Chapter 414: The Fighter in the King of Volumes

The man standing at the door seemed to have returned to the way he looked before he met Wade - he looked tired and haggard, his clothes were dirty and torn, and there was a patch on his elbow.

Remus Lupine had just heard the news of the attack on the Hogwarts train this morning and hurried over immediately.

"Sirius actually wants to come and visit you, but the task assigned to him by Dumbledore has not been completed yet."

Lupine explained to his friend.

"What task did Dumbledore give him?" Harry asked curiously: "What have you been busy with recently? You don't even have time to look at the Book of Friends."

It has to be said that when he woke up from a coma and saw that there were no words from Remus and Sirius in the friends' tent, and no familiar figures were seen on the platform, Harry couldn't help but feel a little sad in his heart. Somewhat complaining.

After seeing Lupin, he couldn't help but want to complain a few words, but those words were swallowed by Harry before they came out.

He didn't want to ruin the joyful mood at this time.

"Sorry, Harry." Lupine said apologetically: "This is a secret. I can't...well...can't reveal it at will before getting Dumbledore's permission."

"Oh, okay..."

Harry curled his lips, but still went up to hug Lupin and said, "I'm so happy to see you, Remus."

"Me too." Lupine touched his hair, gestured, and said, "It's only been more than a month since I last saw you, and you've grown taller again, Harry."

He saw Wade and Michael walking down the stairs and said with a smile: "Long time no see, Wade, Michael, how are you doing lately?"

Harry then remembered that there were two other friends in the house, and he sheepishly let go of Lupine.

"It doesn't matter, you can hold her for a while longer." Michael said with a smirk, "I will still laugh at you anyway."

"We are living a good life, but you don't seem to be living a good life?" Wade asked, "How did you get yourself into this state?"

"Oh...this..."

Lupine raised his arm and looked at the patch, smiled unconsciously, and said with some annoyance: "I'm just too busy to buy a new one, Tonks... I mean a kind-hearted person." My companion helped me fix it.”

"Oh...companion..." Michael raised his eyebrows and said in a long voice.

For some reason, Lu Ping didn't dare to face the child's knowing look. He quickly changed the subject and said, "I'm relieved to see you guys are fine... Uh... If it's convenient, I'd like to wash up first."

…

By the time Lupine finished cleaning up and went out, the table was already filled with food.

Of course there are no little golems doing housework in the house here, but being in the center of London, ordering takeaway is very convenient. There is a Chinese restaurant not far away that tastes very authentic and is Wade's favorite.

After dinner, Harry couldn't wait to mention the last time he fainted when facing a dementor, and said angrily: "I have obviously mastered the Patronus Charm, but at that time my whole body was weak and I couldn't successfully cast the Patronus Charm. God calls it out.”

Lupine looked at him gently and said: "The dementors affect you more than others. That's because others don't have the same terrifying feeling you had before. Harry, there is nothing to be ashamed of. If it were anyone else, Anyone who has the same experience as you will fall into coma when facing dementors."

"Vader said the same thing. But I..." Harry gritted his teeth and said, "I don't want to be so useless anymore... If I encounter Dementors next time, I hope I can fight them!" "Ms, what can you do?"

Lupine pondered for a moment and said, "There is a way... Harry, do you know about Boggarts?"

"I know!" Harry nodded and said, "Professor Abigail told it in class."

"Then I won't have to explain... I will find a way to find a Boggart. It should turn into a dementor when it sees you." Lupine said.

"Will a Boggart feel like a dementor if he becomes a dementor?" Harry asked worriedly.

"It will." Lu Ping said with certainty: "It will turn into the appearance you fear most, and it can be completely imitated from appearance to momentum... Of course, it does not actually have the same ability."

"Then I understand." Harry took a deep breath and said a little uneasily and eagerly: "I must be able to truly master the Patronus Charm."

Lu Ping looked at his high-spirited look and couldn't help but smile with relief.

"A castle as old as Hogwarts usually breeds one or two Boggarts. I'm going to write a letter to Hagrid to see if he can help me find one."

"Um...can Hagrid catch the Boggart?" Harry couldn't help but ask doubtfully.

Of course, Hagrid was a very good Care of Magical Creatures teacher, but when it came to his level of spells... Harry could only say that Hagrid only had to fight with his fists.

Boggarts are not monsters that can be dealt with with brute strength.

Lupine smiled and said, "Hagrid is kind and simple, which gives him a great advantage when facing Boggarts."

Harry didn't quite understand, but he knew that he might soon see a copycat version of the Dementor, which made him couldn't help but feel nervous.

After Lupine went to write his letter, Harry practiced the Patronus Charm in the empty living room.

After playing a game alone, Michael saw that he had not returned to the attic. He felt that it was not interesting to play alone, so he went down there.

He leaned against the handrail of the stairs and saw the silver-white stag running on the air. In a trance, he seemed to hear the sound of clattering, which brought a warm feeling when it passed by him.

Any creature that becomes a patronus is incredibly beautiful, and seems to be more sacred than a unicorn.

Michael looked at the stag leaning against Harry, and suddenly he felt envious.

He struggled in his heart for a while, but in the end, the desire to not be a burden dressed up the laziness deep in his heart.

"Teach me the Patronus spell, Harry." Michael closed his eyes and said with determination: "I can practice potions with you every day after school starts!"

Although Snape always likes to target Harry, if Harry performs well in potions class, even Professor Snape cannot unreasonably deduct points in every class.

Harry was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Sure! If you want to learn, I can teach you without any conditions... But why didn't you find Wade? Wade is more proficient than me."

Michael sighed and said, "He's too busy... You know? Sometimes I feel like he has to squeeze out his breathing time from his teeth."

"Yeah... Indeed..."

Harry and Michael looked at each other and suddenly sighed at the same time.

It's not a good experience to have a fighter among the kings of the roll among their companions, but they can't bear to blame Wade for working so hard.

Even someone as slow as Harry can feel that Wade seems to be always being chased by something and is working hard... He is so good, but he still seems to be under a lot of pressure.

-Maybe it's because Voldemort has never really died that Wade feels so threatened?

Harry guessed this, and felt a strange sense of shame in his heart, as if he had not completed his task.

...

"Although I think these things should not be told to you, a child, Dumbledore thinks you have the right to know."

Lupin said to Wade: "The owner of the island is a Muggle businessman named Roger Milton. When our people found him, they found that he had committed suicide for half an hour."

Wade frowned and asked: "Suicide?"

"It seems so. The Aurors of the Ministry of Magic did not find any signs that he was killed." Lupin said.

Wade was silent for a moment and asked: "Remus, do you think the conclusion of the Ministry of Magic is credible?"

Lupin smiled and said: "Maybe some officials of the Ministry of Magic have left a bad impression on you, but there are also powerful wizards among them. Especially the Aurors - incompetent guys are easy to die in such positions - Aurors are elites with excellent grades and outstanding abilities, and Kingsley Shacklebolt is the elite among the elites."

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Wade nodded slightly.

Kingsley Shacklebolt, of course he remembered this name. Although he did not appear much in the original book, he was indeed a smart and capable guy, and later became the Minister of Magic.

"This kind of thing can't be done by a single force, especially a machine that targets wizards." Wade asked: "Have you checked the correspondence of Roger Milton? And his computer, mobile phone and other things?"

"Shacklebolt knows a lot about this. He found an expert among Muggles, who is said to be serving the British Prime Minister. But..."

Lupin said in a heavy tone: "I think you should have guessed that we didn't find anything more valuable."

Not finding is actually a discovery, which is enough to prove that there is a bigger shadow behind this matter.

But this cognition is useless except deepening people's worries and troubles.

Lupin cheered up and said with a smile: "By the way, I haven't thanked you yet - the communication pea is really useful and has provided us with great help. I heard that it will be sold in Diagon Alley tomorrow?"

"Yes, Marchionne is going to make a fortune during Christmas!" Wade said: "The version for sale has deleted many functions, and it is not as complete as the one I gave you. The focus is on strengthening the call function."

"I think it is very good, even more convenient than Muggle mobile phones - at least you don't have to pay for calls, and you won't be disturbed by magic."

Lupin said: "Rest early tonight, I will take you to Diagon Alley tomorrow."

...

Marchionne's advertisement this time was so powerful that everyone who should see it and those who shouldn't see it saw it.

"Communication peas? Magic version of mobile phone?"

Baird flipped through the advertisements in the newspaper and muttered: "Those rubbish from the research institute - the friend account hasn't been figured out yet, and more advanced products have emerged again! But it doesn't mean much to us, that is, you need it - Sera, didn't you hear about this kind of pea when you were in school?"

Abigail said expressionlessly: "No. I'm just his Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, not his Alchemy professor!"

In front of them, a giant golem sat on the ground, yawning lazily and picking his nose, and a pair of small eyes that looked very sinister were furtively looking around.

It looked impatient, but under the command, it still sat obediently, and a wooden stick as tall as a person was placed beside it.

The giant golem exuded a foul smell, which was no different from a real giant, but there was a person next to it who didn't mind sticking to him tightly, as if his nose was out of order.

The man has a blue face and heavy dark circles under his eyes. He is wearing clothes that are randomly matched and full of impactful colors. He circled around the troll doll and kept uttering praises——

"Oh my God! It's so perfect! It's a masterpiece! Look at these muscle lines! Look at these thick arms, look at these flexible little eyes!"

He climbed onto the arm of the troll golem and reached out to pull out the eyes. However, the annoyed troll golem pinched his arm and threw it away, with an angry roar coming from his throat.

With a "click" sound, the man's arm was dislocated.

"ah--"

He screamed, but after being pulled up from the ground, he became even more excited.

"Oh... have you seen it? It still has a temper! Hahaha... I like it more and more!"

He circled around the troll twice, then threw himself next to Abigail, begging: "Please, show me the werewolf and vampire in your hand! This will be very helpful to my research! As long as Just give me one each! Really..."

"No!" Abigail looked down at him and refused mercilessly: "They are not as easy to obey as trolls. You may be torn into pieces."

"Aren't you here?" The man didn't give up and pestered her: "You can order them to be quiet, right?"

"Why don't you understand?" Abigail said coldly: "The reason why these monsters are precious is that they have their own ideas and personalities, and even have great growth potential! They will indeed obey orders, but There is also the possibility of disobedience if you piss them off!”

"Ilari, these are demon dolls made for fighting. They are inherently very aggressive." Baird also persuaded: "They may be safe for most wizards, but your physique Just an ordinary person.”

They have long discovered in their research that even without the use of magic and potions, wizards' physical fitness, cell vitality, recovery speed, etc. are much stronger than ordinary people.

But someone like Ilari, who has basically zero exercise and is only obsessed with alchemy but not studying magic in depth, has lost his innate advantages.

"Okay..." Ilari reluctantly gave up pestering Abigail and said, "But you must bring me that Wade Gray, this research cannot be without him!"

Abigail's eyebrows jumped slightly, but when Baird looked over, her expression returned to normal.

"Can't you copy the finished product?" Baird frowned and asked, "Aren't you that Nick Flamel's disciple?"

"Well, I only studied alchemy with that old man for a few days when I was studying at Beauxbatons. What kind of disciple is that? Murray led Gray hand in hand through the door of alchemy. This is the real disciple."

Ilari said with resentment and jealousy: "And this kind of devil... Huh, I doubt that Nick Flamel can't make it either... What a damn genius..."