thefictionvixens Chapter 167 Harry's Dream
Chapter 167 Harry's Dream
Chapter 167 Harry's Dream
"Currently, communicator sales only cover continental Europe, and even in some remote areas of Eastern and Southern Europe, sales are very low because wizards are scattered, and the local Ministries of Magic do not support the communicator business. Therefore, it cannot spread quickly."
Vio spent his time at the Tower of Fantasy, working non-stop to handle the communications business. Fortunately, he successfully elevated his name above that of the Selwyn family.
The boy who once suffered retribution because of the Selwyn family has now become the one with the Selwyn family as his background.
On Ryan's advice, he also recruited some of his enemies who were hostile to him but had not yet taken action, in order to show his magnanimity and willingness to reconcile with them on a personal level.
As for the Selwyns squatting in the Azkaban, Vio didn't answer directly, but the implication was that the retaliation against them had nothing to do with him, and he would pretend he didn't know anything about it.
This series of moves successfully separated Vio and Selwyn from those who were hostile to him. They became friendly towards Vio and the Tower of Fantasy, while glaring at the three members of the Selwyn family.
At the same time, he also made the Ministries of Magic in various European countries aware of this business tycoon who possessed products capable of influencing the global magical community, and who himself had the ability to influence the economic flow of the global magical community.
"There's no need to worry about the Ministry of Magic in other regions not cooperating. It was because Fudge didn't take it seriously before, but the Council of Ministers will give our communications industry the green light from now on."
Ryan took a sip of the pomegranate juice that had been sitting for half a day. "If there's anything, talk to Senior Lawrence. If that doesn't work, you can also talk to Scrinker."
"Is that tough guy in the Ministry of Magic, Scrimgeour, one of our own?" Vio wondered, as he had no idea that Lane and Scrimgeour were connected.
"Of course they're not on our side, but there's no rule that says a tough guy can't be smart," Ryan said.
"A clever man indeed—" Vio said, picking up a glass of fresh pomegranate juice. "I love dealing with clever people."
After the feast, everyone returned to their dormitories.
Moonlight shone on the corridor, the rough stone walls exuding an ancient atmosphere. The carvings, blurred by time, seemed to connect with the original, flawless carvings, making it difficult to distinguish between history and reality.
I just think the moonlight tonight is really beautiful.
Just like students moving from the end of one reunion to the beginning of another, connected by a train, getting on and off, returning to school and going home.
After saying goodbye to the Weasleys, Harry, who claimed he wanted to walk around for a while, paced back and forth in the corridor.
As he passed by the window repeatedly, constantly bathed in moonlight, he felt the light was somewhat dazzling.
On the portrait at the entrance to the common room, the fat lady, slightly drunk, watched the little wizards coming and going at the door without asking any questions, simply observing with great interest.
Finally, the fear of the Vernons overwhelmed everything, and Harry made up his mind to return to the Adventurers' Club.
A crow caws outside the window.
Ryan is at the Adventurers' Club, writing down all the theories he has learned from Ollivander and discussed with Ollivander regarding the Magic Wand.
On the long parchment, there were large blank spaces between the words and the lines.
This is reserved space for marking, modification, and deletion in future experiments.
Suddenly the door was pushed open, and Ryan looked up to find that it was Harry who had come in.
Many people came to see him at night, including students Vio, Penelope, Percy, and Pablo.
But Harry doesn't seem like the kind of person who would have a reason to come looking for me—Ryan asked, "Harry, what's wrong?"
"Tomorrow's a holiday, and I don't want to go back to Uncle Vernon's house," Harry lamented, recounting the hardships he had endured living with Uncle Vernon for eleven years.
As Ryan listened to Harry's story, he recalled their first meeting in Diagon Alley, where Harry wore oversized clothes that accentuated his small and thin frame.
But now, after a semester at Hogwarts, Harry no longer looks thin or malnourished.
"So, you don't want to go back, and you want to stay in Hogwarts Castle like me?"
"Yes."
It is said that Dumbledore always emphasized that Harry Potter had to return to his blood relatives' home because he used the love spell left by Lady Evans and added a protective spell for Harry, so that as long as Harry was with his blood relatives, he would not be harmed by Voldemort. Lane recalled the information that Dumbledore revealed in his several nightly conversations with him.
"You went back to your aunt and uncle's house for your safety. It's a protection the headmaster placed on you to prevent Voldemort from harming you."
He told Harry why Harry was going back to his aunt's house.
"But Voldemort has already been captured! I can use Voldemort's powers right now!"
Harry pulled out a chair, sat down, and then, barely as his bottom touched the bench, excitedly stood up again.
I couldn't explain to the kid what Horcruxes were, nor could I tell him that Voldemort could be resurrected using other soul fragments—Ryan was about to continue trying to dissuade Harry from going home when he suddenly realized that Harry was now one of the most capable students in the Adventurers' Club, and even in Hogwarts.
While Harry may lack practical combat experience, his spell power is comparable to that of ordinary Aurors, especially the Disarming Charm that Lalvin specifically mentioned—even elite Aurors might not possess such a skill in this charm.
Therefore, Harry's safety was already strongly guaranteed!
"You make a good point, and I personally support your idea. Let's go find the headmaster now and ask for his opinion." Ryan tidied up the drafts on the table and put them in a small cabinet, then led Harry straight to the headmaster's office on the eighth floor.
The principal was also not asleep.
However, he wasn't the only one alerted by the knocking.
Harry entered the headmaster's office only to discover that Mr. Gale, who had greatly helped him during Voldemort's training as a human host, also lived there.
He never expected that the two adult wizards he respected most would live together.
One was a ray of light in Harry's eleven years of suffering. Dumbledore's name was written on his Hogwarts acceptance letter, like a saint who cut through the confusion and suffering and rescued Harry from the sea of bitterness.
The other was the learned and kind elder who transformed him from an ordinary young wizard into the elite Auror in Ryan's eyes. Harry remembered Mr. Gale's earnest teachings during each experiment, and his precise assistance whenever an accident occurred.
"Headmaster, Mr. Gale, I'm sorry to bother you so late."
Harry, who had been dragged there by Ryan, felt a little guilty, thinking that he had disturbed the teachers' rest.
He lowered his head and quickly stated his request: "I wish I could live in Hogwarts Castle during the holidays, just like Senior Ryan."