boyutpedia Chapter 132 The Walrus in the Circus... It's Not Impossible [4K]
Chapter 132 The Walrus in the Circus... It's Not Impossible [4K]
Chapter 132 The Walrus in the Circus... It's Not Impossible [4K]
"No, thank you, I'm already full." Lupin smiled awkwardly, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and thought to himself that it was a bit strange for an adult like himself to be treated to dinner by two second-year Hogwarts wizards.
Speaking of Harry's question about why Lupin was doing so poorly, to be honest, Kane was the one who was most puzzled.
I didn't ask earlier because I thought Harry could do it for me, but now that Harry has suddenly become so emotionally intelligent and doesn't want to continue, I'll have to speak up myself.
"I remember you worked in a manufacturing plant, didn't you? How did things get to this point?"
Lupin shrugged helplessly: "Well, I got fired. It's that simple."
"When did this happen?"
"About half a month? It's a pity I haven't found a new job yet." Lupin's face flushed even more as he said this, as if he were about to catch fire.
"Alright..." Kane nodded. "But for the foreseeable future, at least until next September, your situation will improve. Let me think, you just need to... endure another nine months."
Lupin subconsciously shook his head upon hearing Kane's words: "Actually, that won't happen. Next year, I might try going to other countries, or I might try performing with a magic circus. That's the kind of work someone like me can only find."
After listening for a long time, Harry could only make out that Mr. Lupin seemed to be qualified to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next year. Although he didn't know why Kane and the others were certain that the professorship would be vacant next year, the important thing now was that the down-on-his-luck gentleman in front of him did not want to take the position.
"You're not afraid of that curse, are you?" Harry thought about it and realized that was the only possibility. He decided to ask anyway.
"Just call me Lupin, or you can call me Remus if you prefer. It has nothing to do with my position; it's just some personal reasons."
Perhaps it was this way of questioning Lupin by checking the water clock that made him uncomfortable, or perhaps he was afraid that telling the truth would make these two kind young wizards really upset for a while, and would even turn their kindness into disgust.
Lupin felt it was time for him to leave.
Of course, there was one more thing before he left: "By the way, you're all from Gryffindor, right?"
"Hmm." Kane nodded.
"Then there's no problem. I'll make up for today's meal when I have the money, don't worry." After saying that, Lu Ping suddenly remembered something: "That receipt..."
"Here you go." Kane handed over the receipt. After all, Lupin had said so, and if he didn't hand over the receipt, he would really be acting like a condescending almsgiver.
After Lupin left, Kane and Harry rested in the fast food restaurant for a while longer, since riding a flying broomstick was indeed a big chore for their butts.
About half an hour later, they left the fast food restaurant, hailed a taxi, and headed towards the zoo.
Of course, neither of them had any intention of seeing the animals; they were just scouting the area.
The two had been scouting the area for about four hours since they left the restaurant at noon, until the sun was setting, but they still hadn't found a suitable and reliable walrus.
In short, they visited three zoos in total. The first zoo's walrus, due to unforeseen circumstances, is now, unsurprisingly, an inanimate object.
The second family's walrus got sick and was airlifted to another city for medical treatment. The third family's walrus was in a similar situation and was airlifted to another city to give birth.
As evening fell, the streetlights in London came on, and Kane and Harry wandered aimlessly through the streets. Fortunately, they both had scarves made by Mrs. Weasley, and Kane also had a thermal stone, so it would be difficult for him to freeze to death at this temperature.
"If nothing unexpected happens, we might really be going to the Arctic," Harry sighed helplessly.
"Ah, relax, stop sighing. At least we won't be sleeping on the streets unless something unexpected happens. After all, we have plenty of money." Kane gestured for Harry to stop saying such discouraging things.
Besides, the Christmas holiday is so long, so why not take a few more days off?
Right now, the most important thing is to find a place to get a good night's sleep. Kane might not be killed by Charlie's touch now, but the probability of him freezing to death is still very high.
In a sense, although people in the Eternal Realm teeter on the edge of life and death every day and seem incredibly resilient, they are surprisingly pretentious.
She's afraid of the cold, the heat, the dark, and dampness, and she's also timid. She starts to lose her mind when she sees anything slightly scary.
Each one exists in a duality of being able to survive and being fragile.
Kane sighed and casually walked with Harry toward a rather grand-looking hotel not far away.
"Speaking of Kane, given our age, the hotel probably won't let us check in, right?" Harry suddenly blurted out.
"Almost, but don't panic. Have you forgotten you're a wizard? Take out the invisibility cloak."
As soon as Kane finished speaking, Harry casually shrugged: "I figured we wouldn't have Filch or any professors outside Hogwarts, so I didn't bring any. I left them with Ron and Hermione."
After listening to Harry's words, Kane remained silent for about three seconds before finally bursting out laughing.
"Filch is still serving as a statue in the infirmary to ward off evil spirits, what are you going to do with him at Hogwarts? Besides, what we're here to do is sneakily pull walrus tusks, isn't it more dangerous for us to do it?"
"Then what do we do...climb the wall?" Harry came up with a terrible idea.
"Of course not." Kane sighed, still leading Harry towards the hotel. Fortunately, the sun had completely set, and the trees planted next to the hotel blocked most of the streetlights' light, so if conditions allowed...
Kane was ready, and the moment he led Harry into the hotel lobby, the shadow beneath his feet filled the entire first floor without him even needing to use it.
It was pitch black for everyone. People on the sofa and those using computers at the front desk could only see darkness for a moment, and they thought they were blind.
Fortunately, their vision returned in an instant, as if the pitch-black scene was just a nightmare.
The two uninvited guests had already boarded the hotel elevator. Kane stood in front of the elevator doors, waiting for it to take them to a random floor. Then, all they had to do was open the Aloho Cave and they could enjoy a free room for a good night's rest.
Just as Kane was beginning to imagine a good night's sleep, Harry suddenly patted his arm from behind.
"What's wrong?" Kane turned around instinctively and then saw a circus poster in Harry's hand.
The poster shows a tusked walrus wearing a beret leading two calves jumping through hoops of fire...
If all goes well, their circus tent is in the park not far away. Tonight will be their last performance, and they will leave on time the next morning.
Kane couldn't help but give a strange smile as he looked at the poster.
What was that saying again? How can this not be considered a case of "better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early"?
Meanwhile, on the other side of London, in the underground Ministry of Magic, Nymphadora Tonks, a distinguished graduate of Hogwarts, was not so happy; on the contrary, she was somber.
Her body, exhausted from a long day at work and having to work the night shift, was completely taken over by adrenaline. Holding a report, she strode to Director Auror's office.
"This is the report on the dark magic fluctuations from the Tulip Inn. It's exactly the same as the one we got Professor Dumbledore's help with a year ago, except... the dark magic fluctuations are stronger now."
Tonks slammed the report onto the desk of Kingsley Schalke, the deputy director on duty in the Auror office. His tired but determined eyes looked at Kingsley as if to say, "Let's quickly gather our forces and eliminate this major threat."
Of course, this is just Kingsley's opinion; his true thoughts may not be so... solid.
In short, unlike Tonks, Kingsley had a completely different feeling. After all, Kane had been enrolled at Hogwarts for almost two years, and who in the upper echelons of the wizarding world didn't know that this kid was Dumbledore's henchman?
Although Dumbledore had many henchmen, with at least one in almost every class of students, and none of them fared particularly well—those who became Dark Lords went to prison, those who became professors are now constantly being criticized while still teaching, those who fought against the Dark Lord were killed by him, and those who kept animals ended up keeping animals...
There was only one Master of Fantastic Beasts who retired successfully, reaping praise and fame. However, it is said that because Dumbledore considered him his favorite student, a certain Dark Lord harbored a grudge against him and wished to devour him alive.
But these people all have one thing in common: Dumbledore really helped when something happened. He changed the death sentence to imprisonment and there was no guard for the Dark Lord. Who knows if the old man will go out for a walk on his own when nothing happens?
Hagrid, whose pet killed someone during his childhood, is still living peacefully at Hogwarts, and the wand he broke back then has been repaired.
When Snape, a Death Eater, was exonerated so easily, without even bothering with a trial, he was just a "good" worker at the Ministry of Magic...
I understand everything I understand.
Dumbledore is currently at the height of his power. Although we don't know why Kane suddenly left Hogwarts and used dark magic on a large scale, judging from the on-site reports, there were no casualties, not even a fly died.
Leading people to arrest people on your own shows a lack of respect for Dumbledore. If you don't respect Dumbledore, Dumbledore and Fudge won't be happy. If Dumbledore and Fudge are unhappy, how can you, as the link between the Ministry of Magic and the Phoenix Society, make progress in both areas?
So the real question now is what kind of words to use to make Tonks... not make such a fuss.
That's quite a challenge.
"I see..." Kingsley began quietly.
Tonks nodded quickly, and secretly pinched himself hard with his fingernails a couple of times to wake himself up.
"You...you go to the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters first, and find the Memory Erasure Command Center to erase the memories of the Muggles who witnessed the dark magic."
"Yes!" Tonks immediately agreed, then turned back before leaving and asked, "And then?"
Kingsley put down the newspaper he was about to pick up again: "Then, of course, I'll find other more professional people, such as... Professor Dumbledore, or Professor McGonagall. After all, we can't just lock a young wizard in Azkaban because he used magic outside of school."
Tonks nodded, and just as he was about to leave, another intern brought over a report exactly like Tonks' and slammed it on Kingsley's desk. It was still an extremely urgent matter.
"I already know about this." Kingsley spread his hands helplessly, wondering if the machine that was responsible for alerting against black magic today was broken.
"No, Director, this is the second time."
Kingsley's expression turned somewhat awkward.
Although the Ministry of Magic might be seen as no different from a toy by those powerful wizards, those powerful wizards refer to figures like Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and Tom Riddle, who occupy a niche in the world.
For a second-year wizard, I've already been quite considerate. I even adjusted the threshold for the dark magic warning beforehand. The alarms didn't go off when Kane and Lockhart were secretly making shadows and tentacles.
This time... Dumbledore could tolerate it, but the Ministry of Magic couldn't!
He was determined to uphold the Auror's bottom line of justice and hand Kane over to Hogwarts for Dumbledore's trial.
As for why it wasn't Wizengamot, the Broken Wand, or Azkaban... well, it's work, you have to improve!
Meanwhile, Kane and Harry, upon seeing the poster in the elevator, immediately got off at the nearest elevator and took another elevator back to the lobby on the first floor.
"We just did your... uh... shadow again? Won't that scare them?" Harry looked at the hotel, which still looked terrified after Kane's shadow had obscured their vision. He wondered if the hotel had suddenly become haunted.
Otherwise, why would everyone in the entire hall be unable to see anything at the same time?
Harry, being kind-hearted, naturally couldn't stand these things, but Kane was different; he was a little bit shrewish, so he didn't have any particular psychological burden about them.
Hermione had occasionally read some books on magical law before, so she knew that some wizards might come to help them erase their memories, which made her feel even less guilty.
They don't even have psychological trauma.
After another period of darkness, Kane and Harry emerged from the hotel. The latter finally managed to find his words and said, "I mean, I understand we needed to hide from the front desk to sneak into the hotel, but why do we need to use Shadow to leave now?"
Harry had just finished asking the question when another magnetic voice came from above: "Well, to be honest, I'm curious too. I think you need to explain this to the Aurors at the Ministry of Magic."
Kane looked up and saw Kingsley.