Popular Web NovelsChapter 525 Goodbye Professor LupingChapter 525 Goodbye Professor Lupine
The second Thursday in August happens to be the day of the full moon.
The salted egg yolk-like sun had not completely set yet. Loren pulled Hermione's suitcase and turned around and waved to the three parents who were following him. His movements were casual: "Go back, we will write on time. Back."
Monica stopped, pursed her lips and nodded to the two of them, her concerned eyes resting on them.
Wendell didn't look happy, and followed Monica step by step. He looked up at his daughter, then at Loren next to him, and curled his lips in displeasure.
Bates continued to follow behind, murmuring: "Be careful when you use magic to leave. Several neighbors will go out for a walk at this time... Although you always say there is no danger, you should be careful. Think more when things happen... Hermione, this guy's brain is not working well, please take care of him."
"Yes, I will," Hermione responded obediently.
Loren couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly. He suspected that these two people were speaking ill of him to his face, but there was no evidence.
After pondering for a moment, Loren decided not to confront them head-on. He turned his head and smiled brightly at Monica: "Mrs. Granger, I will definitely take good care of Hermione. I promise not to let her go." She stayed up late reading randomly to prevent her from doing risky and stupid things."
Wendell rolled his eyes at him, and Monica smiled gently, and touched his hair gently, with a very sweet voice. Gentle: "Thank you then. Hermione needs this kind of care. You take good care of her for me and supervise her to go to school peacefully. You don't stay up late to read. When you are free on weekends, you go outside to see the green plants and breathe fresh air... "
"Mom..."
Hermione's cheeks felt a little hot.
Monica turned her head to look at her, touched her hair, pinched her face, pulled the two of them into her arms and hugged her hard.
Loren was silent for a moment, and promised in a muffled voice: "Don't worry, I will do it."
"Okay, that's it. Remember to write to us."
"Yes."
The three parents stopped at the doorstep and looked at them with eyes as soft as the setting sun.
Hermione sniffed, noticed Loren looking at her, and glared at her with a sullen face: "Who wants you to supervise and take care of me?"
The corners of Loren's mouth raised slightly. He smiled and held her hand regardless of her awkward expression in front of her parents.
The wand passed through the afterglow of the setting sun, making a space-trembling explosion.
...
Privet Drive, Little Whinging District.
The bedroom on the second floor of the Dursley's house.
Harry lay flat on the bed, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes, his expression gradually transitioned from expectant to listless, and his tired mind was almost blank.
Loren's letter said that someone would pick him up and leave today, but today is almost over and he still hasn't heard any news.
In the cage next to her, Hedwig's big round amber eyes kept blinking, her mouth was stuffed with frogs, and she made vague sounds from time to time.
He has been lying here for almost a week, staying in this bedroom all day long, only going out to move around when he goes to the bathroom. Uncle Vernon opened a small door under the door. Three times a day Aunt Petunia stuffed the food in through the wooden door.
Actually, he could leave at any time, but every time he picked up the wand and walked to the door, he came back again.
For a long time Harry was restless and couldn't calm down to do anything. He just paced back and forth in the bedroom. Sometimes he was completely listless, like this for hours and hours. Lying on the bed, there are thousands of thoughts in my head, but I can't find a thread.
After being attacked by dementors that night, Harry received two letters. Mr. Weasley and Sirius both told him to stay at the Dursleys and not go anywhere, but whether to stay here or not. It wasn't up to him to make the decision. What really made him stay was Aunt Petunia. To be precise, it was a yelling letter sent to Aunt Petunia.
The letter spontaneously ignited because it was not opened in time. The unfamiliar and terrifying voice only left one sentence: "Remember my last..."
What was the last?
Someone actually writes a howling letter to Aunt Petunia, who is a Muggle. Who is the writer?
Every time Harry heard Aunt Petunia's footsteps walking in, he wanted to ask her what was going on with the howling letter, but instead of asking her these questions, he would be better off asking the doorknob... …
A series of footsteps approached.
The voice was heavy, that of fat Uncle Vernon.
"Huh?"
Harry's ears twitched and he stood up from the bed, turning his head to watch Uncle Vernon push the door and walk into his bedroom.
"We're going out."
"I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"What we are saying is that your aunt, Dudley, and I are going out."
"Okay."
"You are not allowed to leave your room while we are gone."< br>
"Okay."
"Don't touch the TV, touch the stereo, touch any of our stuff."
"Okay."
"..."
Then he walked out of the room with heavy steps. The door hit the door frame with a heavy sound. The footsteps gradually went downstairs. A few minutes later, the car engine With a rumble, it slowly accelerated out of the Dursley's courtyard.
The only sound in the empty house was the gurgling sound of water in the water pipes. The sky was gradually getting darker. Harry was lying on the bed, as if in a state of numbness, thinking of nothing in his mind and restless in his heart.
Suddenly, there was a splashing sound from the kitchen downstairs. A few minutes later, Harry stood on the stairs, looking at each other from afar with the seven or eight wizards below the hall, and couldn't help but fall silent.
Why so many people?
...
"No. 4 Privet Drive...that's right here..."
Loren glanced at the house number, breathed a sigh of relief, and pulled Hermione up. Before he could knock on the door, the ajar door quietly opened.
Furniture was neatly arranged in the room, and the not-so-wide space was crowded with people.
A group of wizards huddled at the end of the hall, their outlines illuminated by the slightly aged light bulbs. The leader was Alastor Moody, next to them was their familiar Professor Lupin, and a female interest. Looking at them with excitement, a few people behind them stretched their necks.
The expressions of Loren and Hermione were a little subtle for a moment.
"Long time no see, Loren and Hermione." Remus Lupine walked up to him with a smile, and when he saw him in New York, his mental state was much better, even though his face was He could not hide his fatigue, but his eyes were calm and focused, and his lips had a bright smile.
"Long time no see, Professor Luping."
"Harry is packing his luggage upstairs. We can leave when he comes down..."
As they spoke, Loren and Hermione also learned about the wizard team that came to escort Harry today.
Nymphadora Tonks, a new member of the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, is also the famous Disguise Magus in Loren's memory. The violet-haired witch is the youngest member of the team with a beautiful face. Fair, with sparkling black eyes.
Kingsley Shacklebolt, head of the Auror Office, is dark-skinned, tall, bald, and has a low and slow voice.
As for Ephias Dorje, Dedalo Digo, Emmeline Vance, Stourge Podmore and Hestia Jones, there are too many people and their names are too long. , some can't remember, one by one was marked by Loren as an ordinary member of the Order of the Phoenix.
The leader of the team is Mad-Eye Moody, who has long gray hair and a patch of bald area above his right ear. It seems that Crouch Jr. bald him last year. One of his eyes is small, black and shiny. Like beads, the other eye is big and round, shining with electric blue, and a large piece of flesh is missing on the nose. At this moment, two asymmetrical eyes are narrowed and staring at them suspiciously.
"Can you guarantee it's them, Lupin?" Moody shouted gruffly, "If we bring back two Death Eaters pretending to be them, we'll be in big trouble. We'd better ask them something-"
"Something only I know..."
Tonks drawled, sounding a little sinister, and she shook her violet hair, "I have to do this again every time I see someone. If I hadn't deceived the Dursleys by forging a winning letter, they would probably have been given a bottle of truth serum! I can't stand it anymore, you guys are questioning me slowly, I'll go upstairs and see Harry."
Looking at Tonks running up the stairs briskly, Hermione didn't understand what was going on for a moment, but just scratched her hair in confusion and looked in front of her. Professor Lupine.
"Mad-Eye was suspicious when he saw Harry just now, so Tonks said this...for safety's sake." Lupine looked at her back walking up the stairs quickly, smiled at the two of them and asked, "So, Is there any secret that only we know?"
"We once suggested that you use Animagus to deal with werewolf disease." Loren paused and couldn't help but ask casually, "You are in a werewolf group. How are the results of the implementation here?"
"The situation is a bit complicated, but overall it's going well." Lu Ping gestured to Mad-Eye to indicate that the verification was passed, and then patted Loren on the shoulder." There are too many people here. Let's talk outside. Anyway, we will leave on a broomstick."
"Ride a broomstick?" Hermione was a little confused.
"The Floo network is under Ministry of Magic surveillance, Harry has not yet passed the Apparition exam, and we do not have the appropriate portkey."
Lupine glanced back to make sure that the people inside could not hear what they were saying, and quickly added, "The main reason is that Mad-Eye wants to check if there are any traitors among these people. Only us and Dumbledore know about this operation, so hurry up." Time is enough to convey the message. If we suffer any attack, it means that among them..."
The rest of the words were not finished, but both Loren and Hermione understood what he meant and subconsciously wanted to get into the crowd. Look, but immediately restrained himself.
Loren said wisely: "Let's talk about the werewolf. Did the plan go well?"
"The ideas and plans are feasible, but it is very difficult to implement." Lupine leaned against the wall next to the door, looking up at the clear night sky. "Most people infected with werewolf disease have not received normal magical education. They know nothing about the principles and applications of transfiguration. It is very difficult to teach them from scratch." , Fortunately, Dumbledore contacted Ilvermorny for us, and they have opened a special teaching class for werewolves."
"What is even more troublesome is the very small number of Muggle werewolves. They have no magic power and cannot learn. Nimagus, the Magical Congress of the United States contacted the Muggle government to establish a special hospital and funded a large amount of supplies. It was easy to spend the full moon night with a large dose of sedatives, but..."
Lu Ping rubbed his brows, fatigue visible to the naked eye, "They asked for some limited research. We were worried that the werewolf disease would be leaked, and we signed a complicated magical contract with every hospital employee, which made it very troublesome."
Loren and Hermione were somewhat silent after hearing this. These phenomena were not unexpected.
There are countless similar novels and movies, not to mention the contagious werewolf disease, a few years later, even the completely uncontrollable coronavirus can be studied and spread...
After Loren thought about the principles and transmission methods of werewolf disease, he shook his head slightly: "Don't worry too much. The contagiousness of Muggle werewolves has been weakened. Without an understanding of the basic principles of magic, they can't research anything."
"That is indeed the case. We consulted many magical animal experts, therapists and werewolf researchers to confirm that the danger is controllable before agreeing, otherwise we would not dare to take the risk..."
Lu Ping sighed and breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm sorry, I stayed there for too long and my mind was full of these things, making you worry... Let's not talk about these, let's talk about the mysterious man. I still have It's not very clear why the man suddenly resurrected, and the Ministry of Magic still has no response plan."
"Well..." Loren spread his hands, "It's a long story. It's a bit complicated, so I can only pick out some things I can tell you. You have to ask Dumbledore yourself for the specific situation. This starts with Crouch and his son..."
A few minutes later, The wizards headed by Moody walked out one by one and came to the beautifully manicured lawn of the Dursley's house. When the Metamorphmagus witch reappeared, she had changed into bubblegum pink.
Harry was even more excited when he saw the two of them, and couldn't hide his excitement. However, he still resisted the urge to rush over and speak loudly in front of all the wizards, and winked at the two of them: "We'll wait until we get there." Chat...
"On a clear night sky, it would be nice if there were some clouds for cover."
Moody muttered, and scanned the surrounding sky with his blue magic eyes, and arranged the mission in a rough voice: "We flew forward in a tight formation, Tonks broke the wind, Lupin paid attention to the ground, and the others Stay behind and don't mess up the formation no matter what. Do you understand? If any of us are killed halfway, come back to look for the body after the mission is over. If we are all dead, you can fly east and someone will come to take care of you... ..."
The atmosphere was a bit solemn after these words, except for Tonks who happily tied Harry's empty box and owl cage to her broom. If Loren took Legilimency to her at this time, Just read it, and you can hear the little tune she hums in her heart:
I thought it would be a hard job of selling goods, but I didn't expect it to be easy and enjoyable!
After determining that the time was right, Tonks and Harry, who was hidden by the Disillusionment Curse, mounted their broomsticks and took off one after another, hovering in the air, looking down and waiting for Loren and Hermione to join them.
"I have a little question..."
Hermione silently raised her right hand and whispered, "Loren and I don't have brooms..."
(End of Chapter)
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