Li Feng found the little boy before him somewhat familiar and asked instinctively, "Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived?"
The little boy looked curiously at the Portal and the Chamber of Secrets beyond it, then nodded, admitting that he was the lucky protagonist of this world.
Although he knew he was in a magical world where he could witness all kinds of wondrous magic, Harry was still curious about the swirling orange-yellow doorway.
Especially after seeing Li Feng emerge from the Portal with his own eyes, Harry understood that it was a type of spatial magic. He wanted to learn it too. Once he did, he would no longer have to spend every holiday locked in that cramped little room. He could go out for a stroll whenever he wanted. How great would that be?
"Good evening, sir. What kind of magic is this? Is it in the textbooks?"
Li Feng shrugged and smiled. "There's nothing about Portals in the textbooks. It's a spell unique to me." After thinking for a moment, he added, "Professor McGonagall can do it too. Dumbledore probably can as well."
Though Harry was, in Li Feng's eyes, a walking pile of Galleons, after practically looting several Death Eater households over the past while, Li Feng—whose pockets held only Galleons and no small change—was no longer short on money or knowledge. So Harry could only dream about the Portal spell he longed for. Li Feng had no interest in teaching magic to some brat.
After briefly exchanging names with Harry and considering their greetings complete, Li Feng walked straight to the bar, casually set his shoulder bag aside, and said to the innkeeper polishing glasses, "Tom, a glass of mead. Also, may I borrow your fireplace? I'm visiting Mr. Weasley's home."
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