The Shopkeeper of All Worlds in the British Wizarding World

Chapter 383 Good Evening, Harry
At quarter past eight in the evening, Ryan and Hermione's taxi arrived at Little Whinging.Originally, they should have arrived half an hour ago, but it was a pity that they encountered the usual traffic jams in big cities.

"We just need to go back before 10:30 in the evening. Fortunately, you told Mrs. Weasley that there is a small night fair. Ask her to allow us to stay outside for a while." Walking on the sidewalk, Hermione said to Ryan.

"Actually, there is a trade fair, but I have already bought all the things I want. The only difference is that buying during the day will cost two to three Galleons more than buying at night. But in exchange for a few Galleons I think the opportunity to visit friends is quite worthwhile." Ryan said relaxedly.

In view of the traces on the wand, Ryan and the others put the wand away together.However, the rings in their hands did not affect their spellcasting ability much, and Ryan also brought an extra wand that was seized from Knockdown Alley last time.

"Let me see where Harry is." Ryan sprinkled a handful of golden powder after reaching the intersection of Privet Drive, and then explained to Hermione next to him. "This is a kind of person-finding spell I found in the library. It's very useful." According to the traces, it could be seen that Harry was not at home, so the two chased out in the direction indicated by the magic.

"Why is Harry here?" Seven or eight minutes later, two people appeared outside a playground with locked gates.From the road sign just now, it can be seen that this is Mulanhua Crescent Street, Mulan Road.And the location of the magic indicator Harry is in this playground.Seeing the locked door, Hermione said something strange.

"I'm in a bad mood and want to be alone, just like you hid in the women's bathroom after you got angry in the first grade, uh—" Before Ryan could finish speaking, Hermione pinched her on the arm and said the following words blocked back.The next two people climbed over the wall cleanly and landed in the playground. The playground is not big, and they found their goal very quickly.

"He's there." Ryan saw Harry's position just after walking a few steps. After all, the playground is closed now, and there are not many people in it.Although the light is dim, you can still see the boy with disheveled hair and round glasses sitting on the swing, one of his arms is holding an iron chain, looking at the ground with melancholy eyes, shaking slowly every now and then .

"As I guessed, this bad life made his scar seem to hurt more often." Hermione said watching Harry subconsciously reach out to rub the scar on his forehead from time to time.

"Let's go there." Ryan pulled Hermione towards the swing, while deliberately making a tapping sound on the gravel road.Hearing such a voice, Harry quickly raised his head, and then showed a surprised expression.

"Ryan, Hermione, why are you here?" Harry's whole body was filled with a kind of warm joy. He didn't expect that a friend would come to see him after he was isolated from the world for a month. The Honeydukes as a birthday gift for a creature is a little guilty.

"Good evening, Harry. We've always wanted to come here, but it's been hard to find the opportunity these two days. Ryan has shown his role as an alchemist, so members of the Order of the Phoenix canceled his access control on minors. We The two just sneaked out to see you under the pretext of buying alchemy materials. Ron and Ginny also want to come, but unfortunately they don't have enough excuses, so they can't go out now."

"What do you mean by the Order of the Phoenix?" Harry looked confused. "This is a secret society," Hermione said hastily. "Dumbledore is in charge and he founded it. It was the last time I worked with the mysterious man." Some people who fought. Now the two of us live in the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, but because of the magic of secrecy, we cannot tell you the specific situation of the headquarters."

"It sounds like you're also quite busy." It may be that he found that his friends did not forget him but tried to find ways to see him, so Harry felt that the breath he had held for more than a month had almost dissipated, and his tone was relatively calm.But he still wanted to ask about one thing he had always cared about. "Then why was I trapped in the Dursleys' house for a whole month without receiving any news? Obviously I was a witness to those things, but it seemed to be isolated. You know, I spent four weeks picking The papers, just to find out what's going on—"

Harry became more and more excited as he spoke, and Hermione wanted to persuade him, but seemed a little at a loss.Seeing this situation, Ryan stepped forward and interrupted Harry's chatter. "I think Dumbledore quarantined you for your own reasons."

"What?" Harry froze there for a moment, looking at Ryan with disbelief. "Because of me? Is there something wrong with me?"

"Your biggest problem is that you have a soul connection with the mysterious person. Last semester, you even said that you could see what the mysterious person was doing." Ryan said seriously.

"What's wrong with that?" Harry asked puzzled. "At this time, Principal Dumbledore should need me more. Maybe I can help him expose the conspiracy of the mysterious man."

"But you know, Harry," Hermione added at this point. "In the magical world, the soul connection between two people is very mysterious. And the initiative of this connection is often in the hands of the stronger party. With all due respect, I don't think your power is as strong as the mysterious person."

"I'm not that arrogant yet." Harry muttered softly. "So you're saying that Headmaster Dumbledore blocked my sources because he feared Voldemort could see what the Order of the Phoenix was doing through my eyes?"

Ryan and Hermione nodded at the same time, and Harry looked a little downcast. "Well, I can understand." Then he looked up at Ryan and they asked angrily. "If I had known, I would have asked for self-isolation. But why wouldn't Dumbledore tell me all this?"

"We don't know much about this." Ryan shrugged. "I guess Dumbledore might want to take on everything by himself, so he doesn't want you to know too many such bad things. Old people always look like this when they face their younger generations, regardless of the children's choices. They arranged everything. We just didn't think it was the right thing to do, so we came to see you."

"Well, it's very possible to follow Dumbledore's habit." Harry relieved a knot in his heart.In the next ten minutes, he started chatting with Ryan and Hermione.Mainly asked what the two of them were doing recently, and expressed envy for such a life.

Until someone else's voice from outside interrupted their chat, Harry could see a group of figures passing through the playground by the light of the street lamp, one of them was humming a vulgar song loudly, and the others were laughing. laugh.There was also a slight tinkling sound, which was the sound of several expensive racing cars they were pushing.

Harry knew who those people were.The first one was undoubtedly his cousin Dudley Dursley, who was walking towards the house accompanied by his gang of cronies, which meant that it was almost nine o'clock.

"Okay, I think you should leave too." Harry looked at Ryan and Hermione and said, "Central London is a long way from here, and it won't be so convenient for you to go back later. I should go back too gone."

(End of this chapter)