Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Water Margin

Chapter 42 The Magic of the Divine Horse's Night Flight

When Vernon and his wife saw Harry draw his knife out of thin air, their faces turned ashen, and the words they had been preparing for a long time stuck in their throats.

Just like his parents, Pig-faced Dali held his breath, afraid of angering Scarface.

Harry glanced at the letter in Vernon's hand; it was from the Ministry of Magic. It detailed his use of his wand to cast a spell that night, ending with "Don't do it again," and then fell silent.

Harry threw the letter down and sneered, "You damned idiot, trying to cause trouble for me again. Even with just this knife, I can kill you!"

Vernon had been holding Harry for half a month, but this was the first time he had seen such a sharp knife. How could he not be terrified? And seeing that it had been pulled out of thin air, he was even more frightened and dared not say a word.

Seeing that none of them spoke, Harry put away his knife and went upstairs.

After walking a few steps up the stairs, Harry caught sight of the telephone on the counter, and an idea immediately popped into his head, like a thunderclap in the night, a sudden brightening of his vision; or like a sudden gust of wind sweeping through the fog, bringing clarity.

He clapped his hands and laughed, "Alas! I was so focused on the owl delivering the message that I forgot to turn the rotating iron box!"

It should be noted that Hermione is Muggle-born and grew up in the bustling areas of London. She left her phone number at the station before leaving.

Harry read the phone number, picked up the receiver, and shook the dial until it spun rapidly, making the case rattle.

After a few breaths, a man's deep voice came through the receiver, yawning and sounding sleepy, "Hello, this is Granger's house. What's so urgent that you need to call at one in the morning?"

"Is that Hermione's father over there? I am Hermione's classmate. I have an important matter to discuss with her today, and I hope that you will do me the favor and allow me to speak with her."

Mr. Granger felt extremely uneasy upon hearing Harry's words.

Did this child call back in 1392? Why does he sound so strange?

And what was he doing with Hermione in the early morning?

This is not normal...

Mr. Granger didn't hesitate any longer and said, "I'm sorry, young man, Hermione is already asleep. Besides, don't you usually prefer to communicate with owls?"

Harry was anxious. "Oh dear! How can you be so unreasonable, old man? If I needed the owl, how could I make the call?"

"Just tell my older sister that it was Harry Potter calling."

Mr. Granger was about to hang up when he heard the man identify himself as Harry Potter, and he was startled.

It should be noted that Hermione often mentioned Harry Potter's name before she went to Hogwarts, and even though both she and her husband were Muggles, they knew that he was a notorious shrew in the wizarding world.

Now that he has returned from Hogwarts, he mentions it every day, thinks about it every night, thinks about it constantly, and never forgets it for a moment.

Mr. Granger hesitated for a moment, then said, "Alright, Mr. Potter, please wait here for a moment, I'll go and get Hermione."

A quarter of an hour later, Harry heard footsteps approaching through the microphone. Before he could make out what they were, a clear, cheerful voice called out:

"Harry? Is that you?"

"Good night, elder sister. It is I, your humble servant. I apologize for any inconvenience caused."

Hermione ignored this and instead vented her frustrations, "Why don't you write to me? I send you letters and you don't reply. Ron told me you didn't reply to him either..."

Before she could finish speaking, Harry interrupted her and told her about the battle with Dobby Night Alley that night.

Hermione listened carefully to Harry's words and asked doubtfully, "But house-elves are creatures that only obey their masters' commands, so why does Dobby have his own thoughts?"

"Harry, you should know that in the Complete Book of Unusual Creatures, house-elves are described as... wizards' slaves."

"For generations to come."

Harry was startled. "Oh my, this fellow uses such good magic, and he was just a lowly servant, a government or private slave?"

Harry finished speaking and waited for Hermione's reply. After waiting for about half a cup of tea's time, there was no sound from the receiver, as if the conversation had sunk to the bottom of the sea.

Harry hung up the phone and started spinning the dial again, the numbers were all correct, but there was still no response. Seeing this, how could he not know that Dobby was behind it all?

Harry gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, wishing he could immediately grab that dwarf and chop him into pieces.

Harry rested in the living room that night, keeping one eye open and on high alert, but as dawn broke, he still couldn't find Dobby.

The scarred man couldn't sleep soundly at night; his sleep was still unsatisfying. His eyes were three parts dark and seven parts menacing.

When the Dursleys saw this, they dared not speak, for fear of offending him by talking too much.

Just then, a series of tinkling sounds came from the doorway. Penny hurriedly went to open the door to avoid this evil star, only to find three unfamiliar faces.

"Excuse me, may I ask who you are?"

"Harry!"

Hermione saw the figure wiping the knife and cried out with joy, then hurried over.

Vernon and Petunia stared wide-eyed at Hermione, and the Grangers rushed forward to explain.

Harry turned around and exclaimed in surprise, "What brings Big Sister here?"

"Last night you suddenly went silent halfway through your sentence, and I suspected it was that Dobby you mentioned who was behind it," Hermione whispered. "And... I've also been being watched by that house-elf."

Since losing contact with Harry, she had some suspicions in her mind. After hanging up the phone, she called the wizards from other Muggle families to discuss Harry and Dobby.

Every time these words reached the tip of my tongue, every time the words surged into my throat, the phone line would drop.

"The moment I mention you, the other end of the phone immediately shuts out," Hermione said in a low voice. "And when I sent the letter with the owl, I saw Dobby steal it through the binoculars."

The two secretly plotted for a moment, but now all means of communication with the magical world have been cut off, and Hogwarts has not yet started, so they can't even go to the train station.

These two knew perfectly well that if they wanted to access the magical world, they had no choice but to go to Weasley Manor.

Hermione's eyes lit up after hearing Harry's words, but she hesitated and asked, "But how are we going to find Ron?"

"If I remember correctly, Ron's family lives in St. Catchpoll, which is at least several hundred kilometers from London."

"Oh, Hermione," Mrs. Granger said with a smile, "If you'd like to see some friends, your father and I can drive you there."

"No, Mom, you and Dad can't find that place."

It should be known that the wizard's dwelling is shrouded in various spells that shield Muggles, so these two who are determined to find it will surely end up empty-handed.

Furthermore, Dobby is a cunning and unpredictable person. If she were to fall victim to his evil deeds, she would truly regret her actions.

She was preoccupied with worrying about how to find Ron, but Harry smiled and said, "Don't worry, big sister, it's not difficult."

"I know an older brother, and I learned some skills from him."

"Simply tie a talisman to your leg, and we can travel eight hundred miles at night as if breathing normally."