"It's over!" Howl slowly raised his hand.
"It's over?" Evan looked puzzled, "Although I don't know what your child is doing, it shouldn't be over yet."
Howl gently raised his hand and waved it in front of Evan's eyes, instantly causing him to look horrified.
At this moment, the night to him was as bright as day.
At the same time, he also saw—
"That sword?!"
Behind Klee, far in the distance, a greatsword hidden by darkness floated.
"He used the Levitation Charm on the sword, and now the sword is hidden in the night," Howl slowly said.
"Because Peter had been casting spells from his hand, Klee's full attention is now focused on him.
And with the wand confiscated from the cloth bag, Peter's casting level will rise again."
Howl also had a hint of admiration on his face; when did Harry notice that cloth bag?
Was it outside Moonlight Fortress earlier, when Harry saw Klee put the wand he obtained from the Goblin into the bag?
Or did he notice it when Klee took out the bow and arrow from the dragon saddle?
To display such observational skills in his first battle.
Not bad.
Subsequently, just as Howl had thought, Harry slowly waved his wand.
"Accio Longsword!"
Poor Klee was still staring intently in Harry's direction, cautiously watching his wand, wondering what kind of spell would shoot out of it.
Howl raised his hand, aimed at the two people in the sky, and fiercely grabbed, as if some thin membrane threads overflowed from between his fingers in the air.
"Stasis—"
Then, the two people and one dragon in the sky suddenly froze!
The flapping of wings, the flight of the broom, even a glance or a smile on their faces, all abruptly stopped.
As if time had been paused.
A group of people slowly flew into the sky. Howl lifted the spell on the two children. Klee was about to say something when Evan pressed down on his head.
"You little brat, you lost, don't move!"
Saying that, he gently turned Klee's body.
The huge blue steel longsword from earlier was now only half a meter away from him. Just by looking at it, one could feel how powerful the force behind the longsword had been.
Klee nervously swallowed, then glanced at Harry, and reluctantly lowered his head, "I lost."
Harry, sitting on his broom, shook his head, "I was just lucky. If I didn't have this wand, I definitely couldn't have cast Accio."
"Don't be modest, you must have calculated from the start that you would get this wand from me," Klee waved his hand, "A loss is a loss, it's not like I don't admit it."
Saying that, the group returned to the ground, and as expected, Klee was teased by his group of friends.
Howl patted Harry's head, praising him, "Kid, well done, your thinking is very clear."
Harry was very happy and looked up, "Uncle Howl, did you used to fight like this too?"
"No," Howl shook his head, smiling, "One move is usually enough for me."
…
"One move is enough…"
Harry took off his glasses, rubbing his somewhat dry eyes. Every time he recalled that sentence, he felt a sense of dread.
At this moment, he finally understood what Uncle Howl had told him before.
"You are not a Wizard yet, so you worry about me.
Once you become a Wizard, you will understand that worrying about me is the most superfluous thing in this world."
Winter passed and spring came. After the Christmas holiday, the spring and summer semesters had now passed.
Now, he had successfully graduated from St. George's Primary School.
Harry stretched, then walked out of his room and began his routine cleaning to prevent insects or mice from appearing in the unoccupied parts of the Castle.
Even Boggarts.
Downstairs, Lucifer looked at Harry curiously, "You're going to Hogwarts this year, right?"
"Yes," Harry nodded, his eyes filled with both anticipation and apprehension.
He wondered how well those children from Wizarding families had learned magic; Harry was a bit worried.
Those people had been exposed to magic since childhood, which was not comparable to a half-baked person like himself.
Just thinking about it made him feel like a siren was spinning in his head, urging him to hurry up and study.
"Scared," Harry shook his head, muttering to himself, deciding that after cleaning, he would consolidate his notes from this year and then plan his study schedule for the holiday.
…
At this time, deep in the Scottish Highlands, amidst lush green mountain meadows, a huge Castle was situated.
This Castle was surrounded by magic, and no one knew its exact location. Those without access qualifications simply could not enter.
At this moment, on the third-floor corridor of the Castle, a woman dressed in a dark green robe, wearing a pointed Wizard hat, and with a serious expression, was walking quickly.
Hogwarts, on holiday, was very empty, and the sound of her heels striking the stone tiles echoed continuously in the corridor.
Along the way, some of the Castle's tapestries intended to greet this old Professor who had worked at Hogwarts for decades, but upon noticing her serious expression, they lowered their hands.
The woman quickly arrived at the end of the third-floor west corridor and spoke to a gargoyle statue in the Castle, "Lemon Drops!"
A rumbling sound came, and the stone beast statue slowly opened, revealing a passage, while also greeting, "Welcome, Professor McGonagall."
"Thank you," Professor McGonagall casually thanked him and entered the spiral staircase within.
Before long, as the staircase slowly ascended, Professor McGonagall arrived at the seventh floor of the Castle.
"Albus!" Before even stepping through the curtain in front of the office, Professor McGonagall urgently called out.
Albus Dumbledore sat behind his desk, looking at a copy of The Daily Prophet. Hearing Professor McGonagall's voice, he turned around, somewhat puzzled:
"Minerva, weren't you in charge of the new student letters? What happened?"
"There was a problem with one of the letters!" Professor McGonagall leaned on the desk with one hand and handed over the yellow envelope she was holding.
"It's about Harry Potter."
Upon hearing this, Dumbledore also became serious. He pushed up his glasses, took the letter, and at the same time gently waved his hand, "Minerva, don't rush. Sit down and rest first."
Saying that, he also looked at the letter.
"The owl refused to deliver the letter. At first, I didn't know why, but then I found the problem was with the address!" Professor McGonagall said.
At this moment, Dumbledore also noticed the problem with the address on the envelope.
"Number Thirteen, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey ι σ ο Т П Ъ Щ Ш — For Mr. Harry Potter."
"This is?!" Dumbledore frowned slightly, his expression gradually becoming serious.
However, before he could investigate further, the ink on the envelope wiggled again, changing the wording.
"Deep in the Krillan Mountains, St. Wolfgang, Munich, Germany è ё п ц ф п ъ α μ с ё — For Mr. Harry Potter."
"Harry's address keeps changing between these two locations, and the detailed location cannot be investigated. Clearly, someone has interfered with the magic of the Book of Admittance!" Professor McGonagall said.
Dumbledore put down the letter, "Minerva, there's no need to be nervous. It seems our young savior has encountered some problems.
How about this, you go back and take care of the other new student affairs. Don't worry, I will handle this letter!"