days at Hogwarts

Chapter 516: Breaking the trace
The sun has set in the west, but the temperature has not dropped much.

In the summer at the end of June, time passes extremely slowly on the streets where cars come and go, and the long wait makes people feel hot inside.

The old man wearing a short-sleeved shirt with vertical stripes on a blue background looked tall and straight even when he was squatting on the ground. The folds on his clothes looked comfortable and smooth. His light brown sunglasses were of exquisite texture, and his gray hair made him look even more energetic.

Next to him, there was a middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears. He looked like he was fished out of the water. His gray vest and short khaki shirt were soaked and stuck to his flesh. His whole body was shiny from the sun. Bright and depressingly hot.

The fashionable old man was in sharp contrast with the middle-aged fat man next to him, so that Vernon Dursley frequently looked sideways, and couldn't help but suspect in his heart that this Bates was one of those weird guys, but looking at him With the decoration and the expensive car behind him, Vernon silently swallowed all doubts.

Bates held the yellowish sunhat in his hand and fanned the wind, his elbows slightly outward, so that the fat man next to him could also get a little coolness:
"Harry's uncle, I'll call you Vernon. You can't keep your body shape like this. My friend said that obesity can turn blood vessels into brittle glass and break when touched."

"I don't believe it!" Vernon said firmly, but his expression was obviously a little guilty, "Our family is already controlling our diet. I will lose weight very quickly, and so will my son!"

"Do you have a son?"

Speaking of his son, Vernon obviously became energetic and proudly introduced: "My son is not a wizard. He is studying at Smelting School. Although his grades are a little average, he has done very well in other things. During the semester, I also won the Southeastern Youth Heavyweight Interschool Boxing Competition and made many friends..."

"Really, it's really amazing..."

Bates dealt with his bragging and boasting perfunctorily, while carefully watching the people walking out of the station. When he saw the familiar figure, his eyes lit up, he put his hat on his head and stood up to walk away.

Walking up to Loren, Bates took his suitcase and hit him on the head, complaining a little bit: "I've told you several times, as a gentleman, you don't even take the initiative to carry a girl's luggage when you go out. box……"

"I've said it several times, the suitcase is empty, just for show." Loren looked helpless.

Bates's eyes widened when he heard this, and he stared at him fiercely: "You also said that you didn't even take an empty box?"

Loren said nothing and silently took Hermione's box.

It doesn't make sense to this guy, he is unreasonable.

Hermione followed behind with a smile, watching her grandfather and grandson stuff the box into the trunk. An angry person let the owl fly, intending to let it fly back on its own.

A certain Hanhan was very happy. He rubbed his master's cheek affectionately, spread his wings and flew into the sky, venting his grievances after being bored all the way in the train carriage.

Loren opened the car door and let Hermione sit in first. He looked up and saw Harry walking next to his uncle after saying goodbye to the Weasley family. He saw that his body was soaked with sweat, and his eyes behind the lenses fluctuated slightly. Vernon Dursley didn't care what he thought at all, he opened the car door and got into the driver's seat with his body swaying.

The two of them didn't say a word when they met, and they were even more indifferent than strangers.

Loren didn't want to interfere with Harry's relationship with his aunt and uncle, but he suddenly remembered about Trace. Harry is under 17 years old and is still under surveillance. The Ministry of Magic can lock his location at any time, and his spell casting in an emergency will also be detected.

It would have been nothing in the past summer vacations, but Voldemort has returned to his physical form, there are also lurking Death Eaters in the Ministry of Magic, and Sirius no longer lives near the Dursleys...

Loren pondered for a moment and called out to him: "Harry, come here."

"What's the matter?" "Hand out your right hand."

"What?" Harry's expression became even more confused, and he stretched out his hand out of trust in him.

A hand with clear joints and thin calluses on the fingertips. Loren's eyes fell on the third knuckle of the ring finger of that hand. From a more private perspective, there was a wisp of thin threads surrounding it. The threads were as light as smoke. Like mist, it closely follows the movement of the finger, but the owner of the finger feels nothing.

Noticing Loren's gaze, Harry shrank his hands slightly nervously: "Is there... any problem?"

"no problem……"

Loren recalled what happened three years ago. At that time, he and Hermione had just signed a contract with the Ministry of Magic. Traces appeared on the thin parchment and wrapped around their fingers. After consulting Dumbledore, he used the magic stone's power to The power breaks through the traces.

At that time, he was still a little unable to control such a huge power, and the majestic magic power was rushing through his body, making it a bit embarrassing. Three years later, he had a deeper understanding of magic power and his control was more refined. Whether it is the step-by-step magic spell practice in the usual classroom, or the wanton swaying in a duel, everything can be sent and received with care and control.

More importantly, the dream of the starry sky that night made the magic power in his body grow unprecedentedly.

Lowering his eyes, Loren put one hand on the car door, stretched out the other hand, and placed the tip of his index finger on the ring finger entangled with traces of silk. The mighty magic power poured out and poured into the fingertips inch by inch.

He said softly: "It's just a trace."

Before Harry had time to think about Zongsi's matter, he felt a slight heat rush into his ring finger. The invisible force made the air nearby make a slight muffled sound, and then something soft but tough seemed to collapse. There was an inexplicable feeling of relief in my heart.

He probably understood that it was the so-called trace silk.

Harry's eyes widened: "So... I can use magic freely during the summer vacation!?"

Hermione, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, had already noticed their actions. After hearing these words, she immediately stuck her head out and warned with strict logic: "As long as you do not violate the secrecy law and do not alert the Ministry of Magic, otherwise the Magic will The department will still notice you.”

Noticing that she didn't look surprised at all, Harry narrowed his eyes and asked, "When did the traces on you two get removed?"

"cough……"

Hermione looked away guiltily, slowly moved back to her position inside, and answered in a voice softer than that of a fairy, "A little earlier than you."

Harry looked at Loren and asked, "How much earlier?"

"Have a nice summer vacation. We're eager to get back for dinner. Goodbye."

"..."

Harry watched the expensive car backing out of the parking space deftly, starting the engine and speeding away, leaving only the gradually dissipating exhaust gas. He was both happy that he could cast spells freely from now on, but also felt unhappy because of the behavior of his two harmful friends. , eyes complex, expression tangled.

Don't think that he can't tell that Zongsi's matter has been hidden from him for at least a year!
(End of this chapter)