Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

"Are you telling the truth?!"

The last day before summer vacation, outside the train about to depart.

Harry, who was carrying large and small boxes and had a little dust on his glasses due to carelessness, shouted in surprise with a rare loud voice.

This sudden voice attracted many strange looks - from the little wizards who were saying goodbye to their foreign friends.

But after seeing Dumbledore, they all turned their heads as usual and went about their own business.

As time goes by, more and more people discover the other side of their highly respected principal.

"...Professor, can I really leave Privet Drive and live with Sirius?" Harry obviously realized what had happened to him and lowered his voice, "I don't have to stay with the Dursleys anymore?"

"I think so, Harry, Sirius arrived at King's Cross Station early this morning."

Dumbledore looked at him with a smile, stroked his white beard, took out a one-page letter of authorization and handed it over.

When Harry took it in his hand, the first thing that caught his eye was the name of Vernon Dursley, and even the name of his aunt Petunia.

Dumbledore said softly, "Fortunately, everything went smoothly, and we completed all the procedures before the summer vacation. I think this is all thanks to Lin En. He is much better than me at dealing with Muggles, especially those who are not easy to get along with."

Harry did not seem to hear clearly what Dumbledore said next. His head was dizzy and he could not even remember how he got on the train or how he entered the compartment that Ron and Hermione had reserved in advance.

It was not until he was sitting among his friends, disturbed by the "hissing" sound of Fred and George's magic fireworks, and watching the scenery outside the window receding, that he barely digested this sudden surprise.

To be honest, it was a great pleasure to be able to get away from the Dursley family, which brought him so many dark memories.

He shared his joy with Hermione and the Weasley brothers, and they reveled in the last few hours when they were allowed to use magic without worrying about the constraints of Trace and their families.

Even the always serious Hermione was no exception. She put down her book and happily joined in.

It was not until the cityscape of London came into view that Harry suddenly remembered the conversation between him and Dumbledore a few days ago.

He opened the schoolbag that he always carried with him, fumbled around for a while, and pulled out an old book that was simple but very clean.

On it, the Gryffindor lion emblem was dazzling red.

"Now I have a whole summer vacation..." He whispered to himself amid the exploding small fireworks, then stuffed this thing, which was very important in every sense, back into his bag, pulled out his wand and released clusters of brilliant sparks.

Soon, he saw those familiar figures in the stands, whom he had met not long ago.

The Weasleys, Black, and Lupin.

The summer vacation of the fourth grade has begun, and he will have a new home and a real vacation.

And... he suddenly thought of something and turned to look at Ginny beside him - she had just come over from her good friend's side, and it seemed that she was having more fun than them, with a rosy face, very cute.

"If I remember correctly, Percy and Penelope are planning to do so in August this year—"

"You remembered it right, it just doesn't seem real, right?" Ginny laughed wildly, her eyes full of teasing, "Bill and Charlie haven't even gotten married yet, and he's really quick, not slower than dad and mom at all - by the way, mom seems very happy."

"Mother is always pleased with things like this," said Fred lazily.

George also put away the last of his magic tricks and echoed, "Especially when it happens to Percy."

The two brothers looked at each other and laughed maliciously.

It seems that they have some special arrangements and plans before this wedding.

But they didn't notice that Ron, who was rarely low-key, had seen all of this and secretly glanced at his family outside the train.

This summer vacation might be very interesting.

The Hogwarts train spewed out white smoke and slowly stopped at the platform. Crowded crowds began to converge and voices were heard.

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Late afternoon on the banks of the Thames.

The streets were filled with heat under the sun.

It was a rare high temperature of over 30 degrees here in early July. Many tourists took refuge in the cafes on both sides of the street or in those historical sites and attractions to temporarily avoid the heat of midsummer. However, some people were not afraid of the heat and traveled through the most distinctive areas of London along the hiking routes.

Among the crowd coming and going, the figures of Doris, Cedric and Fleur did not look so conspicuous - especially under the protection of the Confusion Spell. Everyone thought they were just a few young backpackers, no different from the people around them.

They had left King's Cross Station together not long ago and had just had lunch at a restaurant along the river. At this moment, they were passing under the Tower Bridge of London. The Violet Tower in the distance had appeared in their sight, and it was very eye-catching.

Fleur, who had never been to London before, looked around with great interest. She was unusually not as picky as she was in Hogwarts, although she was not very satisfied with the lunch she had had.

After all, her focus today was not on oral pleasure.

"Don't you feel bad that you can't spend the holidays with your girlfriend?" She teased Cedric beside her in a cynical tone.

"It's not like I can't go out. It's no big deal." Cedric said seriously, "And she can come over. The professor probably won't refuse to let her participate in it. It's just that it's vacation after all. We should still combine work and rest."

"Tsk...boring!" Furong felt bored after hitting a snag.

Just as I was about to turn around, I heard Doris's lazy voice from the other side.

"You must be saying this because you want to bring your sister here to play, right?" Doris's eyes were more playful, "Or..."

She deliberately prolonged her tone but did not finish her words. She just smiled and quickened her pace.

Furong felt the danger of being attacked from both sides, so she quickly kept silent and followed.

In front of them were the Muggle guards, and inside there were two wizards specially sent by the Ministry of Magic, as well as surveillance equipment everywhere.

After they reported their names, they did not encounter any difficulties and entered the tower smoothly, with a special person responsible for guiding them.

But before he reached the stairs, he could hear the heated debate that broke out not far away - mixed with various languages ​​and a long list of difficult professional terms.

The middle-aged witch who was in charge of guiding them smiled bitterly and whispered, "This is a seminar on dream research. They are quite polite. The meeting in the auditorium in the morning was really lively, especially those Egyptians and fairies..."

"It's called a seminar, but it sounds more like a grocery store." Furong smiled proudly, "But this may not be a bad thing. Sometimes arguments can bring more inspiration, even if it doesn't look very decent."

"President Eric also said that we should encourage arguments as long as they are kept within a reasonable range." The middle-aged witch said softly, "The president is not here recently, but the secretariat has arranged your study room and living room. Please follow me. It's very quiet there. If you want to sit in on or participate in these seminars, you need to apply in advance on the third floor, and someone will be responsible for reviewing and approving them."

"I'm afraid we don't have the luxury of doing so right now, but thank you for your introduction, Ms. Sally. We will seriously consider participating when we have time in the future."

Doris smiled and looked around with interest, then went upstairs. The noise of the quarrel in the hall gradually faded behind her.

A professor on vacation, a student who has not yet graduated, and a graduate who has a job but does not have to rush to report, these three people have the three most enviable identities during the summer vacation.

It is called transcription, but in fact the opportunity to learn should not be wasted.

She is looking forward to the next month or two of life and research.

The hot summer has just begun, just like a youthful chapter of life.

Chapter 663 The Great Battle

Ever since moving out of the Dursleys' house on Privet Drive and into the Black family's old house, Harry had felt refreshed and everything looked pleasing to the eye, including the abusive portrait.

In fact, to be fair, this old house with a long history and which had not been repaired for many years was not suitable for living, especially when only Sirius and Harry lived there.

With the house-elf Kreacher being taken away by Regulus, the huge mansion became somewhat deserted and gloomy, and there was no routine cleaning, so the two of them had to do it themselves.

But Harry still felt very comfortable. After all, he also had to clean at the Dursleys' house when he was a child. Coming here was not that complicated, and his mentality was completely different.

His good mood reached its peak after he received special permission from the Ministry of Magic to use magic.

He no longer had to hide from his Muggle relatives to complete his school summer homework, and he could practice magic freely. He also had a godfather who was proficient in spells and transfiguration to guide him. He had never felt so comfortable since he entered the magical world.

Perhaps the only thing that bothered him a little was the notes that Dumbledore asked him to copy.

For a fifth-year wizard who has not yet completed his OWLs exams, Godric Gryffindor's magical knowledge is certainly a huge treasure trove, but it also puts him in a dilemma of having nowhere to start.

Even though he could understand every word and every sentence, these records with profound meanings were still difficult for him to comprehend - this was based on the fact that he could feel that these magics were highly compatible with his own. Otherwise, he would have no idea where to start.

Even his godfather Sirius Black was of no help. He could only rely on himself, memorizing everything without thinking, and then using his practical talent that far exceeded that of ordinary people to understand it bit by bit.

Fortunately, this kind of closed-door life did not last long. In late July, an invitation from the Burrow brought him to his smart friends.

Until the wedding in August, he and Hermione could live at the Weasleys', enjoy the lively holidays, and study the obscure manuscripts together.

By the way, the older bachelor and unemployed vagrant Blake was left alone at home to fend for himself.

As to whether a certain old man with a crooked nose and white beard played a positive role in this process.

All we can say is that we don’t know.

At least since the summer vacation, even Vice Principal McGonagall hasn't seen him in the past half month.

Disappearing with him were the endless attacks.

Ever since an attack on a Muggle research institute of unknown purpose in Ohio, USA on July 5, the "Nightmare Wizard" and his minions seemed to have entered a summer vacation rest mode and have been silent for more than half a month.

A rare peace and tranquility in the world - probably.

......

Also enjoying the break was Boyce, who got his seven NEWTs anyway.

For him at that moment, getting these seven certificates was already a result of exceeding his level.

Although she is not as versatile as Doris and Percy, she is still better than the others.

Regardless of what others think, he is quite content. He spends his days either writing letters to Doris and chatting with her or hanging out with his friends. He is full of the carefreeness of a graduate who has found a job, and he lives a very happy life.

However, as the saying goes, everything has its limits. Just when he was enjoying a carefree holiday at home while his parents were out at work, a special guest disrupted his peaceful life and all his holiday plans.

Hearing the doorbell, he rubbed his sleepy eyes while sleeping in. It took him a while to move to the door. When he opened the door, he was stunned.

"Mr. Longbottom?"

The person who appeared outside this Muggle residence was his future boss, Frank Longbottom, the head of the newly formed Muggle and Magical Creature Crisis Response Team.

His arrival gave Boyce a bad feeling.

After inviting him to sit down at home and exchanging a few pleasantries, Boyce, who was unsure about what was going on, immediately asked him why he came.

"Wasn't the agreed start date September? It's still July now. Why are you coming to my house...?"

"Lynn is right. You'll immediately let the sheep run wild as long as no one is watching." Frank saw through his little thoughts at a glance, and his heart sank.

"Isn't he on vacation outside too..."

"Who said he was on vacation?" No matter how quietly he whispered, it couldn't be hidden from the ears of the senior Auror. Frank looked at him with a half-smile, "Let me tell you clearly, he is handling important matters in Mexico. I didn't ask you to come to you just to embarrass you. The formation time of the emergency response team has been advanced. We have to go over to support them. We will leave tomorrow night."

"Eh--?!"

Boyce's face immediately turned bitter, and countless drinks and snacks flying away with wings appeared in front of his eyes.

"No way... I just rested for half a month!"

"It's good enough that you can rest for half a month. Your good friends haven't had a day off." Frank completely ignored his crying and said expressionlessly, "Pack your luggage and report to the department tomorrow afternoon. I will take you there. Don't look so sad. I won't let you do any dangerous work. Just treat it as an early induction training."

"Oh..." Boyce said weakly.

"By the way, Lynn also asked me to bring a message." Frank had a playful expression on his face.

"Hmm?" Boyce became alert. "What?"

"He said that if you behave well over there, he might be able to say a few good words for you to Miss Foley - she's been very busy lately, do you think she'd be happy to see you sitting around doing nothing?" Frank said in a mischievous tone.

"Varied--!"

Boyce's face turned visibly red.

"Okay, I've delivered the message. See you tomorrow." Frank was not surprised by the young man's reaction. He waved his hand and left gracefully, leaving Boyce alone and messy.

He still has a lot of places to go, and Boyce is just the first stop. There are still many new people who have not yet joined the company.

When creating a new department from scratch, it is inevitable that there will be some chaos and busyness in the initial preparation.

As for whether the situation is urgent or not...if emergency support is really needed, the ones who will take action probably will not be these newly formed teams that have not even completed the staff integration.

At the very least, they have to be strikers, or Aurors with greater execution and combat capabilities, as well as the werewolf capture team that is about to be armed to the teeth with all kinds of new equipment - no, now it should be called the Dangerous Magical Creature Disposal Team.

Rather than emergency support, this operation should be described as an emergency drill and induction training for a small number of new personnel.

This is Frank's style.

But Boyce, who stayed at home, certainly couldn't figure out all these twists and turns for a while.

Just after noon the next day, he packed his luggage with high morale and was the first to rush to the Ministry of Magic.

——Then waited for about two or three hours.

Half an hour before the scheduled assembly time, he finally met the Longbottoms.

And there were familiar faces traveling with them.

Penelope.