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"It's over!" Felix slowly raised his hand.
"Is it over?" Evan looked confused. "Although I don't know what your child is doing, it should not be over yet."
Felix raised his hand slightly and waved it in front of Evan's eyes, which immediately made him look horrified.
At this time, the night was as bright as day to him.
Simultaneously, he also saw—
"That sword?!"
Felix saw a large sword floating in the distance behind Kerry, concealed by darkness.
"He used a levitation spell on the sword, and now the sword has been hidden in the night," Felix said slowly.
"Because Peter had been releasing the spell from his hand, all of Kerry's attention was now focused on him.
And with the magic wand seized in the cloth bag, Peter's spellcasting level will rise again."
Felix also displayed some admiration on his face. When did Harry notice the cloth bag?
Did Harry see Kerry put the wand he got from the goblin in his bag outside Moonlight Castle?
Or did he notice it when Kerry took out the bow and arrow from the dragon's saddle?
In the first battle, he showed such observation.
Not bad.
Then, just as Felix thought, Harry slowly waved his wand.
"Accio The sword!"
Poor Kerry was still staring in Harry's direction, looking at his wand warily, not knowing what kind of spell would be shot out of it.
Felix raised his hand, aimed at the two people in the sky, and grasped them tightly. In the air, some thin threads of magic seemed to overflow from his fingers.
"Stasis—"
Then, the two people and the dragon in the sky suddenly froze!
The flapping of wings, the flying of the broom, and even the glances and smiles between the two people suddenly ceased.
It was as if time had frozen under the pressure.
The group of people slowly descended from the sky, and Felix lifted the spells on the two children. Kerry was about to say something, but Evan held his head down.
"You loser, don't talk!"
As he spoke, he gently turned Kerry's body.
He saw the huge blue steel sword just now, only half a meter away from him. Just by looking at it, you could feel how powerful the sword was.
Kerry swallowed nervously, then looked at Harry again and lowered his head helplessly. "I lost."
Harry sat on the broom and shook his head. "I'm just lucky. Without this wand, I definitely wouldn't be able to cast the Flying Curse."
"Don't be modest. You must have planned to get this wand for me early in the morning." Kerry waved his hand. "If i lose, i lose. I don't deny it."
With that said, the group returned to the ground. As expected, Kerry was teased by a group of friends.
Felix patted Harry on the head and praised, "Boy, you did a good job. Your thinking is very clear and you have a good battle instinct."
Harry was very happy and raised his head. "Uncle Felix, have you fought like this before?"
"No," Felix shook his head and said with a smile. "I basically only need one move."
…
"One move is enough..."
Harry took off his glasses and rubbed his dry eyes. Every time he recalled this sentence, he felt horrified.
Only then did he understand what Uncle Felix had said to him before.
"You are not a wizard yet, so you are worried about me.
When you become a wizard, you will understand that worrying about me is the most unnecessary thing in the world."
Winter turned to spring, and after the Christmas break, the spring semester and the summer semester passed.
Now, he has successfully graduated from St. George's Primary School.
Harry stretched, then walked out of the room and began routine cleaning to prevent pests or mice from infesting unoccupied areas of the castle.
Downstairs, Lucifer looked at Harry curiously. "You are going to Hogwarts this year, right?"
"Yes," Harry nodded, with expectation and hesitation in his eyes.
He didn't know how those children born into wizarding families learned magic, and Harry was a little worried.
Those people have been exposed to magic since they were young, and they are not comparable to a dabbler like me.
Whenever he thought about it, he felt like there was a siren in his head, urging him to study quickly.
"Am i afraid ?," Harry shook his head and muttered to himself, deciding that after cleaning, he would consolidate his notes for the year and then make a study plan for this holiday.
....
At this moment, nestled deep in the Scottish Highlands amid lush green alpine meadows, stood a colossal castle.
Enveloped by a magical spell, the castle's exact location remained a mystery, inaccessible to those lacking the proper qualifications.
Within the castle, on the third-floor corridor, a stern-faced woman garbed in a dark green robe and pointed wizard hat hurried along.
Hogwarts felt eerily deserted during the holidays, the sound of her heels striking the stone bricks resonating through the corridors.
Along the way, some of the castle's portraits made attempts to greet the seasoned professor, who had dedicated decades of service to Hogwarts. However, upon noticing her somber expression, they withdrew their friendly gestures.
The woman swiftly reached the end of the west corridor on the third floor and addressed a statue of a gargoyle with a stone head: "Honey corn candy!"
With a rumble, the stone beast statue parted to reveal a passageway, greeting her in return: "Welcome, Professor McGonagall."
"Thank you," Professor McGonagall acknowledged casually as she entered the spiral staircase.
Shortly after, as the stairs ascended in a spiral, Professor McGonagall arrived at the seventh floor of the castle.
"Albus!" she called out urgently before stepping through the curtain in front of the office.
Albus Dumbledore sat behind his desk, engrossed in a copy of the Daily Prophet. Upon hearing Professor McGonagall's voice, he turned around, a hint of confusion in his demeanor.
"Minerva, weren't you overseeing the new students' letters? What's the matter?" he inquired.
"There's an issue with a letter!" Professor McGonagall steadied herself with one hand on the desk and extended a pair of yellow envelopes toward Dumbledore.
"It concerns Harry Potter."
At this revelation, Dumbledore's expression shifted to one of seriousness. Adjusting his glasses, he accepted the letter and gestured for her to take a seat: "Minerva, please, sit and collect yourself."
Simultaneously, he examined the letter in his hand.
"The owl refused to deliver the letter initially. At first, I was uncertain of the reason, but later I discovered it was due to an issue with the address," Professor McGonagall explained.
Dumbledore also noted the discrepancy with the address on the envelope.
"To Mr. Harry Potter, No. 13 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey."
"What is this...?" Dumbledore's brow furrowed slightly, his expression growing increasingly grave.
However, before he could scrutinize it further, the ink on the envelope began to writhe, and the words transformed.
"to Mr. Harry Potter, Germany, Munich, St. Wolfgang, deep in the Creland Mountains.."
"Harry's address keeps oscillating between these two locations, with the precise whereabouts remaining elusive. Clearly, someone has tampered with the magic of the Book of Access," Professor McGonagall observed.
Dumbledore set down the letter: "Minerva, there's no need for alarm. It appears our young savior has encountered some complications.
Return to overseeing other matters concerning the incoming students. Rest assured, I will handle this letter."