The Shopkeeper of All Worlds in the British Wizarding World

Chapter 383 Good evening, Harry
At 8:30 pm, Ryan and Hermione's taxi arrived at Little Whinging. They should have arrived half an hour ago, but unfortunately they encountered the traffic jam common in big cities.

"We just have to be back before 10:30 p.m., and luckily you told Mrs. Weasley there was a small night trade fair. Ask her to allow us to stay outside a little longer." Hermione said to Ryan as they walked on the sidewalk.

"Actually, the trade fair really exists, but I've already bought everything I want. The only difference is that it will be two to three Galleons more expensive if I buy it during the day than at night. But I think it's worth it to exchange a few Galleons for the opportunity to visit my friends." Ryan said easily.

Since there were traces on the wands, Ryan and the others put away all the wands. However, the rings on their hands did not affect their spellcasting ability much, and Ryan also brought an extra wand that he had seized from Knockturn Alley last time.

"Let me see where Harry is." Ryan came to the corner of Privet Drive and sprinkled a handful of golden powder, then explained to Hermione beside him. "This is a locating spell I found in the library, it's quite useful." According to the traces, it seemed that Harry was not at home, so the two of them chased after him in the direction indicated by the magic.

"Why is Harry here?" Seven or eight minutes later, the two appeared outside a locked amusement park. From the road sign just now, we can see that this is Magnolia Crescent Street, Magnolia Road. And the magic indicates that Harry's location is in this amusement park. Seeing the locked door, Hermione said in surprise.

"You feel bad and want to be alone, just like when you were angry in your first year and hid in the girls' bathroom, um..." Ryan hadn't finished speaking when Hermione pinched his arm and blocked his next words. Then the two of them climbed over the wall neatly and landed in the playground. The playground was not big, and they soon found their target.

"He's there." Ryan saw Harry's position after walking a few steps. After all, the amusement park was closed and there were not many people. Although the light was dim, he could still see the boy with messy hair and round-framed glasses sitting on the swing, one of his arms holding the chain, his eyes looking at the ground sadly, swinging slowly from time to time.

"Just as I guessed, this terrible life seems to make his scar hurt more often." Hermione said as she watched Harry subconsciously reach out to rub the scar on his forehead from time to time.

"Let's go over there." Ryan pulled Hermione towards the swing, and deliberately made a tapping sound on the gravel road. Hearing this sound, Harry quickly raised his head and showed a surprised expression.

"Ryan, Hermione, why are you here?" Harry's whole body was filled with a warm joy. He didn't expect that his friends would come to see him after he had been isolated from the world for a month. Now he felt a little guilty about throwing away the Honeydukes chocolate that his friends had given him as a birthday gift.

"Good evening, Harry. We've always wanted to come here, but we finally found the opportunity these past two days. Ryan has shown his effectiveness as an alchemist, so the members of the Order of the Phoenix lifted the ban on minors. The two of us sneaked out to see you under the pretext of buying alchemical materials. Ron and Ginny wanted to come too, but unfortunately they didn't have enough excuses and couldn't leave the house at all."

"What is the Order of the Phoenix you are talking about?" Harry looked confused. "It's a secret society," Hermione said quickly. "It's run by Dumbledore. He founded it. They are all the people who fought against the You-Know-Who last time. Now the two of us live in the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, but because of the confidentiality magic, we can't tell you the details of the headquarters."

"You all sound pretty busy, too." Perhaps because he discovered that his friends had not forgotten him and were finding ways to visit him, Harry felt that the anger he had been holding back for more than a month had almost dissipated, and his tone seemed relatively calm. But he still wanted to ask about something that had always concerned him. "Then why was I trapped in the Dursleys' house for a whole month without receiving any news? I was an eyewitness to those things, but I seemed to be isolated. You know, I spent four whole weeks picking up newspapers from the trash can just to find out what the situation was -"

Harry was getting more and more excited. Hermione wanted to persuade him but seemed at a loss. Ryan saw this and interrupted Harry's chatter. "I think Dumbledore isolated you because of your own reasons." "What?" Harry paused there and looked at Ryan with an unbelievable look. "Because of me? Is there something wrong with me?"

"Your biggest problem is that you have a spiritual connection with the mysterious man. Last semester you even said that you could see what the mysterious man was doing." Ryan said seriously.

"Is there anything wrong with this?" Harry looked puzzled. "Headmaster Dumbledore should need me more at this time. Maybe I can help him uncover the conspiracy of the mysterious man."

"But you have to know, Harry." Hermione added at this time. "In the wizarding world, the soul connection between two people is very mysterious. And the initiative of this connection is often in the hands of the stronger party. With all due respect, I don't think you are as powerful as the You-Know-Who."

"I'm not that arrogant yet." Harry muttered quietly. "So what you mean is that Headmaster Dumbledore blocked my source of information because he was worried that Voldemort could see what the Order of the Phoenix was doing through my eyes?"

Ryan and Hermione nodded at the same time, and Harry looked a little crestfallen. "Okay, I understand." Then he looked up at Ryan and asked angrily, "If I knew, I would definitely ask for self-isolation. But why didn't Dumbledore tell me all this?"

"We don't really know about this." Ryan shrugged. "I guess Dumbledore might want to take care of everything by himself, so he doesn't want you to know too much about this terrible thing. Old people are always like this when facing their juniors, trying to arrange everything for them regardless of the children's choices. We just don't think this is the right way, so we came to see you."

"Well, it's very possible to do so according to Dumbledore's habit." Harry was relieved of a knot in his heart. In the next ten minutes, he began to chat with Ryan and Hermione. He mainly asked what they were doing recently and expressed envy for such a life.

Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of someone talking outside. Harry could see a group of people walking through the playground in the light of the street lamps, one of them humming a vulgar song loudly, and the others laughing. There was also a slight ding-ding sound coming from the expensive racing cars they were pushing.

Harry knew who those people were. The one leading the way was undoubtedly his cousin Dudley Dursley, who was walking home with his gang of friends, which meant that the time was almost nine o'clock.

"Well, I think you should leave too." Harry looked at Ryan and Hermione and said, "Central London is quite a distance away from here. It won't be so convenient for you to go back later. I should go back too."

(End of this chapter)