MM Racing Chapter 138 Scorching Heat and Undercurrents
Chapter 138 Scorching Heat and Undercurrents
Chapter 138 Scorching Heat and Undercurrents
The summer of 1995 was the hottest in England in nearly 70 years.
The sunlight baked the green plants until they turned yellow, and the sweltering heat in the air made all living things feel drowsy.
Air conditioning was not yet widespread in this era.
Apart from the wealthiest Dursley family, everyone else on Privet Drive had to retreat to their own homes and leave their doors and windows wide open.
The neighbors had no idea why the Dursleys had suddenly become wealthy; all they knew was that a strange, dark-haired boy had once lived in their home.
Rumors circulated that the dark-haired boy was actually the autistic nephew of the Dursleyan matriarch, and that he would often disappear suddenly starting in September and not reappear until the following summer.
Strangely, from the summer before last until mid-August of this year, the boy's face never reappeared in the Little Huijin area.
......
"He might have been arrested, you know? I'm saying he's definitely going to jail."
"Where did you get this information from?"
"You forgot? That boy went to the St. Brutus Juvenile Correctional Institution before. What good is a person who goes to a place like that for discipline?"
"Shh! Don't talk nonsense. It wouldn't be good if the Dursleys heard you."
“What’s there to be afraid of? He’s not related to the Dursleys by blood. And haven’t you heard? It seems the Dursleys are moving out of here, just like Mrs. Figg did last year.”
Mrs. Figg?
"Yes, it's Arabella Figg, the old woman who lives next to Describinger and loves cats."
“Oh, I remember now, but didn’t she go to live with relatives because she was old? Why would the Dursleys move away for no reason?”
"I'm rich! If God could give me £30, I'd move to a better location... no! Ideally, I'd become a millionaire and buy a house on Oxford Street or Regent Street!"
......
There are new versions of gossip almost every day.
The Dursleys had absolutely no intention of moving away from Little Huiglin.
After their family learned from Harry in June that Voldemort had been killed, they no longer needed to leave as they had in the original story.
The house in Little Huijin wasn't bad, and Vernon had poured a lot of emotion into it. For a small-time tycoon like him, the joy of being a "big fish in a small pond" was far greater than the frustration of being a "small fish in a big pond."
On the other hand, as for Harry himself...
For the past few months, he has indeed been traveling back and forth between Oxford Street and Regent Street in London.
Now that Voldemort is dead and Sirius Black has been exonerated, what should a young wizard, free from worries and in the prime of his youth, do?
Studying for the OWLs exam?
Are you kidding me? His grades have always been among the best.
So...making money?
Please, even if Sirius Black marries and has children with someone in the future, he could live comfortably for centuries on the Potter family fortune alone. Besides, with Lily Insurance thriving and a seasoned veteran like Lucius Malfoy managing the business, why would Harry want to be a commoner?
The only remaining important matter seems to be the path of studying advanced magic.
However... alchemy is obscure and profound, and traces of ancient magic are hard to find all over the world. Compared to falling in love, these two things are really hard for him to be interested in.
After much thought, I still think dating Hermione every day is the most fun.
"Yes, that's it! So... where should we go and what should we do today?"
After a brief internal struggle, Harry, still fixing his hair in front of the mirror, started making plans for their last date before school started. However, before he could decide what to have for dinner, Dobby's anxious voice came from near the stairs outside the door.
"Sir! Mr. Harry Potter! Here is a letter for you!"
Deng!Deng!Deng!Deng!
As Dobby's two comical boots, one white and one black, slammed heavily onto the steps, Kreacher, who was in charge of looking after the Black family and the house, also turned grim.
Unlike when Sirius first moved back to his hometown, Kreacher is in much better spirits now. Around his neck hangs something exactly like Salazar Slytherin's locket, the very same Horcrux Regulus made before his self-sacrifice.
"Ah... such an ill-mannered fellow, daring to call his master by his own name... what a disgrace to house-elves... a disgrace!"
Kreacher cursed.
He retrieved a broom and mop from the nearest storage room and began cleaning in the direction Dobby had run upstairs, his face full of disdain.
Once upon a time, the ancient and noble Black family was the most prosperous and wealthy pure-blood wizarding family in England. At their peak, many ordinary or prominent wizarding families in Europe were related to them by blood, whether closely or distantly.
At that time, the Black family was practically synonymous with status and wealth; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call them the head of the Twenty-Eight Sacred Clans.
Unfortunately, even in the magical world, wizards still have to follow the laws of rise and fall, and the waxing and waning of the moon.
The complex web of close and distant relatives increases the difficulty for the heir to find a suitable wife, while the extreme pursuit of pure bloodline keeps suitable mixed-race witches out of the running.
As a result, under the combined influence of historical cycles and Voldemort, the Black family, lacking a male heir, gradually declined and fell into decline.
By the 1970s and 80s, with the sacrifice of Regulus and the imprisonment of Sirius, this once-prosperous surname seemed to be only a matter of time before it became extinct.
House-elves without a master to serve them are undoubtedly pitiful.
Living a life confined to a vast, empty house, where he could only converse with portraits each day, Kreacher became twisted and eccentric.
The pain of being unable to destroy the Horcrux, coupled with the guilt of not being able to witness the continuation of the Black family line, plunged him into a torment that could not be stopped at any moment.
Just when all hope seemed to have vanished, a piece of news shocked the European magical world like a bolt from the blue.
Sirius Black, the eldest son who had been expelled from the family, has actually escaped from Azkaban!
What incredible news!
There are still members of the Blake family alive! There are still men in their family alive!
Although that guy never believed in pure-blood dogma, at least Kreacher has a master now!
......
According to the original plot, starting in 1994, Sirius Black, who hates his family of origin, and Kreacher, who has become mentally unstable, will live together in a very twisted way.
They disliked each other, yet were unwilling to set aside their prejudices and resolve their conflicts.
Over time, through a series of unfortunate coincidences, the last male member of the Black family was betrayed by his own elf for multiple reasons and died in the War of the Mysteries.
......
Mo Ran was unaware of the unrevealed subplots in the film, but fortunately, since he traveled to the magical world, the Harry Potter story had already undergone tremendous changes.
Having learned the secret of the Horcruxes beforehand, Harry showed Regulus heroic respect after moving into 12 Grimmauld Place, London. He gave Regulus's belongings to Kreacher as a token of gratitude for everything the latter had done.
This action not only redeemed Kreacher, but also made Sirius more deeply aware of how absurd his past mistakes had been.
It turns out that his brother, who had joined the Death Eaters, wasn't such a despicable scoundrel after all. In the fight against Voldemort, Regulus contributed more than many other members of the Order of the Phoenix.
It is said that once the gears of fate begin to turn, they will move forward in a new direction without looking back.
Whether Sirius Black will face mortal danger in the future remains to be seen, but now that Voldemort is dead and many hidden dangers have been eliminated, he will certainly not follow the same tragic path as in the original story.
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"A letter? Oh, is it an order for textbooks and school supplies for the new term at Hogwarts? Just put it on your bedside table."
"No, sir! This letter is not from Hogwarts! It comes from the Ministry of Magic!"
Seeing Dobby's flustered expression, Harry frowned, stopped what he was doing, and opened the white envelope with a large "M" printed on it to read.
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Dear Mr. Potter:
On the evening of June 24, 1995, we detected through our tracking system that you were frequently casting a large amount of magic in the Little Hangleton area, which is far from Hogwarts.
Although your spellcasting process was not witnessed by Muggles, your actions seriously violated the "Law on Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards" and the "International Confederation of Wizards' Secrecy Law".
Therefore, we regret to inform you that you must appear before the Ministry of Magic at 9:8 a.m. on August 20th.
Please take good care of yourself.
Your faithful
Mafalda Hopkirk
Ministry of Magic Office Prohibits Misuse of Magic
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"What the fuck?"
Harry's voice was shrill, like that of a house-elf, which led Kreacher and Sirius to mistakenly believe that the swear words had come from Dobby.
From a cultural perspective, the British typically use words like "Hell" or "Bloody Hell" when swearing or venting their emotions. Only in rare cases would they use such rude language as "tacky" Americans.
After reading the letter in his hand three times, Harry, who was already laughing in exasperation, handed it to Dobby, who looked completely bewildered.
"Sir, what happened...?"
"what?!"
A horn, even sharper and louder than Harry's earlier blast, resounded throughout Number 12 Grimmauld Place, and the sound showed no signs of stopping as Sirius and Kreacher rushed to Harry's room.
"How could they treat Harry Potter like that! Harry Potter is a hero of the wizarding world; he was up against Voldemort!"
"What happened, Harry?"
Sirius, who had just gotten out of bed, rushed over with disheveled hair.
Harry didn't explain anything to his godfather. He pointed to the envelope in Dobby's hand, then waved his arm and sent the clothes he had picked out for his date with Hermione back to the closet.
Shirts, T-shirts, and robes often worn by wizards fluttered in the air. After a brief silence, Sirius raised his head and asked with a cold expression.
"When was this letter delivered? Are there any other letters, Dobby?"
“There’s no other letter, sir. Dobby just saw an owl circling outside the door, looking lost, so he brought the letter over.”
More truthful replies.
Upon hearing the word "lost," Sirius breathed a sigh of relief. He handed the letter to Kreacher behind him, then left with a "Wait a minute," and strode downstairs.
Hedwig.
Harry called out:
"Deliver the letter to Hermione's house, and come back immediately after you've delivered it. Don't do anything else along the way."
While he was speaking, the shorthand quill pen that had been confiscated from Rita Skeeter earlier jumped out of the drawer.
After writing the eight words "Plans changed, date canceled" on the paper, it stopped. Clearly, after Harry's modification, it had become a concise and pragmatic magical artifact.