allendalepharm Chapter 8: He must have had a very hard life, probably scavenging for food in some garbage can.
Chapter 8: He must have had a very hard life, probably scavenging for food in some garbage can.
dong dong dong.
Professor McGonagall waited a while, and soon someone she knew well opened the door.
"Who are you looking for?" Harry asked her politely.
"Hello Harry, long time no see. I'm looking for a young man named Kaneheath, about your age," Professor McGonagall said, pulling an envelope from her pocket and handing it to Harry.
"I brought this for you while I was at it."
After speaking, she politely bypassed the room Harry had entered, and politely stopped in the entryway to wait for the two adults in the house to come out.
"And you are?" Vernon, who was on leave today, came out and politely asked Professor McGonagall, who was dressed in a very elegant and sophisticated manner.
"I am Minerva McGonagall, the Vice-Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am here to inquire about a missing young wizard, Kaneheath, and to deliver Harry Potter's acceptance letter," Professor McGonagall stated frankly.
"We won't send them to a freak school. You can leave now. This house doesn't welcome you." The moment Vernon heard the words "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," he seemed to have PTSD and instinctively wanted Professor McGonagall to get out of there.
"The will of the guardians of the wizarding world is merely an opinion; the real decision-making power lies with the wizards themselves. And even if you don't want your two children to go to Hogwarts, you should at least know where Mr. Heath is right now, shouldn't you?"
Professor McGonagall walked down toward Vernon, eventually forcing him into the living room before stopping.
"I've already called the police on that annoying brat Kanehis. They'll find him. You don't need to cause trouble here," Vernon said, forcing himself to stay calm.
"No, let her investigate. She can find out." Penelope Desley heard the commotion downstairs and quickly came down. After listening to the whole story for a while, she said hurriedly.
"Penny... sigh." Vernon sighed, returned to his usual sofa, turned the TV volume up to the maximum, and muttered angrily, "Two freaks. Now one freak is gone, and now another one has arrived."
Professor McGonagall simply waved her wand to shield her, Harry, and Petunia from the noise.
"Can you find Kane?" Harry asked firmly.
"Perhaps...do any of you have anything that has been tainted by Kane's power? Clothes, his personal jewelry, or his room, his paintings?"
Harry and Petunia exchanged a glance and shook their heads. Suddenly, Harry remembered something, went back to his small room at the bottom of the stairs, and took out the clothes he had worn that night when he chased Kane.
These clothes haven't been washed yet, and there should still be traces of Kane using Shadow on the shoulders.
"Look, are there any marks on your shoulders?" Harry handed the clothes to Professor McGonagall.
Professor McGonagall flicked her wand across her clothes and, sure enough, drew out a wisp of shadow from her heart. In an instant, the shadow flew toward Hogwarts and vanished in the blink of an eye.
"Um... Professor, this..." Harry was a little confused by what he saw, while Petunia, who was watching with a forced smile, slowly took a half step back.
"All I can say is that Mr. Heath is at least still alive," Professor McGonagall said carefully.
"Yeah. He's so strong, he'll definitely survive, but he probably won't be doing very well. It's lunchtime now, he's probably rummaging through trash cans in some corner..." Harry said pessimistically about these things that hadn't actually happened.
He quickly turned to Professor McGonagall: "Can you find him?"
"That's for sure. Even if I couldn't help it, Dumbledore wouldn't ignore a missing young wizard," Professor McGonagall assured him.
"Then Professor, I'm sure I'll see him at some Hogwarts someday too," Harry said, waving his acceptance letter.
"Yes, you think..." Professor McGonagall asked doubtfully.
"I'm going to knock his teeth out!" Harry said viciously.
Professor McGonagall savored that sliver of pure, dark magic and thought Harry was a daring and ambitious young man.
Then she looked at Penny: "This child needs a room, his own clothes, and to enroll in Hogwarts. Of course, this is just a suggestion."
"This is impossible!" Vernon, who was watching TV, suddenly roared in fury.
Professor McGonagall glanced at him.
"Alright, alright, Penny, go and prepare a room for Mr. Potter." Vernon's voice softened a little.
"And..." Professor McGonagall continued.
"We'll decide which school he goes to, but we'll only allow him to leave this house; we won't concern ourselves with anything else."
This is Vernon's bottom line; he probably wouldn't want to go to a place with some wizards to buy textbooks for Harry or attend any parent-teacher conferences, even if it meant his death.
"I'll arrange for someone to take your place," Professor McGonagall said, turning back to Harry. "Tomorrow morning, someone from the Weasley family will come to help you buy what you need for school. They're all top-notch people, distinguished by their red hair."
"I understand, Professor." Harry nodded.
After Professor McGonagall left, she Apparated back to Hogsmeade Village and then found a secret passage to return directly to Hogwarts Castle.
The young wizard has gone missing, and this young wizard's magic is a very strong form of dark magic. It is necessary to have a serious talk with Dumbledore about this.
She soon entered Dumbledore's office, where two cups of black tea and a crystal ball were placed on his desk.
"Dumbledore, about this matter..."
Dumbledore flicked his finger to shush: "A missing little wizard with traces of dark magic, I know him."
"Do you know why you're still sitting here?" Professor McGonagall asked seriously, arms crossed.
"Because I found him and brought him back, and now he's treasure hunting in the Forbidden Forest."
As Dumbledore said this, Professor McGonagall stepped closer and looked at the crystal ball placed in the center of the desk.
The scene inside was Kane and Hagrid in the Forbidden Forest.
By this time, they had been wandering around the forbidden forest for a while.
"So... Kane, are you really sure there are those so-called tree spirits in the Forbidden Forest?" Hagrid asked, panting heavily.
Kane shook his head: "Not sure."
"Okay, I had the same wild ideas when I was eleven. I totally understand you now. Let me rephrase the question: What do you want with the tree spirit?"
Hagrid then asked.
"I want to kill the tree spirit and take the living wood from its body to make materials for my wand," Kane said very frankly.
"The problem is... Kane, we might not have any dryads here," Hagrid said bitterly.
"Don't worry, I have a plan." Kane took out an acorn, which he had completely corrupted with his shadow. Once the tree grows up, it will definitely belong to the tree spirit.
All that's missing now is the magic to make the seeds sprout and grow quickly.
Hagrid happens to possess this magic.
"What are they doing in that little pit?" Professor McGonagall frowned as she watched Kane and Hagrid squatting on the ground, digging and digging.
"I don't know either, maybe it's for planting trees in the Forbidden Forest..." Dumbledore, who had been smiling, suddenly stopped and stared blankly at the scene in the crystal ball: "What is this?"