People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning..

Chapter 161: Advanced Use of the Confusion Spell

Chapter 161: Advanced Use of the Confusion Spell
Harry and the others 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 side, only to feel a pillow that was still warm.

After making sure Ron was up he began to dress and convince an unhappy Hedwig to go back to her cage.

At this moment, Ron rushed into the room, looking very annoyed.

Harry noticed his left hand, which was tightly holding a newspaper.

"Fudge, you idiot!" Ron spread out the newspaper roughly. "I knew it would happen."

Someone escaped from Azkaban again

The Ministry of Magic confirmed today:
Peter Pettigrew, considered the most notorious prisoner ever to have been held in Azkaban Castle, escaped.

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

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

"Where should I keep him then? Building another wizard prison so you can make money?" said the easily irritated Fudge.

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

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

"He must have some wicked tricks that the rest of us can only dream of! How else could he have gotten out of there? I suppose He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named taught him some of these tricks!"

"How can I compare to that man, Dumbledore? I have done everything I should do."

"What we should do now is to be careful with mice. Wizarding 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 what happened to the Weasleys will happen to other wizarding families."

"Also, we have to protect Harry Potter. Peter will most likely target him."

The author is very curious about how the Ministry of Magic will go about protecting it.

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

Ron slammed the table again.

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

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

"Scabby, ugh! 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 they would get wind of him and know he was still alive."

"The reason for choosing a wizard family is to hear new developments all the time. If Voldemort, our old protector, becomes powerful again someday, we can return to him to ensure safety."

"Peter would probably just hide in the sewers now."

"No wizard wants to go down into the sewers and find him among thousands of rats."

"You're still talking about Dumbledore, you just know how to pass on the blame!"

Harry frowned. "Sirius knows, he -"

Ron nodded, "He looks very wrong, and so does Lupin."

They pulled their luggage downstairs and saw Sirius and Lupin frowning.

Only when he saw them appear did he relax a little.

Sirius forced a smile, "Good morning, the tripe pie that Kreacher made today 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."

"Will you come together?" Harry heard the implication.

Since Grimmauld Place was very close to King's Cross Station, they would have even planned to walk to the station dragging their suitcases if it weren't for the turquoise car parked outside.

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

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

He looked tired now, and although his face was youthful, the white hair mixed in with his light brown hair was more noticeable.

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

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

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

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

"Everyone Harry travels with is 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 you think about it? We have lived with Lupin for more than a month! If he had attacked us, we would have already -"

Lupin smiled bitterly. "But Peter has lived in the Weasley family for almost 11 years, and he hasn't taken any action either. He hasn't done 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 hard, 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 in Lupin and Sirius' eyes, they both suggested that Harry go to school with the Ministry's people.

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

There are two cars in the Ministry of Magic, both of which are old-fashioned dark green cars.

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

They hadn't been noticed to have walked out of the house yet.

"What are you angry about?" Ron asked, puzzled.

"I'm angry at myself!" Harry's fingertips turned white. "I'm so weak!"

"Bajir is right. Only the strong can decide their own destiny."

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

"I have to stay away from my friends for safety."

"For safety's sake, I don't have the power to make my own decisions!"

Ron's eyes were filled with even more confusion. "But Basil can't decide not to go to France!"

"He complained in his letter. He didn't want to go to Nico Flamel."

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

Harry wanted to argue, but Mr. Weasley on the other side had already come forward.

Mr. Weasley's tall and thin figure was so eye-catching against the Mediterranean sea revealed by the wind.

Harry immediately forgot the words.

"Harry, Ron, it's time to go." Mr. Weasley smoothed a handful of 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 the short sidewalk toward the second car, put their luggage on it, and then walked back to the first car.

The first car was driven by a cunning-looking wizard in a bright green velvet suit.

"Get in, Harry," said Mr. Weasley, looking up and down the street.

Harry walked to the back of the car and Ron followed shortly after.

Ron looked around, "Where are Mom and the others?"

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

Mr. Weasley glanced at his son. "Shouldn't you be happy? You know, when Molly came back and found you and Harry missing, she almost turned the Burrow over when she saw the letter you left behind. She rushed to Sirius." Ron choked as if he was eating. "Letter? But this is for Fred and George, they should--"

Mr. Weasley sighed, wondering how his youngest son could be so stupid.

"Well, of course they put the letter back unopened. They didn't want to run into Molly who was angry."

"What is this?" Harry exclaimed.

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

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

The driver didn't seem to know how to drive in the Muggle world.

The car was always ramming the sidewalk, but it never hit anything: rows of lampposts, mailboxes and trash cans all jumped out of the way when the car approached, and returned to their original positions when it passed.

There was a traffic jam ahead and I didn't slow down.

But the amazing thing is that this car can easily pass through the gap that even the skinny Kreacher can hardly squeeze through.

This is so amazing.

"What?" Mr. Weasley was also watching the driver's magical operations, but he was not surprised. No, it would be more accurate to say that he could not find the reason why Harry was surprised.

He seemed to be used to all this.

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

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 saying; 'Danger, Do Not Enter, Unsafe.' But the world is so big, there are always Muggles willing to take risks."

"We can't use the land temporarily, which would suddenly remind nearby Muggles of their urgent matters."

"If the base number is large, it will be too obvious. This requires the Ministry of Magic staff to do one-on-one work to modify the memory."

“It’s just too much work.”

"And the Leaky Cauldron. Why is it that in the past, Muggles often broke in accidentally, but now there are almost no such cases?"

“It’s all for one reason.”

"Objects or buildings that are affected by this confusion spell no longer exist relative to reality."

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

"Here we are."

They arrived at King's Cross Station, twenty minutes before the train arrived.

The Ministry's driver helped them find a luggage cart and unloaded their boxes.

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

Relying on the car blessed by the Confusion Spell, it jumped to the front of the line of cars that were blocked by red lights and were motionless.

Mr. Weasley followed Harry closely until they entered the station.

"Now," he looked around at the students, "there are so many of us, and Harry is with me."

Ron looked at the sparse crowd around him, not knowing what to say.

He saw his old father simply abandon him and push Harry's luggage cart towards the railing separating platforms 9 and 10, and seemed very interested in the Intercity Train No. 9 that had just arrived at Platform 125.

"Follow my lead," said Mr. Weasley.

He gave Harry a meaningful look and leaned casually against the railing.

Harry followed his example.

After a while, they passed through the iron railings and fell onto Platform 9 from the side.

Only Ron was left standing there.

He gritted his teeth and rushed forward.

After passing the railing, Ron hurried to Harry's side.

Harry didn't even turn his head, but he sensed Ron's arrival by tacit understanding.

Complained to Ron: "Mr. Weasley has gone to help us put away our luggage. Ugh, so many cats."

Ron knew that Harry disliked cats, just as Harry also hated cabbages.

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

Mrs. Figg's house smells like cabbage and she has a lot of cats.

Harry complained so many times that Ron could even pronounce the names of a few of the cats: Kick, Cher, Mr. Paw, and Fluffy.

And right now, almost everyone has a cat.

They all seemed to believe what Fudge said in the Daily Prophet.

Ron was a little bit incredulous. "How can they be so stupid? When Peter was still Scabbers, he never attracted the attention of cats."

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

"Even if that's within its hunting range."

"Not to mention wizards."

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

Harry turned his head, looking puzzled, "Yeah, didn't you know that a long time ago? You even felt sick about it for the entire summer."

Ron repeated, "Scabbers is a wizard, not a rat."

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

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

Harry was speechless.

But suddenly, he saw a group of red.

"I suggest you get in the car right away."

"If Mrs. Weasley gets in our way—"

Ron wasn't listening to what Harry was saying.