Chapter 585 Pretending to Know Nothing
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Arthur does have a performance in Vernon and Penny,
But that's because of all the movement around him.
Eric also made the same move.
The two fathers knew that the Dursleys didn't really accept Harry, and even more knew their prejudice against magic.
There is still a lot of time, and changing concepts cannot be done in a short while.
The most important thing now is to beware of the possible appearance of Sirius.
Not long after the sumptuous family buffet started, the doorbell of the Dursleys rang again.
Dudley put down the bone that had been gnawed until there was only a little bit of meat left, and habitually wiped his hands before going to open the door.
It's a hunchbacked old man I don't know.
The Waynes squinted at him.
An old suit that was almost faded after washing, and a walking stick that didn't show any traces of use.
"Ahem——" Arthur coughed and shook his head at them.
It seems that they know each other, but they don't know which department they belong to.
"Good evening." The old man gently stroked Dudley's forehead,
"Son, I want to ask, where is No. 7 Privet Drive going?"
"The red over there—"
"What's wrong?" Arthur got up and walked over like a master.
He stood in front of the old man, "Son, is this gentleman lost?
Leave it to me, and I'll send him back safely. "
The door was closed with a bang.
Depressed, Dudley went back to chewing on the bones.
Overall, it is a pass, but it looks a bit far-fetched.
……
……
In the red house at number 7.
After Arthur, who was helping the old man, came in, he stopped pretending.
"Director Scrimgeour is upstairs, and he wants to see you." The old man stood up straight, the wrinkles on his face disappeared little by little.
He is Kingsley Shacklebolt, the Auror who personally escorted Quirrell into Azkaban.
Arthur shook his head cryptically, it seemed that it was not as simple as knowing each other.
Kingsley stood at the stairs, watching him walk up the stairs slowly.
The house was in a good position, with a clear view of the Dursleys' gate.
Sirius obviously wouldn't go the right way, so just in case, Scrimgeour came up with a way.
Arthur tightened the glass bead in his palm, "Is this a black magic detector?"
"The minimum effective range is 10 feet, but it will also be interfered by specific magic."
There are no light effects and sound effects, and if an abnormality is found, it will not rotate but vibrate.
It is much better than the looking glass, and it is a detector specially used for hunting.
Scrimgeour produced another identical glass bead, "They are matched.
If an abnormality is found, we will know as soon as possible. "
He paused, "Arthur, I suspect that Black has acquired a wand."
Arthur was not too surprised, "How should I cooperate with you?"
"Pretend you don't know anything, even though the detector is shaking like it's about to burst."
"What does Minister Fudge mean?"
"Don't disturb Black, we will follow him quietly."
Can understand and accept.
All actions of the Ministry of Magic need to be carried out without exposing the magic world, and any risky possibility should be eliminated first.
It wouldn't spoil the first birthday party Harry's family had thrown for him in 13 years, and Arthur had nothing against it. …. Scrimgeour watched him put the detector away, "Arthur, the safety inside can only be taken care of by you."
"My family is here, and I will stop Black if I do my best." Arthur turned and left.
Re-entering the Dursley's house, Eric came over with two glasses of low-alcohol sparkling wine.
"Stealth?"
"Yes."
The two fathers sat down.
Harry was choosing food at the buffet table not far in front of him.
Next to him was Ron, and Vincent was nearby with Bill and Charlie.
"Buzzing—" the detector vibrated weakly.
Arthur looked around calmly.
There is nothing special in the house, as expected, a specific interference magic was cast remotely.
There is a huge difference in the dangers of Sirius with and without a wand.
Destroyed half a street corner, killed Peter Pettigrew and 12 innocent Muggles, and was the first prison escapee from Azkaban.
Once he went crazy, it was possible to blow up the entire Dursleys' house.
Eric seemed to see something, "I suddenly feel very hungry.
Arthur, do you want to come together? "
"Okay, the old man just now looked so light, and it took a lot of effort to support him."
With every step closer to the buffet table, the detector vibrated harder.
After the two fathers took the food, they talked and laughed and sat on the sofa on the right side of Harry.
Ron was sitting on his left gnawing on a big chicken leg, and facing him were the three of Vincent who were also chatting.
Similar to Scrimgeour's description, the detector vibrated as if it was about to burst.
Arthur showed no abnormalities, and was still chatting with Eric about SAS.
The predecessor of the Special Air Service Regiment was the Army volunteers who performed missions behind enemy lines on the North African front in World War II.
The number of people is small and the style is low-key.
Accuracy and efficiency are synonymous with them.
"I heard that Muggle technology has developed to a very remarkable level. I really want to see it soon."
"After school starts, our family has a lot of equipment that can be made public."
The outside is already shrinking, just be patient inside the house.
When the three of Vincent saw the two fathers pretending nothing happened, the conversation became much easier.
"Keitelburn is a frequent visitor to the Dragon Sanctuary, and an old colleague of mine said he couldn't get off the back of a Hungarian Horntail once when he was young."
Charlie took a sip of sparkling wine very sadly, "In the end he fell down very badly.
Even more unfortunately, he was stepped on and broke a leg. "
"Hiss—" Vincent also took a sip of sparkling wine to suppress his shock.
Adult dragons generally weigh between two and four tons, and the Hungarian Horntail is the most dangerous of them all.
The whole body is covered with thick black scales, the head has bronze-like horns, and the tail is full of bronze-colored spikes.
Kettleburn is still alive, and he should really thank the staff at that time.
Arthur smiled and sighed: "He lost an arm and a leg when I went to school, and he always brought some particularly dangerous magical creatures with him when he was teaching."
For such a professor to retire, it is a good thing for Hogwarts students.
Vincent noticed the look of anticipation on Harry's and Ron's faces.
Hagrid must have kept quiet about his new Care of Fantastic Creatures professor, or they wouldn't be what they were now.
How about raising acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest when I was in school?
So what if you get a three-headed dog to guard the Philosopher's Stone?
After becoming a professor in the new semester, I am afraid that the magical biodiversity of the Forbidden Forest will become more and more abundant.
……
……
.
Qingmo Daxian reminds you: remember to collect after reading
But that's because of all the movement around him.
Eric also made the same move.
The two fathers knew that the Dursleys didn't really accept Harry, and even more knew their prejudice against magic.
There is still a lot of time, and changing concepts cannot be done in a short while.
The most important thing now is to beware of the possible appearance of Sirius.
Not long after the sumptuous family buffet started, the doorbell of the Dursleys rang again.
Dudley put down the bone that had been gnawed until there was only a little bit of meat left, and habitually wiped his hands before going to open the door.
It's a hunchbacked old man I don't know.
The Waynes squinted at him.
An old suit that was almost faded after washing, and a walking stick that didn't show any traces of use.
"Ahem——" Arthur coughed and shook his head at them.
It seems that they know each other, but they don't know which department they belong to.
"Good evening." The old man gently stroked Dudley's forehead,
"Son, I want to ask, where is No. 7 Privet Drive going?"
"The red over there—"
"What's wrong?" Arthur got up and walked over like a master.
He stood in front of the old man, "Son, is this gentleman lost?
Leave it to me, and I'll send him back safely. "
The door was closed with a bang.
Depressed, Dudley went back to chewing on the bones.
Overall, it is a pass, but it looks a bit far-fetched.
……
……
In the red house at number 7.
After Arthur, who was helping the old man, came in, he stopped pretending.
"Director Scrimgeour is upstairs, and he wants to see you." The old man stood up straight, the wrinkles on his face disappeared little by little.
He is Kingsley Shacklebolt, the Auror who personally escorted Quirrell into Azkaban.
Arthur shook his head cryptically, it seemed that it was not as simple as knowing each other.
Kingsley stood at the stairs, watching him walk up the stairs slowly.
The house was in a good position, with a clear view of the Dursleys' gate.
Sirius obviously wouldn't go the right way, so just in case, Scrimgeour came up with a way.
Arthur tightened the glass bead in his palm, "Is this a black magic detector?"
"The minimum effective range is 10 feet, but it will also be interfered by specific magic."
There are no light effects and sound effects, and if an abnormality is found, it will not rotate but vibrate.
It is much better than the looking glass, and it is a detector specially used for hunting.
Scrimgeour produced another identical glass bead, "They are matched.
If an abnormality is found, we will know as soon as possible. "
He paused, "Arthur, I suspect that Black has acquired a wand."
Arthur was not too surprised, "How should I cooperate with you?"
"Pretend you don't know anything, even though the detector is shaking like it's about to burst."
"What does Minister Fudge mean?"
"Don't disturb Black, we will follow him quietly."
Can understand and accept.
All actions of the Ministry of Magic need to be carried out without exposing the magic world, and any risky possibility should be eliminated first.
It wouldn't spoil the first birthday party Harry's family had thrown for him in 13 years, and Arthur had nothing against it. …. Scrimgeour watched him put the detector away, "Arthur, the safety inside can only be taken care of by you."
"My family is here, and I will stop Black if I do my best." Arthur turned and left.
Re-entering the Dursley's house, Eric came over with two glasses of low-alcohol sparkling wine.
"Stealth?"
"Yes."
The two fathers sat down.
Harry was choosing food at the buffet table not far in front of him.
Next to him was Ron, and Vincent was nearby with Bill and Charlie.
"Buzzing—" the detector vibrated weakly.
Arthur looked around calmly.
There is nothing special in the house, as expected, a specific interference magic was cast remotely.
There is a huge difference in the dangers of Sirius with and without a wand.
Destroyed half a street corner, killed Peter Pettigrew and 12 innocent Muggles, and was the first prison escapee from Azkaban.
Once he went crazy, it was possible to blow up the entire Dursleys' house.
Eric seemed to see something, "I suddenly feel very hungry.
Arthur, do you want to come together? "
"Okay, the old man just now looked so light, and it took a lot of effort to support him."
With every step closer to the buffet table, the detector vibrated harder.
After the two fathers took the food, they talked and laughed and sat on the sofa on the right side of Harry.
Ron was sitting on his left gnawing on a big chicken leg, and facing him were the three of Vincent who were also chatting.
Similar to Scrimgeour's description, the detector vibrated as if it was about to burst.
Arthur showed no abnormalities, and was still chatting with Eric about SAS.
The predecessor of the Special Air Service Regiment was the Army volunteers who performed missions behind enemy lines on the North African front in World War II.
The number of people is small and the style is low-key.
Accuracy and efficiency are synonymous with them.
"I heard that Muggle technology has developed to a very remarkable level. I really want to see it soon."
"After school starts, our family has a lot of equipment that can be made public."
The outside is already shrinking, just be patient inside the house.
When the three of Vincent saw the two fathers pretending nothing happened, the conversation became much easier.
"Keitelburn is a frequent visitor to the Dragon Sanctuary, and an old colleague of mine said he couldn't get off the back of a Hungarian Horntail once when he was young."
Charlie took a sip of sparkling wine very sadly, "In the end he fell down very badly.
Even more unfortunately, he was stepped on and broke a leg. "
"Hiss—" Vincent also took a sip of sparkling wine to suppress his shock.
Adult dragons generally weigh between two and four tons, and the Hungarian Horntail is the most dangerous of them all.
The whole body is covered with thick black scales, the head has bronze-like horns, and the tail is full of bronze-colored spikes.
Kettleburn is still alive, and he should really thank the staff at that time.
Arthur smiled and sighed: "He lost an arm and a leg when I went to school, and he always brought some particularly dangerous magical creatures with him when he was teaching."
For such a professor to retire, it is a good thing for Hogwarts students.
Vincent noticed the look of anticipation on Harry's and Ron's faces.
Hagrid must have kept quiet about his new Care of Fantastic Creatures professor, or they wouldn't be what they were now.
How about raising acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest when I was in school?
So what if you get a three-headed dog to guard the Philosopher's Stone?
After becoming a professor in the new semester, I am afraid that the magical biodiversity of the Forbidden Forest will become more and more abundant.
……
……
.
Qingmo Daxian reminds you: remember to collect after reading
