Hogwarts Wizarding Journey

At night, the cool night breeze dispelled the summer heat, but it could not dispel the irritability in Harry's heart.

The street lights overhead made a beeping sound due to poor contact, and the flashing lights made people feel quite uncomfortable.

Kicking away the pebbles in the middle of the road, Harry reluctantly walked towards his 'home' with the soy sauce bottle in his hand.

He really hopes to watch the previous speeding competition. It's not that he likes speeding. In fact, he still likes his Firebolt more than speeding.

The main thing is that he can use the opportunity of watching the game to stay away from the Dursleys' home. This is what he really wants.

Unfortunately, this time, Ron's father only received votes from four people.

(Ron's five brothers have all graduated, so the Ministry of Magic does not count them in the employee benefits list.)

Harry was too embarrassed to take the place of Ron's family, so he shamelessly went to watch the game.

It was not that Harry had never thought about buying the tickets himself, but unfortunately, minors had to be purchased by their parents on their behalf, and his birthday was still a few days away when the tickets were sold.

‘Oh, shit!’

As for asking your uncle and aunt for help?

hehe!

He doesn't have a fever.

And the most important thing is that he doesn't have that many galleons.

Before graduating from Hogwarts, he could not freely use the property left to him by his parents. For example, he did not worry about spending money on daily snacks, but the price of tickets for the speed racing competition was not those snacks.

Comparable.

"Oh~! Why hasn't school started yet?"

With a sigh, Harry dragged his steps slowly and managed to speed up a bit. He couldn't go back too late, otherwise the Dursleys would have another reason to sneer at him.

Although it’s not much better when there’s no reason…

"Haha, I'm very happy to hear that students love learning so much."

Suddenly, a voice of Harry thinking day and night came from the dark alley nearby. Along with the heavy footsteps, a familiar figure appeared in front of Harry after a long absence.

"Professor Dumbledore! You, why are you here? Are you planning to return to Hogwarts and become the principal again?"

Harry asked with surprise and expectation in his eyes.

God knows how he survived the previous school year. If the Dursleys hadn't been so competitive and had Ron and Neville by their side, he might have wanted to drop out of school.

This is really in line with the saying, "Two powers harm each other, whichever is less" is worse than worse!

"Unfortunately, it's not the case. I came here specifically to see you today. Come here, kid, I'll take you to a place."

Dumbledore said kindly.

However, the content of his words quickly dimmed the light in Harry's eyes.

"But professor, I still have to send the soy sauce back."

As he spoke, Harry raised the soy sauce bottle in his hand.

That's right, he just came out to make soy sauce.

"Haha, don't worry, kid. Before I came to look for you, I already said hello to your uncle and aunt and obtained their consent."

Slowly walking up to Harry, Dumbledore put a hand on Harry's shoulder without giving Harry another chance to speak.

The space was slightly distorted, and the two of them disappeared into the night, and the street lamp above their heads that had been extinguished at some point also lit up again.

…

…

"Ugh~!"

Bent over and retching, Harry tightly grabbed Dumbledore's robe with one hand and barely managed to avoid falling.

Speaking of which, this was his first time to phantom. Although he had experienced using portkeys twice before, the feeling of phantom was completely different. If there were any similarities between the two,

, that is, people don’t want to experience it a second time.

"Here you are, Dumbledore. And Harry, long time no see."

There was another familiar voice, and Harry suddenly realized that he seemed to know quite a few people?

Taking a deep breath, Harry managed to stand up straight.

"Long time no see, Mr. Arthur, it's nice to see you. By the way, where is this place? Are you at a party?"

Harry looked around suspiciously. He found that besides Ron's father Arthur, there were several other people here.

Among them were Professor McGonagall, whom he was familiar with, Professor Moody and Professor Lupin, who had previously served as Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers, and the last middle-aged male wizard he did not know.

Speaking of which, these people were gathering together, why did they bring him here? He didn't think he would have anything in common with these adults.

"Don't worry, kid, you will know soon. First, let me introduce you. I think you should know these people, and this one is Kingsley Shacklebolt.

Auror from the Ministry of Magic."

Dumbledore introduced.

"Auror!?"

Harry looked at Shacklebolt in surprise.

I never thought that this ordinary-looking wizard would turn out to be a famous Auror!

Harry has always wanted to be an Auror. In his opinion, Aurors are the most powerful wizards, even more powerful than the professors at Hogwarts.

Except, of course, Professor Dumbledore.

‘Boom~!’

The sound of a wooden stick hitting the ground was heard, and then Moody's hoarse voice echoed in the room.

"Albus, are you really confused? Or has the curse invaded your brain and confused your thinking?

Harry is still just a student, and even among all the students at Hogwarts, he is far from outstanding.

Now, you actually want to give him such an important task?

With all due respect, you might as well leave it to that brat from the Menethil family!"

As an Auror who has dealt with dark wizards all his life, Moody doesn't really believe in prophecies.

In contrast, he trusts his own intuition and judgment more.

If the current Aurors were as alert as he was, instead of treating his behavior as crazy, Barty Crouch Jr. would never have been able to disguise himself as him or even sneak into Hogg.

Watts went undiscovered for so long.

"Of course, Mr. Menethil is a very good wizard, beyond imagination.

But some things cannot be accomplished by strength alone.

Believe me, Alastor, only Harry can truly defeat Voldemort."

Dumbledore said slowly.

Although the people here are his most trusted friends, there are some things that he still doesn't want to tell others.

Because he had witnessed many prophecies made by Gellert, Dumbledore had always believed in the power of prophecies. He firmly believed that under his arrangement, as long as Harry grew up smoothly, he would be able to completely kill Harry.

Die Voldemort.

Therefore, he wanted to eliminate the possibility of any accidents, especially in the future when he could no longer watch Harry all the time.

As for Bell, in Dumbledore's mind, it was actually an insurance policy.

If Harry is ultimately defeated by Voldemort, then with Bell's existence, there must be someone who can contain Voldemort.

And as long as there is enough time to grow, Voldemort will definitely not be Bell's opponent.

As for whether Bell will become the third generation Dark Lord, to be honest, he does have such worries.

But there was no way. The reality was that he had no time and was too tired.

Presumably, Gellert must have been very tired...