Myriad Realms Store Owner of Harry Potter

At a quarter to eight in the evening, Ryan and Hermione's taxi arrived at Little Whinging. They should have arrived half an hour ago, but unfortunately they encountered the usual traffic jams in big cities.

"We just need to be back before ten-thirty in the evening. Fortunately, you told Mrs. Weasley that there is a small night fair. Let her allow us to stay outside for a while." Hermione said to Ryan walking on the sidewalk.

"Actually, that trade fair really exists, but I have already bought all the things I want. The only difference is that buying it during the day is two to three Galleons more expensive than buying it at night. The opportunity to visit friends, I think it's quite worth it." Ryan said relaxedly.

Since there were traces on the wand, Ryan and the others put away the wand. However, the ring in their hand did not affect their spellcasting ability much, and Ryan also brought an additional wand seized from Knockturn Alley last time.

"Let me see where Harry is." Ryan threw a handful of golden powder when he came to Privet Drive, and then explained to Hermione next to him. "This is a kind of tracing spell I found in the library. It's very useful." According to the traces, it could be seen that Harry didn't seem to be at home, so the two chased out in the direction instructed by the magic.

"Why is Harry here?" Seven or eight minutes later, two people appeared outside a closed-door playground. From the road sign just now, it can be seen that this is Mulan Crescent Street and Mulan Road. And magic indicated Harry's location 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 girls' bathroom after you got angry in the first grade, uh—" Before Ryan could finish, Hermione pinched her arm and said the next words. Blocked back. Next, the two climbed over the wall neatly and fell into the playground. The playground was not big, and they soon found their target.

"He's there." Ryan saw Harry's location just after walking a few steps. After all, the playground was closed and there were not many people. Despite the dim light, the boy with disheveled hair and round-rimmed glasses could still be seen sitting on the swing, with one arm on a chain, looking at the ground melancholy, swaying slowly for a while. .

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

"Let's go over there." Ryan pulled Hermione towards the swing, and at the same time deliberately made the sound of kicking and kicking on the gravel road. Hearing such a voice, Harry looked up quickly, and then showed a surprised expression.

"Ryan, Hermione, why are you here?" Harry's body was filled with a warm joy. He didn't expect a friend to come to see him after a month of isolation. The Honey Duke chocolate as a biological birthday present is a little guilty.

"Good evening, Harry. We've been wanting to come over before, but we've had a hard time finding the opportunity in the past two days. Ryan has shown his role as an alchemist, so the members of the Order of the Phoenix canceled his comment on minors' access. We The two just sneaked out to see you under the pretext of coming out to buy alchemy materials. Ron and Ginny also wanted to come, but unfortunately they didn't have enough excuses and can't go out at all now."

"What is the Order of the Phoenix you're talking about?" Harry looked confused, "It's a secret society," Hermione said quickly, "It's in charge of Dumbledore, he created it. It was the last time he worked with You-Know-Who. Some of the people who fought. Now the two of us live in the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, but because of secrecy magic, we can't tell you the specifics of the headquarters.

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"It sounds like you guys are pretty busy too." Maybe it was because he found that his friends didn't forget about him but tried to see him, so Harry felt that the breath he had held for more than a month had almost dissipated, and his tone was calmer. But he still wanted to ask about one thing he had always cared about. "Then why am I stuck at the Dursleys' house for a whole month without receiving any news? I was a witness to those things, but I seem to be quarantined. You know, I spent four weeks picking up from the trash can. The newspapers, just to find out what's going on—"

Harry got more and more excited as he spoke, Hermione tried to persuade him, but seemed a little helpless. Ryan saw this situation and stepped forward to interrupt Harry's ramble. "I think Dumbledore quarantined you for your own reasons."

"What?" Harry stopped there all of a sudden, looking at Ryan with an unbelievable look. "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.

"Is there anything wrong with that?" Harry looked puzzled. "Headmaster Dumbledore should need me more at this time. Maybe I can help him expose the conspiracy of the mysterious man."

"But you know, Harry," Hermione added now. "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 good 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 was concerned that Voldemort could see through my eyes what the Order of the Phoenix was doing?"

Ryan and Hermione nodded at the same time, and Harry looked a little dejected. "Okay, 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 that." Ryan shrugged. "I guess Dumbledore probably wants to do it all by himself, so he doesn't want you to know too much of this bad stuff. Old people always look like this to their younger generation, regardless of what the children choose to do. They arranged everything. We just didn't think it was the right thing to do, and that's why we came to see you."

"Well, it's quite possible to do it according to Dumbledore's habit." Harry was able to relieve 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 to such a life.

Until someone else's voice interrupted their chat, Harry could see a group of people walking through the playground by the light of the street lamp, one of whom was humming a vulgar song loudly, and the others were laughing. laugh. There was also the slight tinting sound of several expensive racing cars they were pushing away.

Harry knew who those people were. The one at the head was undoubtedly his cousin Dudley Dursley, who was walking home with his gang of friends, which meant it was almost nine o'clock.

"Okay, I think you should leave too." Harry said, looking at Ryan and Hermione. "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. already."

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