Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 447 No. 10 Rose Road

Harry said nothing until Sirius knocked on the door of number four, Privet Drive.

Because he made an outrageous decision - letting his mother speak for him.

This wasn't just Harry imagining things.

In fact, Harry saw Ryan again in his dream after the year-end dinner.

This meeting was brief, and it was not at all like the previous ones, where they used that pure white space as a transit point to venture into various magnificent worlds.

Although Harry had his doubts, Ryan was doing this to edit it into something like a TV series, for entertainment.

But Harry knew clearly that this little bit of effort was much more than what Ryan had given him.

All in all, this time, Ryan only said a few words to wake him up.

What's even more outrageous is that when he woke up, it was already daybreak.

You have to know that only ten minutes passed in the dream.

Harry shook his head and continued to recall the past as he packed his things into the bag given by Malfoy's father.

The general meaning of what Ryan said was that since Penelope and Kate would be in seventh grade next semester, he didn't have time to play any development games with Harry anymore.

So don't be surprised when Ryan installs something for him.

And just now, when he realized the deeper meaning behind Aunt Petunia's harsh words, a virtual interface that only he was about to see appeared on his retina.

The style of the painting was very similar to the role-playing computer games he had watched Dudley play before.

Follow one boring task after another and experience the story written by the creator.

Just now, the interface in front of Harry showed rows of tasks with exclamation marks.

The last one is - the resurrection of Lily Evans!

Click on it and you will see a detailed explanation of the task - you need to complete the pre-task and obtain the resurrection stone.

I clicked it again, and a bunch of detailed text appeared.

The above details the history and functions of the Resurrection Stone.

And to resurrect her mother, what else was needed as light to illuminate her way back to reality from the afterlife - that was the magic of love left by her mother.

However, this also means that his father, who was to be resurrected along with his mother, is no longer possible.

"Harry, are you ready?"

"Lupin and Tonks are still waiting for us at home!" Downstairs, Sirius' voice interrupted Harry's memories and thoughts.

Harry picked up the bag, his eyes determined.

The very first task on the retina is to constantly destroy the mirror surface and then repair it late at night.

Harry had no idea what was hidden behind this task that seemed so confusing to him.

But the magic of resurrection, which touches the realm of God's power, may have to go through these confusing tasks and involve areas that ordinary wizards and even Dumbledore cannot touch.

Harry was keenly aware that this task might be related to the recent abnormality in the mirror.

Right.

Otherwise, why has there not been a single wizard recorded in the history of magic, or even rumored to have achieved true resurrection?

Breaking the spell that Voldemort had cast to protect the Resurrection Stone would perhaps be the easiest step.

Harry took a deep breath and looked back at number four Privet Drive, which seemed to be burning under the scorching sun.

The next time he came back here, he wouldn't be alone. Harry shouldered his backpack, picked up Hedwig's cage and walked towards Sirius.

Sirius was sitting in a green open car, waving at Harry.

Harry didn't recognize this car, but from the change in Uncle Vernon's expression when he opened the door, he knew that this car must be very expensive.

Harry almost thought that Uncle Vernon was also a Squib, a Squib who didn't know his own identity and had awakened the magic of Metamorphmagus (a magic that can change one's own form, a magic that allows one to change one's appearance, hair color and other physical features at will).

Otherwise, why would that expression be so surprised, it's like he had completely changed his face.

"Do you want to ask me why I drove here to pick you up?" Sirius held the steering wheel with one hand and looked at Harry, revealing a lazy temperament.

Even Ms. Winter, who lived at 11 Privet Drive and was very picky about men's appearance, couldn't help but wink at Sirius who was passing by.

"Yeah." Harry nodded, pretending that he was really here because of the car.

"It's called a sports car." Sirius grinned, "That idiot Dursley almost had his eyes on this sports car!
My consulting fee was not in vain. This car called Aston Martin really made Dursley drop his jaw.

When you came to see them with Lily, they thought you were a poor country boy.

James, you are just too confident. Why don't you consult a Muggle consultant like me and spend a little money to buy a sports car?"

Sirius rambled on, lost in his own memories again.

He seemed to treat Harry as his father.

The car was driving faster and faster, and even in this weather, the heat from Harry's body was taken away by the wind blowing across his face.

Whenever the car is about to hit something like a trash can or the rear of another car, the obstacle in front of them will suddenly jump away automatically.

Before they knew it, they had arrived at another unfamiliar street.

Harry used his unworldly perspective to read the words on the road sign as they flew by: ROSE ROAD, LITTLE WHINGING, SURREE.

"Rosaceae Drive? It seems quite far from Privet Drive," Harry muttered.

Privet means Ligustrum lucidum. According to the street naming rules, the rose family plants represented by Rosaceae belong to the later batch.

Just as Harry was wondering why he was taken to such a remote street, the car slowed down.

"Sorry, I was distracted just now." Sirius, who didn't notice that he had just spoken, scratched his hair and drove to a fork in the road at the end of the street.

As the car moved in, a white fog appeared around Harry and the others.

A pitch-black iron gate suddenly emerged from the mist and slowly opened with a teeth-grinding sound.

"Welcome to my new home - 10 Rose Road, Little Whinging, Surrey." Sirius stopped the car next to a flower bed with a fountain and turned his head to say to Harry.

"Where to stay?" Harry was a little incredulous.

Because what appeared before his eyes was a luxurious mansion as big as two football fields.

The flower beds outside and the paths among the trees are all paved with polished marble.

The fountains, each with a variety of magical creatures carved inside, continuously spray water droplets in all directions, forming rainbows.

Beautiful butterflies with wings as white as jade dance among the flower beds and trees.

The mansion surrounded by these beautiful scenery is naturally not simple.

The entire mansion was decorated in a way that was not possible for Muggle craftsmen.

It seems to be carved from a huge crystal pebble, without any trace of bricks or stones, as if it were a whole.

In the summer sunshine, it shines with beautiful yet soft light.

This?
Place to stay?
Thanks to my classmates Jiaoshitgun and Taishi Yumisilk for their monthly tickets and other classmates for their recommendations and subscriptions!
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