Chapter 161 Advanced Uses of the Confusion Spell

Harry and his friends hadn't gotten up yet.

Half an hour later, Kreacher woke Harry up with his creepy smile and a cup of hot tea as usual.

Harry subconsciously touched the pillow beside him, but only felt the pillow that was still warm.

After confirming that Ron had gotten up, he began to dress and persuaded the unhappy Hedwig to go back to the cage.

At this time, Ron rushed into the room, looking very angry.

Harry noticed that his left hand was tightly holding a newspaper.

"Fudge, you idiot!" Ron spread the newspaper rudely, "I knew it would be like this."

[Another prison escape from Azkaban

The Ministry of Magic confirmed today:

Peter Pettigrew, who is considered the most notorious prisoner ever to stay in Azkaban Castle, has escaped from Azkaban.

"We are working hard to recapture Peter," said Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge this morning, "We ask the wizarding community to remain calm."

Some members of the Wizengamot had criticized Fudge for sending Peter to Azkaban - knowing that Dementors were ineffective against Animagus.

Fudge, who is easily angered, said: "Then where should I lock him up? Build another wizard prison so that you can make money?"

"I specially arranged two experienced Aurors to live next to Peter's cell as jailers, and feed him a dose of confusion potion every day."

"Who knew that under such circumstances, he could turn into a mouse and escape from prison."

"He must have evil magic that the rest of us can only dream of! Otherwise, how could he escape from there? I guess that person who can't even mention his name once taught him some tricks!"

"How can I compare with that person, Dumbledore... I have done everything I should do."

"What we should do now is to be careful of mice. Wizard families should not adopt them as pets unless necessary."

"It is best to choose cats and owls that feed on mice."

"I am very worried that the situation of the Weasley family will be repeated in other wizard families."

"Also, we have to protect Harry Potter, and Peter is likely to target him."

The author is very curious about how the Ministry of Magic will proceed to protect him.

But Fudge ended the interview on the grounds of confidentiality. 】

Ron slapped the table hard again.

"What do you mean our situation will happen again in other wizard families!"

"That guy is not stupid, why would he hide in a wizard family again."

"Scabbers, bah! The reason why Peter Pettigrew hid in our house was to avoid being hunted down."

"Not all of Voldemort's supporters ended up in Azkaban. He was afraid that they would get wind of it and know that he was still alive."

"Choosing a wizard family is also to hear new situations all the time. If the old protector, Voldemort, becomes powerful again one day, you can return to him to ensure safety."

"Peter will probably only hide in the sewers now."

"No wizard is willing to go to the sewers and find him among thousands of rats."

"You still talk about Dumbledore, you only know how to pass the buck!"

Harry frowned, "Sirius knows, he--"

Ron nodded, "He looks very wrong, and there is Lupin."

They dragged their luggage downstairs, and saw Sirius and Lupin frowning.

When they appeared, they relaxed a little.

Sirius forced a smile, "Good morning, today Kreacher's tripe pie is very delicious, you must try it."

Lupin stood up, "Your father said he would come to pick you and Harry up for school."

"He's waiting outside now."

"Would you like to come?" Harry heard the implication.

Because Grimmauld Place is very close to King's Cross Station, if it weren't for the turquoise car parked outside, they would even walk to the station with their suitcases.

But no matter which plan, Lupin would go with them.

The muscles on Lupin's face twitched unnaturally, "Because I'm a werewolf."

He looked exhausted now. Although he had a young face, the white hair mixed in his light brown hair was more conspicuous.

The whole person seemed to have lost his support and lost his spirit.

Sirius sighed and stood up in anger. He patted Lupin's shoulder comfortingly, "Let me tell you."

"Fudge thinks that Peter, who escaped from prison, will target Harry."

"So the Ministry of Magic specially arranged a group of guards on the way to the station for Harry."

"Everyone who travels with Harry has been thoroughly investigated, and Remus is no exception."

Harry was a little angry, "So I have to separate from Lupin? What a joke!"

Ron said indignantly: "Yes! Don't think about it, we have lived with Lupin for more than a month! If he had made a move on us, we would have-"

Lupin smiled bitterly, "But Peter has lived in the Weasley family for almost 11 years, and he didn't make a move. He didn't do anything, right? This doesn't prevent him from being a dangerous Death Eater. In the eyes of the people in the Ministry of Magic, as a werewolf, I may be just like Peter, just waiting for an opportunity."

Harry couldn't help but kick the box heavily, and Hedwig in the cage pecked his finger in dissatisfaction.

He wanted to say that he didn't need the Ministry's protection, but looking at the looks of Lupin and Sirius, they both suggested that Harry go to school with the Ministry of Magic.

"Okay! Let's go!" Harry angrily pulled his luggage and walked out of the room with Ron.

There were two cars in the Ministry of Magic, both of which were old dark green cars.

And Mr. Weasley was standing in front of his turquoise Ford Anglia 105E luxury sedan, looking in the mirror.

He hadn't noticed that they had walked out of the house.

"What are you angry about?" Ron was puzzled.

"I'm angry at myself!" Harry's fingertips turned white, "I'm too weak!"

"Bazil is right, only the strong can decide their own destiny."

"For safety, I must accept living under the same roof with the Dursleys."

"For safety, I must stay away from my friends."

"For safety, I don't have the power to make free choices at all!"

Ron's eyes were more puzzled, "But Bazil can't decide not to go to France!"

"He complained in the letter. He didn't want to go to Nick Flamel."

In his eyes, Bazil is a strong man, but a strong man like Bazil is still the same, needing to do things he doesn't want to do.

Harry wanted to argue, but Mr. Weasley on the opposite side had already come up.

Mr. Weasley's tall and thin figure, the Mediterranean Sea revealed in the wind is so eye-catching.

Harry forgot the words immediately.

"Harry, Ron, it's time to go." Mr. Weasley smoothed his hair and covered the exposed scalp the size of a gold galleon.

And enthusiastically took the luggage from Harry's hand.

Together, they strode across a short section of the sidewalk and walked to the second car. After putting the luggage on it, they walked to the first car.

The driver of the first car was a wizard wearing a bright green velvet suit and a cunning look.

"Get in the car, Harry." Mr. Weasley said, looking left and right at the street.

Harry walked to the back of the car, and Ron got in immediately.

Ron looked left and right, "Where are Mom and the others?"

He just looked at the second car, which only had their luggage and the driver.

Mr. Weasley glanced at his son, "Shouldn't you be happy? You know, Molly came back and found you and Harry missing. When she saw the letter you left, she almost overturned the Burrow. She rushed to Sirius."

Ron seemed to choke on his food, "Letter? But this is for Fred and George, they should-"

Mr. Weasley sighed a little, why is his little son so stupid.

"You, of course they put the letter back intact. They don't want to run into Molly who is angry."

"What is this?" Harry exclaimed.

He was originally listening to the conversation between Mr. Weasley and Ron to relieve his worries.

But the way the driver of the Ministry of Magic drove really scared him.

This driver seemed to not know how to drive in the Muggle world.

The car always crashed into the sidewalk, but it didn't hit anything: rows of lamp posts, mailboxes and trash cans jumped to avoid the car when it drove over, and returned to their original positions when it passed.

The car didn't slow down even when there was a traffic jam ahead.

But the amazing thing was that the car could easily pass through the gap that the skinny Kreacher could hardly squeeze through.

This was too amazing.

"Why?" Mr. Weasley also watched the driver's fantastic operations, but he was not surprised. No, it was better to say that he couldn't find the reason why Harry was surprised.

He seemed to be used to all this.

"I mean, how did it get through? The gap was so small." Harry added hurriedly.

Mr. Weasley explained, "This is an advanced use of the Confusion Charm, deceiving reality."

"For example, Hogwarts, although it is a ruin in the eyes of Muggles, there is a sign hanging at the entrance that says; 'Danger, do not enter, unsafe.' But the world is so big, there are always Muggles willing to take risks."

"We can't make the Muggles who are approaching suddenly remember their urgent matters like temporary use of land."

"If the base number is large, it will be too obvious. This requires employees of the Ministry of Magic to modify their memories one by one."

"The workload is too large."

"And the Leaky Cauldron, why did Muggles often accidentally break in in the past, but there are almost no such cases now."

"This is all for one reason."

"Objects or buildings that are subject to this Confusion Charm do not exist relative to reality."

"Only creatures with magical powers can touch and reach them."

"We are here."

They arrived at King's Cross Station, and there were still twenty minutes before the train arrived.

The driver of the Ministry of Magic helped them find the luggage cart and unloaded their boxes.

He put his hand on the brim of his hat and touched it to Mr. Weasley, and then drove away.

With the help of the Confusion Charm, the car jumped to the front of the line of cars that were blocked by the red light and motionless.

Mr. Weasley followed Harry closely before entering the station.

"Now," he looked around at the students, "so many people, Harry is with me."

Ron looked at the sparse crowd around him and didn't know what to say.

He saw his old father directly abandon him and push Harry's luggage cart to the railing between platforms 9 and 10, seeming to be very interested in the Intercity 125 train that had just arrived at platform 9.

"Follow me." Mr. Weasley said.

He looked at Harry meaningfully and leaned on the railing casually.

Harry also imitated him.

After a while, they passed through the iron railing and fell to platform 9 from the side.

Ron was left standing there.

He gritted his teeth and rushed forward.

After passing through the railing, Ron quickly ran to Harry's side.

Harry didn't look back. Relying on tacit understanding, he sensed Ron's arrival.

Complained to Ron: "Mr. Weasley helped us put our luggage. There are so many cats."

Ron knew that Harry disliked cats, just as Harry disliked cabbage.

Harry had told him that every time it was Dudley's birthday, Harry would be left behind with Mrs. Figg, a crazy old woman who lived two streets away from the Dursleys.

Where Mrs. Figg lives, the house smells like cabbage and she has a lot of cats.

Harry complained so much that Ron could even pronounce a few of the cats' names: Kicks, Cher, Mr. Paws, and Fluffy.

Now, almost everyone has a cat in their hands.

They all seemed to believe Fudge's statement in the Daily Prophet.

Ron was a little unbelievable, "How could they be so stupid? When Peter was Scabbers, he had never attracted the attention of a cat."

"According to Bajir, it's because there is a contract between the pet and the wizard. The wizard's pet will not prey on animals with the same status as it."

"Even that's within its hunting range."

"Let alone a wizard."

"Wait a minute," Ron's expression suddenly turned foul, "Scabbers is a wizard."

Harry turned his head, his face full of confusion, "Yes, didn't you already know that, and you were sickened by it all summer long?"

Ron repeated: "Scabbers is a wizard, not a mouse."

"So, I can't actually enjoy the benefits of using rats as contract pets!"

He touched his chin and belly in horror, "I finally know where all this fat came from!"

Harry was speechless.

But suddenly, he saw a group of reds.

"I suggest you get in the car quickly."

"If Mrs. Weasley blocks her—"

Ron wasn't listening to what Harry was saying.