Chapter 662: Chapter 655: Harry’s Dream_2
But after hearing Mr. Weasley’s words, she still nodded and walked ahead.
"Alright, keep up." Mr. Weasley waved his hand, and Kael and Harry quickly followed.
The people from the Ministry of Magic should all be at Dumbledore’s right now, so the group didn’t stop anywhere, heading straight from the sixth floor tea room to the waiting room on the first floor, and then outside, stopping in front of a departnt store with a "Closed for Renovation" sign hanging on it.
"No one’s here now." Mr. Weasley looked around, "Hurry, Tonks."
With that, he grabbed Harry’s arm and disappeared on the spot.
Watching this scene, Kael instinctively thought of the ti he’d been taken along in Apparition by a Phoenix, and his stomach started turning again.
"Maybe I should go by myself." Kael looked at Tonks and said, "I actually know how to Apparate."
"I know, but just to be safe, you can’t." Tonks shook her head, "Apparating is illegal for underage wizards. If soone from the Ministry of Magic sees you, you’ll be in trouble."
"But I’m already in sixth year." Kael wanted to argue, "It should be fine, right?"
"You still need to wait until after Christmas—to do it after you’ve completed the Apparition test." Tonks grabbed Kael’s arm. "Get ready."
There was another crisp sound.
When Kael opened his eyes again, he was already standing at the entrance to Zonko’s Joke Shop.
Since Apparition is forbidden at Hogwarts, Tonks could only bring him here; the sa went for Harry and Mr. Weasley.
It was already two in the morning now. Hogsade was silent, all the shops had their doors shut, and a layer of silvery-white moonlight blanketed the pointed rooftops, making everything peaceful and beautiful—a scene totally different from how it looked in the day.
The group walked along the familiar path towards Hogwarts.
Tonks was very interested in Harry being able to dream about Voldemort. Back at St Mungo’s, she’d been worried about soone eavesdropping, so she’d held her curiosity in, but now she finally had the chance to ask.
"Anyone in your family got Seer blood?" she asked curiously, "Or has there ever been a famous Prophet or sothing?"
"No," said Harry. "And I don’t think this is any kind of prophecy either."
"Fair enough," Tonks said thoughtfully. "After all, what you saw wasn’t the future, but things that are happening right now. That’s not the sa as a prophecy... Really strange, though. Maybe you’ve got so sort of special ability?"
There are always a few lucky people in the Magic Realm, wizards who are just born different—like Tonks herself, who was a tamorphmagus.
She could change her appearance at will; Transfiguration Magic that was nearly impossible for others, to her ca as easily as eating or drinking.
She assud Harry was the sa way.
"I don’t know," Harry said; he really didn’t want to discuss this topic.
Because in the dream, he’d beco Voldemort.
Thinking back on it made Harry feel sick all over. If this was a ’gift,’ he’d much rather not have it.
Luckily, at that mont, they reached the school gates.
Mr. Weasley stopped, not going any further.
"You’re safe from here on," he said. "We can’t be away from St Mungo’s too long—we need to get back soon. See you at Christmas break."
"Goodbye."
After Kael and Harry walked in through the school gates, Mr. Weasley and Tonks Disapparated again.
The school was as quiet as Hogsade. The two of them crossed the grounds and climbed the stone steps to the castle’s oak doors.
The doors were closed, but that wasn’t a problem; Kael took out his wand and easily cracked open a gap.
"Take a look over here, Mrs Norris..."
Filch’s voice ca from upstairs, sounding jarringly harsh in the silent castle.
"Crap, it’s Filch..." Harry lifted his head nervously. "Will he find out we’re not in our dorms?"
"Don’t worry. Filch can’t go check the dormitories for who’s out of bed," Kael said. "He’s probably just doing his usual night rounds... Did you bring the Invisibility Cloak?"
"No." Harry shook his head.
He’d been taken straight from his bed to the Headmaster’s Office. He’d even just grabbed a random robe in a hurry—no way he could have brought the Invisibility Cloak.
"How about the Disillusionnt Charm—do you know how to do it?" Kael asked. "Works just as well."
"What charm?" Harry blinked.
"Never mind, forget it," Kael said. "Okay, just follow behind . I’ll get you back to Gryffindor common room."
"You’ll get
back?" Harry suddenly rembered sothing. "Oh, I almost forgot—you’ve got an Invisibility Cloak too..."
"Nope, don’t need that." Kael grinned. "Just follow after . Keep so distance behind, but not too far—just like we did back at St Mungo’s."
"No, really—it’s fine," Harry said hurriedly.
The Hufflepuff common room was very close to the entrance hall; Kael could totally go back first. There was no need to risk going upstairs with Harry.
This way, even if they got caught, Filch could only nab him and no one else.
But before Harry could say anything more, Kael was already heading up the stairs first.
Harry’s heart leapt into his throat. Based on all his past nightti escapades, he was sure if Kael just waltzed upstairs like that, Filch would definitely catch him—and then both of them would be dood.
Harry wanted to rush to warn Kael, but he’d only made it halfway up when Kael was already on the second floor.
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