HP Approaches the Magical World

"What's the inconvenience? He can't beat me. Besides, isn't there still your magic?"

Joanne didn't find it inconvenient at all. After all, Jon just rejected the new residence she was looking for two days ago, and then bought a small villa near Manchester.

It must be the kind that Joanne can't afford by herself.

Joanne couldn't figure out why Jon did this. Of course, it may also be because there are many things between the two of them that need to be kept secret. It is indeed inconvenient for her to live in the school's staff apartment.

The owls are flying around, and she is not a wizard, so there is no way to solve the related effects. It is indeed a good way to live out, and there is also a place to create.

But this is all for the future, and now she is only curious about one question.

"Why are you standing here? Can they still escape from the island?"

"Of course not, just look at it."

Jon handed the telescope in his hand to Joanne, then pressed the intercom to let the driver get closer, then turned off the intercom and explained to Joanne:

"Tomorrow is July 31st. Today is the deadline for Harry to reply to the notice. Someone will definitely come. By the way, after they leave, you can go in and do some profiling."

...

Harry was having a hard time being in the house.

This place is even more frustrating than a cupboard, because of the storm, the rolling waves outside are beating against the walls of this cabin under the gust of wind, and the raging wind has also blown the filthy doors of the house. The window slammed, and it felt like it was about to fall down.

Aunt Petunia found some moldy quilts from inside the house and made a bed for Dudley on the sofa in the outer room.

She and her husband both went to sleep inside on the bumpy, bumpy bed; Harry was left to find the most inhospitable floor, curled up under a thin, ragged quilt, and barely let himself in. Close your eyes yourself.

The storm outside was getting bigger and bigger, the thunder mixed with Dudley's snoring made him upset, the cold made him shiver and couldn't fall asleep, and his stomach began to churn at this time, he stood up and walked to Dudley's side , trying to remove a quilt from Dudley's body, but without success, he just accidentally looked at the watch Dudley was wearing on his wrist.

The pointer on the luminous dial was ticking, and the hour hand was approaching twelve o'clock, which meant that his eleventh birthday would be coming soon.

...

"coming."

Jon patted Joanne on the back, reminding her to pay attention: "The road in front of the cabin."

Joanne quickly adjusted the angle of the telescope and looked over, but unfortunately it was too dark. She didn't have Jon's magic glasses, so it was basically difficult to see who was coming. She could only see a huge shadow that reminded her.

"What is this?" She asked in surprise, "Is this a mountain?"

"Hagrid, the hunting ground guard at Hogwarts, you have seen in the materials, the half-blood giant who took Harry away from the ruins of Potter Manor eleven years ago."

Jon looked at the portrait shown in the glasses. When Hagrid appeared just now, he didn't see how Hagrid appeared. He only knew that Hagrid was coming when he saw the scattered magic factors in the air begin to gather.

It shouldn't be apparating. Hagrid dropped out of school in the third grade. He probably couldn't learn such advanced spells. But logically speaking, Hagrid is already in his sixties. Although he is forbidden to use magic, learning magic It is not impossible.

Oh, and the Ministry of Apparition will have records,

So it shouldn't be Apparating.

Is that a motorcycle?

Didn't hear the sound, Jon thought, it should be some kind of magic that can fly, otherwise there is no way to explain it.

But when he was thinking wildly, Joanne had put down the binoculars, turned around and went back into the house.

Feeling the sudden shrinking of the barrier, Jon raised his hand and glanced at the time. The pointer pointed to twelve o'clock. It should be Hagrid who started knocking on the door.

He waved his magic wand to disperse the surrounding barriers, turned around and walked into the cabin, and at a glance he saw Joanne sitting at the table with pens, paper and a radio in front of her.

"What are you doing?"

He looked at Joanne who was adjusting the radio and asked.

"Monitor, don't you think I only installed one monitor?"

Joanne adjusted the radio without looking up, knowing that the rustling sound was no longer coming from inside, but was replaced by the sound of snoring.

"What did you put your new bug on?"

"I put it on Mrs. Dursley's clothes this morning." Joanne complained, "It's really difficult, if it weren't for my quick movements, I couldn't put it on, and the monitor has to put a signal here first. open."

Jon ignored Ms. Investigator's complaints and sat down to listen to the voice over there.

If you can't watch the live broadcast, it's not bad to listen to the live broadcast.

...

Harry stood in front of Dudley and watched the hands on his watch jump a few times. After twelve, he said happy birthday to himself, and then went back to sleep.

Then he turned around when he heard a loud bang behind him.

The whole cabin shook because of the loud noise, and Harry stared at the door, where something seemed to break in.

Then there was another knock on the door, this time everyone in the room finally woke up.

Harry heard Dudley mumble "What's that sound?", and then saw his uncle crawling out of the room with a gun in his hand, aiming the gun at the door.

"Who's out there?"

Mr. Dursley yelled bitterly, "I warn you, I have a gun!"

It was quiet outside for a while.

Then the door fell from the door frame with a click, and there was a fishy smell.

The figure behind the door was also exposed, but no head could be seen.

Harry saw it right away, though, because the head lowered and squeezed in through the doorway.

It was a man as tall as a hill. His face was almost covered by a thick beard and unkempt hair. Under the thick hair, a pair of black beetle-like eyes were shining.

The giant squeezed his way into the room, hunched over so that his head was just brushing the ceiling.

Then he stooped and picked up the door panel, and easily fitted the door to the frame.

With him blocking here, the sound of the storm outside seemed to become smaller.

Harry watched the man turn around with difficulty, and then spoke, "Could you get us a cup of hot tea? It's not easy to make such a trip..."

His voice was a little louder than Mr. Dursley and Dudley combined, and by the time he got to the sofa, Dudley was visibly terrified.