's voice on the receiver suddenly became high-pitched and high-pitched: "Mom? Mom! It's that kind of person! Those people are looking for Harry again!" The voice pierced my eardrum across the English Channel, I had to hold my mobile phone farther away.On the opposite side of the carriage, Malfoy, who was drinking water, spit out all the water when he heard Harry's name. Regardless of being choked, he hurriedly stood up, and finally put his head on the top bed: "You... ...Aw!" With a scream, he covered his head and sat back down.

Malfoy finished wiping the water off his skirt and glared at me as he rubbed the bump on his head, clearly resentful that I had singled out Harry on the phone among all the Muggle-born classmates.I can only shrug my shoulders: "I can't find anyone else." I didn't say much, because Harry had already come to answer the phone.He and Dudley seemed to push and shoved at the other end, and then seemed to notice that the caller was not a landline, but the receiver said with some doubts: "I'm Harry, who are you?"

I grinned in embarrassment at the absurd feeling that I should be on the phone with such a significant character: "Hi, I'm Vincent White from Ravenclaw, I thought you might not remember..."

"No, no, I remember you. Tall, curly hair, huh? Hermione - my friend, the top student in our house, was always telling us, um, that there were students in Ravenclaw who had grades comparable to hers. ..."

It must be an indignant complaint... I shudder.In their eyes, I am actually not as insignificant as I imagined. The reason is just because of things like grades... I am a bit dumbfounded.I laughed dryly, and then talked about part of my amusing experience: "Due to some very complicated reasons, I was thrown to France by a strange spell. Now I can't find a way to contact the magic world, so I can only Please write a letter for me."

"France? So far away?" Harry obviously didn't get derailed from the magical world during the summer vacation, and he still kept an eye on the developments there. "Then have you seen Malfoy?"

I glanced at Malfoy on the opposite side. He was looking at me on the phone coldly. I opened my eyes and said nonsense: "No? Why do you want to see Malfoy?" Before he could reply, I quickly said: "My classmate Maybe I have to wait, can you send a message to Alina Hornby in the ministry for me? Just send a letter with an owl. A classmate and I will arrive in London at noon tomorrow, and we will get off at Victoria Railway Station , if you are lucky, there will be three tails. Please make sure to bring the whole story, okay?"

After repeated exhortations and thanks, I hung up the phone.