Popular Web NovelsChapter 516 Breaking the traceChapter 516 Breaking the Trace
The sun has set in the west, but the temperature has not dropped much.
In the summer at the end of June, time passes extremely slowly on the streets where cars pass by. The long wait makes people feel hot inside.
The old man wearing a short-sleeved shirt with vertical stripes on a blue background looks tall and straight even when he is squatting on the ground. The folds on his clothes look comfortable and smooth. His light brown sunglasses are of exquisite texture, and his gray hair is even more... Appears to be mentally strong.
A middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears stood next to him with a big belly. He looked like he was fished out of the water. His gray vest and short khaki shirt were soaked and stuck to his flesh. My whole body was shiny and shiny from the sun, and I was feeling sluggish from the heat.
The fashionable old man was in sharp contrast with the middle-aged fat man next to him, so that Vernon Dursley frequently looked sideways, and couldn't help but suspect in his heart that this Bates was one of those weird guys, but looking at him With the decoration and the expensive car behind him, Vernon silently swallowed all doubts.
Bates held the light yellow sun hat in his hand and fanned it, his elbows slightly outward, so that the fat man next to him could also get a little cool:
"Ha Uncle Leigh, I'll call you Vernon. You can't keep your body shape like this. My friend said that obesity will turn blood vessels into brittle glass and break when touched."
"I don't believe it! "Vernon said hard, but his expression was obviously a little guilty, "Our family is already controlling our diet. I will lose weight soon, and so will my son!"
"You have a son? "
Speaking of his son, Vernon obviously became energetic and proudly introduced: "My son is not a wizard. He is studying at Smelting School. Although his grades are a little average, he has done very well in other things. During the semester, I also won the Southeastern Junior Heavyweight Interschool Boxing Competition and made many friends..."
"Really, it's really awesome..."
Bates dealt with it perfunctorily. While listening to his bragging and boasting, he carefully stared at the people walking out of the station. When he saw the familiar figure, his eyes lit up, he put the hat on his head and stood up to walk away.
Walking to Loren, Bates took his suitcase and hit him on the head, complaining a little bit: "I've told you several times, as a gentleman, I don't care when I go out. I know that I took the initiative to carry the girl's suitcase..."
"I've said it several times, the suitcase is empty, just to show off." Loren looked helpless.
Bates's eyes widened when he heard this, and he stared at him fiercely: "You still said that you didn't even take an empty box?"
Loren didn't say anything and silently took Hermione's box.
It doesn't make sense to this person, he is unreasonable.
Hermione followed behind with a smile, watching her grandfather and grandson stuff the box into the trunk. An angry person let the owl fly, intending to let it fly back on its own.
A certain Hanhan was very happy. He rubbed his master's cheek affectionately, spread his wings and flew up to the sky, venting his frustration after being bored all the way in the train carriage.
Loren opened the car door and let Hermione sit in first. He looked up and saw Harry walking next to his uncle after saying goodbye to the Weasley family. He saw that his body was soaked with sweat, and his eyes behind the lenses fluctuated slightly. Vernon Dursley didn't care what he thought at all, he opened the car door and got into the driver's seat with his body swaying.
The two of them didn't say a word when they met, and they were even more indifferent than strangers.
Loren didn't want to interfere with Harry's relationship with his aunt and uncle, but he suddenly remembered about Trace. Harry is under 17 years old and is still under surveillance. The Ministry of Magic can lock his location at any time, and his spell casting in an emergency will also be detected.
It would have been nothing in the past summer vacation, but Voldemort has returned to his physical body, and there are lurking Death Eaters in the Ministry of Magic. In addition, Sirius no longer lives near the Dursleys...
Loren pondered for a moment and called out to him: "Harry, come here."
"What's the matter?" "Hand out your right hand."
"What?" Harry's expression became even more confused, and he stretched out his hand out of trust in him.
A hand with distinct joints and thin calluses on the fingertips. Loren's eyes fell on the third knuckle of the ring finger of that hand. From a more private perspective, there was a wisp of filaments surrounding it. , the silk thread is light, like smoke, closely following the movements of the fingers, but the owner of the fingers does not feel anything.
Noticing Loren's gaze, Harry shrank his hands slightly nervously: "Is there... any problem?"
"No problem..."
Loren recalled what happened three years ago, when he and Hermione had just signed a contract with the Ministry of Magic, and traces appeared on the thin parchment and clung to their fingers. , after consulting Dumbledore, he used the power of the Sorcerer's Stone to break the trace.
At that time, he was still a little unable to control such a huge power. The majestic magic power was rushing through his body, which made him a little embarrassed. After three years, he had a deeper understanding of magic power and had better control. fine. Whether it is the step-by-step magic spell practice in the usual classroom, or the wanton swaying in a duel, everything can be sent and received with care and control.
More importantly, the dream of the starry sky that night caused the magic power in his body to increase unprecedentedly.
Lowering his eyes, Loren put one hand on the car door, stretched out the other hand, and placed the tip of his index finger on the ring finger entangled with traces. The mighty magic power poured out and followed Fill it in inch by inch with your fingertips.
He said softly: "It's just Zongsi."
Before Harry had time to think about Zongsi, he felt a slight heat rush into his ring finger, and the invisible force made the air nearby feel slightly stuffy. There was a sound, and then something soft but tough seemed to collapse, and an inexplicable feeling of relief arose in my heart.
He probably understood that it was the so-called trace silk.
Harry's eyes widened: "So... I can use magic freely during the summer vacation!?"
Hermione, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, had already noticed their actions. , after hearing this, he immediately stuck his head out and warned with strict logic: "As long as you do not violate the confidentiality law and do not alert the Ministry of Magic, otherwise the Ministry of Magic will still notice you."
Noticing that she had no surprised expression at all, Harry narrowed his eyes and asked, "When were the traces of you two removed?"
"Ahem..."
Hermione felt guilty. He looked away and slowly moved back to his position inside. He answered in a voice softer than the fairy, "A little earlier than you."
Harry looked at Loren and asked: "How long earlier?" ?"
"Have a nice summer vacation, we're in a hurry to go back for dinner. Goodbye."
"..."
Harry watched the expensive car backing out of the parking space deftly, starting the engine and speeding away, leaving only the gradually dissipating exhaust gas. He was happy that he could cast spells freely from now on, And because of the behavior of two harmful friends, I felt angry, with complicated eyes and tangled expressions.
Don't think he can't tell, the matter about Zongsi has been hidden from him for at least a year!
(End of this chapter)