The Silent Bookstore Manager at Hogwarts

Harry and Red boarded a train to Devonshire. The initial funding came from a sum of money that Red had "borrowed" from some gangsters. Of course, after "borrowing" the money, he handed all of them over to the police, and he had no say in how the police would handle the matter.

The UK's public transport system is, to put it mildly, a mess, especially when people buy ordinary tickets to save money.

When the train, thankfully on time, swayed and pulled into the station, Harry initially thought it was some kind of ancient relic from the last century, as it seemed even older than the Hogwarts train.

"Don't overthink it... How long do you think it will take us to find Nicolas Flamel?"

"Um, including travel time, a day?"

Harry optimistically predicted that since Red had explained that he had found Nicolas Flamel's location through a spiritual connection, it meant he must know Flamel's exact address, so they just needed to walk in.

"It'll take at least three days, Harry. Do you think Nicolas Flamel's house is a place anyone can just walk into? In those three days, we can find an address near his house in the first half of the day. After all, even I can get a general idea of ​​what's going on. But the problem is, Harry... we're not guests invited by Master Nicolas. We should at least say hello, right?"

Red stretched his body, and the two little wizards sat quietly in their seats. No one noticed that there were two children in the carriage who should not have been alone there at all.

"That's why I said you need to start learning the [Night Travel Technique]. We need to travel to many different places using various methods. If you don't know anything about this technique, your journey will be incredibly difficult. But since you've already come this far, you're not thinking of packing your bags and going back, are you?"

As he spoke, Red pulled out a stack of manuscript paper filled entirely with Latin words. It was "A Night's Wanderings, Book Three," but to prevent others from understanding it and to allow Harry to learn it slowly in the real world, Red had rewritten the entire text in Latin words.

"Now, we'll spend two days teaching you the first great technique belonging to the [Night Wandering] school: [Doors and Walls]."

*Night Wanderings, Volume Three*: Annotated dream journal of Christopher Iliopoli, sometimes called "the only readable esoteric text": exquisitely written, witty, and enigmatic. (Mystery: 4 [Revelation]) (Contains teachings of great art: [Doors and Walls])

"This volume of Night Wanderings will consist more of poems and essays. Of course, you can also think of it as our dear author Christopher starting to fantasize about his beautiful world with his lover. Anyway, let's start learning."

Harry once again enjoyed a fulfilling academic life, gaining a profound understanding for the first time of the meaning of doors and walls, and of the nature and power of the so-called "Revelation."

[Doors and Walls LV1]: "The lock seeks the key, the wall seeks the door, and he who wishes to pass through will eventually realize that they are not our servants." — William Harris (Sexual nature: 2 Revelation, 1 Casting)

Harry held the stack of bound manuscripts, reading them carefully while protecting his wallet from a passing thief who might steal his valuables, even though he didn't actually have anything of value on him.

"We'll probably be staying at a hotel tonight. We don't have any identification, so we'll have to use a Confusion Charm to try and confuse the situation. Remember not to go out or make a sound tonight. If the hotel staff notice something's wrong, our operation might run into some minor trouble."

Red reminded them that while being exposed at this point wasn't a big problem—after all, they could cast spells for this kind of situation without wands—it wouldn't be good if they were targeted by some troublesome people.

Harry nodded seriously, and the two of them checked into a relatively clean and tidy hotel without any problems. Red paid the full room rate.

"Can you guess where that alchemy master is located in Devon?"

Harry couldn't guess exactly where it was, but with his senses, he instinctively pointed to a spot where the discordant magic was particularly noticeable, so much so that Harry wondered if this was really a secluded place.

"Of course, you're looking at it from the perspective of a great wizard, so naturally you can see many different things. Harry... ordinary wizards don't have your abilities. Besides, this is England, where Dumbledore is in charge. If anyone really wanted to do something to Nicolas Flamel, Dumbledore would make them kneel down and repent on the spot. Of course, he might not even give them that chance."

Harry nodded repeatedly as he listened, but he still didn't understand why Red would say it would take three days to do this.

"First, we need to resupply in Devon. After all, our journey won't be entirely on the main roads. We'll inevitably have to travel along sections or even several where we can't resupply at all. So we must be prepared. The Silent Bookstore isn't a magic bullet for us."

"Secondly, Harry... Master Nicolas Flamel is one of the greatest alchemists of our time. Do you really think his house wouldn't have any security measures in place?"

Harry instantly understood why Red had let him learn Nightwalking first, and why Red had said it was the most suitable type of great magic for thieves, merchants, and messengers.

"Of course, we're not just barging in, but we should at least show some semblance of professionalism when we're visiting, right? Don't go around talking about visiting when you don't even know which way their front door faces..."

Harry wholeheartedly agreed. They wanted to visit a master alchemist, not be fooled like children, so it was essential to demonstrate their abilities appropriately.

So Harry settled down in the hotel chair and started reading, while Red was in charge of buying necessary supplies such as food, which he planned to store at the Silent Bookstore for future use.

The next day, Reid used his magic to infiltrate Devonshire's underground black market and found an opportunity to buy some 'worldly weapons'. Although their lethality was average, they were easy to conceal and carry. He didn't think his journey would necessarily be smooth sailing.

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[Trace: 1] (Any action will leave a trace, but at this moment the Death Eaters are completely unaware of the anomaly.)