The repetitive and boring training passed by in a blink of an eye. In this mere month, the people who stayed on Paradise Island had undergone great changes.
It's not just that he's become darker, the scorching summer sun is unbearably hot, and he's not just getting stronger, every clear muscle line has been covered in bitter sweat.
The bitter potion no longer made them frown, and the fainting pain was gradually replaced by the groan of clenched teeth. The flowers in the greenhouse withstood the devastation of the storm, and when the sunny day came, the high-spirited and upward posture came. Let them be as dazzling and dazzling as cranes among chickens.
However, the time to return home is coming soon. In less than two weeks, they will usher in the beginning of the new semester at Hogwarts. They have not touched a word of the homework assigned by the professors, and they will be busy during the remaining holidays. Spend it moderately.
Except for Harry, he had no homework during the holidays. He had received an O (excellent) rating in all seven required courses for first-year students. He did not need to do homework during the holidays to prevent him from forgetting what he learned last year when he returned to school. After all, the test is all about getting 100 points, and the reason why some people get 100 points is just because there are only so many points on the paper.
After everyone else used the portkey to go back, Harry got a canoe. The effect of the potion that was forcibly extended by the Sorcerer's Stone was about to expire. Harry, whose strength was almost weakened by more than half, could not break the stone with a punch. The recovery speed of his body gradually returned to normal, but he also knew that the remaining strength that had not disappeared would not continue to decline.
During more than a month when everyone was getting stronger rapidly, Harry, who was also pushing himself to the limit, never stopped. Relying on the super recovery effect brought by the potion, in the rest of the month, he completed everything from The magical fusion of the core muscles from the shoulders to the abdomen. If he was face to face with the person he was a year ago, Harry could pick up his former self with one hand and then slap him to death.
The reason why he rowed back was simply because he wanted to master the physical strength at this moment in detail. Although he would not crush the stainless steel cup when drinking water, he could not guarantee that when he hugged Dudley, he would accidentally get excited. He broke his dear cousin's ribs.
Although this was just a minor injury that could be cured by a spell and a bottle of potion, it was better not to worry about it. Dudley was an honest and good boy, his dear older cousin.
Three days later, Harry, whose skin had darkened by another degree, dragged his canoe to the beach. Without a map to guide him, who knows where he landed now, and there were no traces of human activity visible to the naked eye. , but this does not trouble the wizard.
After putting on clean clothes, Harry took out his white ivory and held it up. A few seconds later, a flash of red light suddenly came from the distance, followed by a sharp brake sound, and a red-painted double-decker bus appeared on the beach. There were two deep ruts on the car.
"Welcome aboard. Uh. Hey, man, did you just come back from your vacation in Africa?"
A tall, thin young man with some pimples on his face asked in surprise after seeing Harry, "Or are you responsible for sunbathing on this beach by yourself?"
"Maybe." Harry shrugged, "4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. By the way, can I jump in? I'm in a hurry."
"Of course!" The tall and thin young man nodded repeatedly. As an unscientific magical vehicle, the speed of the Knight Bus is also contrary to common sense. Compared with the speed of a normal bus traveling along the road, it has nothing to do with it. There is a fixed itinerary, and whoever gets on the bus first and pays will be dropped off first. No matter how close the people behind you are to their destination, they will not stop before you are queued up, even if they pass by the place they want to go.
"But in this case, the fare needs to be a little more. It costs fifteen cents to go to Privet Drive, and half more for the fare. One galleon and three cents costs fifteen cents. Do you need an iced drink? I have coffee, black tea, and lemon here. Juice and butterbeer.”
"I'm today's conductor, Stan Sampac."
The extremely sharp-tongued conductor not only spoke very quickly and clearly, he also did calculations very quickly. In his eyes, the extremely awkward exchange rates in the wizarding world did not require mental arithmetic at all. To be honest, Harry still had a headache to pay. Money, the exchange rate is simply an anti-human design.
"No need to look for it, it's just a tip."
Harry popped out two golden Galleons, randomly picked a brass pillar bed and sat down.
Stan, who looked excited, was about to ask Harry if he wanted a cool drink. Harry, who had already taken out a bottle of vodka from his dragonskin backpack, drank it all in two gulps, letting out a short, alcoholic burp. Stan sneezed hard.
"Oh, Merlin." He patted the back of the driver's chair angrily, "Earn, we seem to have pulled a humanoid fire dragon into the car today?"
"Really?" The driver named Ern leaned forward and turned his head. When he saw Harry inserting a straw into the second bottle of vodka, he shrugged to Stan, "Probably the Hesidian Black Dragon. Okay, but remember to treat me to a drink after get off work, our distinguished Mr. Fire Dragon is going to Privet Drive, right? He'll be there soon!"
"Sit tight!"
Seeing that Harry paid a generous tip, Ern gave a rare reminder, then released the brakes, stepped on the accelerator, and after a roar of the engine, it was instantly launched like a cannonball and got on the bus. It 'collided' with the rock two people high in front of it, and rushed onto the road two miles away in an extremely brutal way.
In front of the unscientific but magical bus here, any obstacle that hinders the forward movement will obediently jump aside to make way for an unobstructed flat road. The reef was like that, and the single-family villa blocking them was the same. so.
The Knight Bus, which can be said to be traveling in subspace, is actually running, rather it is entering a short-distance jump state after a brief acceleration. The coordinate anchors scattered throughout England allow this vehicle to use quasi-Apparition, This is why the Knight Bus can only travel within England. The Ministry of Magic in England is not allowed to lay such coordinate points abroad.
The behavior of those house obstacles to 'give way' is actually a variation of the Traceless Stretch Spell. When the Knight Bus is driving, it is enveloped in an independent space bubble and has no contact with the outside world at all. To say that the obstacle was knocked away, it is better to say that the space where the obstacle was located was temporarily squeezed by the Knight Bus to create a new path.
Materials will collide when they come into contact, but space is a kind of 'fluid'. They are like sea water everywhere. Even if they are torn or pierced, the wounds will be healed in the end. The wizard's disembodiment has never been The teleportation that tears apart the space, but slides from one point to another along the ubiquitous undertide under the sea with a speed that is so weird that it is like teleportation, and the magic power is the "gold Galleons" that pays for this "ride". .
In just a few minutes, Harry, who had crossed who knows how many kilometers, came from the deserted beach to Privet Drive, which was dotted with houses.
"I'm back!"
After opening the door with the key, Harry shouted into the house, and then, a burst of heavy footsteps sounded chaotically.
"Harry! Harry!"
Dudley's panicked shouting came from the corner of the second floor stairs.
"Oh no!"
"There's something dirty in our house!"
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This chapter was written while I was fishing. I wasn’t trying to fish on purpose, but I just felt dizzy and couldn’t concentrate. Ah, it’s so annoying.
The second-year script is almost finished. I’m going to get some good stuff into it, but I’m hesitant to release it too early. For details, please refer to the space setting in the Knight Bus section. I won’t spoil the specific content. Okay, you can think about it as much as you want, it should be very interesting.
If the second grade is not released, I will put the Deathly Hallows in it. There will be no Resurrection Stone, but the Elder Wand and the Invisibility Cloak will appear. I have spoiled the setting of the Deathly Hallows in the group, Death. It exists, and it comes from the abyss. The original version of Deathly Hallows is too lame. It must be updated, so please look forward to it.
(End of chapter)
