Chapter 286
The Silent One
Chapter 286 The Silent One
"--cry?"
Harry suddenly felt a little unfamiliar with this word.
He leaned out and saw several familiar boys walking out from the corner, supporting each other, against the wall next to the supermarket. Some of them - like Pete - were actually crying.
Behind him, Wade put down his sleeves and said to the cashier with a dull expression, "Please give me the change."
"Oh...ok." The cashier said in a panic.
As Harry walked out of the supermarket carrying the vegetables, he still looked incredulous.
"How did you do it?" he whispered to Wade, "Did you use magic?"
"I learned some fighting skills from Professor Abigail, and of course... magic."
Vader also whispered, "Let me teach you a little trick - you can use the super-sensory spell on yourself to enhance your perception, and you will be more agile when fighting."
"When you cast the ESP charm, doesn't it trigger the trace?" Harry asked doubtfully.
Vader laughed and said, "Who said I just used the ESP spell?"
Of course, he maintained this inconspicuous but actually very useful spell for a long time.
And there was one thing Vader hadn't told Harry -
After learning Animagus, Vader discovered that using a small transformation on himself would not trigger the trace.
The magic power flows within oneself and acts on oneself. It is not released at all and therefore cannot be monitored.
He opened and closed his palms several times, and his fingers, which had originally had thick joints, gradually returned to the appearance of a thirteen-year-old boy.
Behind them, Pete, who had his nose hit, was crying bitterly. His friend next to him complained: "Who is that guy? His fists are as hard as rocks."
"And swearing is scary." Another boy patted Pete's shoulder with lingering fear and said, "It's okay, cry Pete, I understand you... I almost cried just now when I was just listening."
"The Potter boy has really found a backer." Another person glared at Dudley in dissatisfaction and asked, "Dudley, did you know that guy was very powerful a long time ago? Otherwise, why didn't you take action just now?"
Dudley, the only one who was not injured, stammered, "I... I had a stomachache today, and I'm not feeling well... so..."
In fact, he was just worried that he would grow a pig's tail again.
Ever since his father Vernon found out that Harry couldn't use magic outside of school, his attitude had largely returned to normal. He would often scold Harry and sometimes even want to hit him with his cane.
But Dudley was much more cautious in this regard.
His idea was simple - Harry was just forbidden to use magic, not really unable to use magic.
The law prohibits hitting people! Dudley didn't stop hitting other children just because it was against the law!
So every time Harry pretended to use magic, Dudley would be startled.
However, his difficulties could not be understood by his companions who were unaware of the existence of magic.
They were angry at Dudley's "minding his own business" behavior just now. Dudley felt a little guilty and could only follow behind awkwardly.
A group of children were crying, swearing, and walking noisily along the street.
Then two men squatting on the side of the road, apparently trimming bushes, turned their heads to look at them, then looked the other way.
Wade and Harry had already walked away. One of the black-haired men whispered, "Harry Potter? I didn't expect he lives here... Who's the boy next to him?"
"You must have heard of his name - Weed Grey." Another brown-haired man said with a bit of boasting, "My student. When we were in school, he really admired me."
The black-haired man gave him a strange look and bluntly said, "So... why are you hiding from your admirers, Lockhart?"
Lockhart's face changed, and he lowered his voice and said hurriedly: "Don't call my name, Gal! What if someone hears it?"
"We have to leave this place as soon as possible!" Gar said to himself, "Harry Potter must be protected by the Ministry of Magic. If we continue to stay here, we may be discovered soon."
"We finally found a job with high salary and little work..." Lockhart was reluctant to leave.
"If you want to go back to Azkaban, then you can stay! I'm leaving anyway."
After saying this, Gal decisively left along a path.
"Wait for me!" Lockhart hurriedly followed, saying, "How long will we keep hiding like this? Why don't you come with me to Telford? There is a fan there who adores me very much. She will definitely be willing to help us."
"Don't forget that your deception has been exposed!" Gal said bluntly, "All those who admired you in the past have been deceived by you. Maybe they hate you more than anyone else now!"
Lockhart was speechless, then asked: "So what do you think we should do?"
"Come to think of it... I know a vampire. He's my uncle." Gal said thoughtfully, "Maybe we can go and seek refuge with him..."
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Wade didn't know that he had just passed by the two fugitives he was looking for.
The two of them returned to Sirius's house. Harry was obviously very happy because he had been beaten up by someone he hated, and he talked about his past experiences in a nostalgic tone.
"I once jumped onto the school chimney because they chased me... I've never jumped so high before!"
Harry said with regret: "Why can't I jump more than ten meters high when I didn't know I had magic, but I can't jump up after learning magic?"
"Because ignorant children are more likely to create miracles, perhaps because their minds are free?"
Sirius, who happened to be coming down from upstairs, heard what he said and continued, "But grown-up wizards are able to control their own power."
There was still some soot on his body, and it was obvious that he had just made a trip to 12 Grimmauld Place through the fireplace to return the portrait of Regulus.
Wade thought for a moment and said, "If an adult completely loses his memory and his mind is as pure as a piece of white paper like a baby, can he have two qualities at the same time? He can do something special with his will like a child, and he can quickly master his own power."
Sirius blinked for a moment before saying, "It's an interesting idea... but you have to find an adult with amnesia to verify it first, right?"
"Actually, there are." Lupin came out of the kitchen with a plate in his hand and said, "- the kind of person you are talking about, who has both qualities."
"Really? Who?" Harry asked curiously.
"Credence Barebone, an Obscurial who lived to adulthood, wreaked havoc in New York City, USA, many years ago, and later died."
Lupin said, "I once read his story in an old newspaper, and I think he is the kind of person you are talking about."
"What is the Obscurial? What kind of person is that?" Harry demanded.
"It's a long story, but it's lunch time," Lupin asked. "Who's going to help set the table?"
The three people sitting on the sofa stood up together.
(End of this chapter)