Bring a fairy tale to Hogwarts!

Harry didn't understand what Victor meant, and simply took the pocket watch blankly before Hagrid led him away. Of course, before Harry left, Dumbledore and Scrimgeour carefully examined the pocket watch to make sure it wasn't tainted with any evil curse.

Harry disappeared into the street outside the Leaky Cauldron. It's said that it wasn't until Aunt Petunia yelled in his face that he realized—'Ah, so magic really wasn't a dream after all.'

But none of this had anything to do with the people in the Leaky Cauldron.

While Harry was on the subway, they had already come out of the Leaky Cauldron and, at Victor's invitation, were going to check out his neighborhood.

However, what they didn't expect was that the method of "going" would be quite unusual.

It is neither a Floo fan nor an Apparition.

The sky in London is overcast all year round, and today was no exception. As the three men emerged from the Leaky Cauldron, a fine drizzle had already settled, clinging to their top hats and capes. Their attire was completely out of place among the other pedestrians on the London streets.

But these pedestrians are used to it. There are plenty of mavericks in London, so these few are nothing new.

The three of them then followed Victor's instructions and began to stroll in the rain, walking down the street.

However, Scrimgeour lost patience after walking for a short while.

Rufus Scrimgeour, the Head of the Auror Office at the Ministry of Magic, resembled an old lion, with tan hair, thick eyebrows, and gold-rimmed glasses. However, despite his dashing and powerful features, he now had thick dark circles under his eyes, clearly indicating he wasn't in good spirits.

This is because, ever since Dumbledore brought news of Harry Potter's disappearance to the Ministry of Magic last night, all the Aurors have been mobilized to search for him throughout the night, fearing that the Savior might be harmed in their hands.

But no matter how they searched or what magic they used, they couldn't find it.

This is really weird.

Scrimgeour was forced to stay up all night, and his expression naturally wasn't good.

After walking in the rain for a while, he couldn't help but ask stiffly, "How are we going to get there? By taking the Muggle subway?"

"Let's go," Victor said succinctly.

"Do you live around here?"

"No. The house is now hundreds of miles away, almost in Scotland. But since I haven't found a way to connect the fireplace to the filament network, I'll have to use a more ancient method."

"For example—like this."

Before Scringer could look at him with a surprised expression and ask, "Are we going to Scotland?!" the scenery around them had already subtly changed. Wisps of fog swirled around them, growing thicker with each step they took, blurring the figures of passersby just meters away.

When Scringer noticed this, he also noticed that the pedestrians seemed to have disappeared from their sight.

Blurred figures passed by on either side of them, seemingly existing in a different time and space, moving forward on their own through the mist. No matter what Scrimgeour did, they acted as if they couldn't see it, busy with their own affairs.

The figures passing by grew fainter and fainter, but gradually they not only passed by on both sides of them, but also got closer and closer to them.

Scrimgeour felt like he was walking in some kind of narrow passage, having to struggle to walk sideways to avoid these figures—but no matter what, they seemed to be unable to see him.

Finally, a woman suddenly appeared in front of him and walked straight towards him.

Walking through the rain, her figure stood out from the others, clearer and more real.

The woman was dressed in the typical London style: a black trench coat and a black round hat. But in the fog and raindrops, her features blended into the grey, giving her an eerie air.

She walked straight ahead, getting closer and closer to Scrimgeour...

She was about to bump into him.

At this moment, looking at the woman in the rain, a strange sense of oppression and fear arose in Scrimgeour's heart, making him involuntarily want to close his eyes and avoid looking into her eyes.

But his experience as an Auror ignited a sudden, inexplicable rage within him, and he abruptly drew his wand from his waist:

"They'll all be petrified!"

A bright red light streaked across the gloomy fog, instantly illuminating everything around him and blinding Scrimgeour. Yet he still breathed heavily, trying to understand what had happened—

But after the flash of the spell subsided, he suddenly found himself in a dark, misty jungle.

The woman's figure also vanished without a trace.

It was as if those figures from before were all an illusion.

"What?" Scrimgeour's hand stopped.

When he turned his head, he found Victor and Dumbledore still beside him, both looking up at him, one expressionless and the other somewhat serious.

The appearance of these two people gradually calmed his chaotic thoughts, and his rationality gradually returned to clarity.

"This is your magic?!" Scrimgeour frowned at Victor, gripping his wand tightly. "Are we leaving London now?"

Victor nodded slightly, not surprised at all:

"That's right."

"How did he do that? This is impossible!" Scrimgeour turned his head in disbelief, looking at the gray sky above and then at the twisted branches of the trees around him. He felt that his previous concept of magic had been completely overturned.

Just a few steps, and you're in another place from London?!

However, Dumbledore was not as excited as him, and looked thoughtful.

"Another application of teleportation magic. Yes, the essence of magic hasn't changed, only the way it's cast has..."

"A unique invention, is it some kind of ancient Slavic magic? I haven't seen any information about it yet. But it's really inspiring and ingenious. It could be a research puzzle for me for several years."

"Sorry, I was lost in thought," Dumbledore snapped out of his reverie, smiling at Victor. "Mr. Vanderbom, you wouldn't mind enlightening this old man, would you? How did we get here?"

"As long as you have the key and a clear enough conviction, you can walk straight back," Victor explained casually, taking an antique brass key from his pocket and waving it in front of Dumbledore.

"Because everyone's inner thoughts are different, some people will see special illusions in the fog."

"That sounds a lot like some kind of magic at our school," Dumbledore chuckled. "I remember once I was in a really urgent need to go to the bathroom at school, and a door inexplicably appeared at the end of the corridor, and inside were all sorts of toilets."

"They're all magic related to wishes..."

Scrimgeour frowned, and couldn't help but ask again, "Was seeing a woman in dark clothes also an illusion?"

A woman in dark clothes?

Victor raised an eyebrow, looked him over carefully, and then said slowly:

"no."

"You may have only seen the shadow of a friend of mine. She loved walking in the rain."