A Certain Scientific Harry Potter 10

Just because he is a wizard, does that mean he can stand above ordinary people and act lawlessly without consequence?!

"Enough, kid, stop the nonsense and make your decision!" Dawlish raised his wand, pointing it at Harry. "Since you've seen through me, I have no choice but to force your hand! Pick a foster family that suits you best according to my requirements, or else... I'll knock you unconscious and take you away right now!"

"I will make you repent..."

Harry's fists were clenched tight, the bulging veins on the back of his hands throbbing with rage, and his messy black hair began to stir without a breeze!

"Heh, repent? Kid, have you lost your mind from being too nervous?" Dawlish sneered, threatening him with a sinister tone. "I'll ask one more time, which foster family are you going to choose..."

"I said... I will definitely make you repent!!"

"Don't joke around! You stubborn brat, you'd better just come back with me quietly. Stupefy!!"

With a sharp flick of his wand, a beam of crimson light shot from the tip of Dawlish's wand, hurtling toward Harry's body!

However, Dawlish, who was wearing a wide grin, failed to notice that Harry's eyes, which had been emerald green, had already turned completely pale!!

A massive surge of magic erupted from within, and an invisible yet tangible storm began to swirl rapidly around Harry's body, tearing Dawlish's spell into shattered specks of light in an instant!

At the same time, this sinister wind seemed to have discovered its true target, howling as it swept toward Dawlish!

Deep gashes were carved into the floor, and the chandelier on the ceiling crashed down... this terrifying gale seemed intent on tearing everything it touched into pieces!!

"This... this is actually an Obscu—urghhh!!!"

Dawlish realized something was wrong, but he was instantly ensnared by the gale, and he began to scream in agony, unable to help himself!

He struggled in the wind, trying to wave his wand to free himself, but the spells he had learned seemed to have completely failed, unable to block the onslaught of the storm at all!

The terrifying wind roared and swirled, its energy acting like sharp blades as it ravaged Dawlish's body!

It snapped Dawlish's wand, shredded the trench coat he thought was so dapper, and sliced through his flesh like a thousand cuts, leaving his body covered in blood!!

"Waddiwasi!"

Suddenly, an aged but resonant voice echoed through the guest room. A moment later, Dawlish's body was launched out of the range of the wind like a cannonball, slamming heavily into the bookshelf behind him and leaving behind a blood-stained human silhouette.

"That was a close one... to think he'd dare to provoke Harry; this guy really has a death wish."

The white-haired old man in the trench coat looked back at his handiwork, his face devoid of any guilt.

"Well, the method might have been a bit rough, but it's better than being torn into mincemeat~"

After barely saving Dawlish's life, the old man turned to look at the raging storm beside Harry. With a helpless shrug, he pulled an exquisite silver ring from his pocket and slowly poked it toward Harry's forehead.

"Good grief, Harry's Obscurus really did erupt... as expected, Dumbledore's schemes never fail to impress~"

Strange to say, the wind that had just been violently trying to destroy everything began to subside upon touching the ring, and then, as if it had encountered a natural predator, it retreated back into Harry's body.

"Clear Mirror Still Water!"

As the ring touched Harry's forehead, the old man spoke, chanting a spell that sounded quite mysterious.

And... he was actually using Chinese!

"Ugh... where am I?" The spell seemed perfectly suited to Harry's condition; after only a moment, he regained his clarity.

Taking advantage of this time, the old man had already repaired the damage in the room and was busy bandaging the bleeding Dawlish, who was sprawled on the floor.

"Who are you... are you his accomplice too?" Seeing this, Harry asked the old man vigilantly.

"Accomplice? No, no, no, I wouldn't dream of teaming up with those idiots from the Ministry of Magic~" Seeing Harry's misunderstanding, the old man waved his hands in a hurry to explain. "I rushed over purely to help you. As for why I saved him... it's because if he died here, it would definitely leave you with endless trouble!"

"This..." Harry hesitated upon hearing this.

The other party was absolutely right; it wasn't even a matter of whether this guy named Dawlish died here or not—the mere fact that he died would mean Harry would definitely be in trouble!

Thinking about it this way, Harry really couldn't tell if the old man before him was a friend or a foe.

He could only stand his ground, watching warily as the old man secured Dawlish's entire body with bandages and splints before stuffing him directly into a suitcase at hand.

Hm... an old suitcase only a few dozen centimeters long, yet it could actually fit a grown man inside; the old man's abilities were clearly quite extraordinary.

"All done! Now, let's reintroduce ourselves," after finishing, the old man smiled and extended his hand toward Harry. "I am Newt, Newt Scamander, sent by Dumbledore to find you."

"You said... who?"

Hearing the name he was most wary of suddenly come from Scamander's mouth, Harry's heart pounded, unsure if he should shake that hand...

Chapter 14: The Space Ring is Returned to its Rightful Owner

"Oh my, you really have been wary of Dumbledore from the very beginning... never mind, I intended to give it to you when we shook hands, but I'll just give it to you now. Catch~"

Seeing that Harry remained guarded, Scamander didn't get annoyed. Instead, he flipped his palm and tossed the silver ring directly at Harry.

"What is this?" Harry caught it, skeptical, and asked in confusion.

"A magical device crafted using alchemy combined with an Undetectable Extension Charm—a Space Ring. This is what... er, I mean, what a friend of mine named it."

Scamander explained with a smile: "This thing can be used to store important items. If used with specific spells, it can also help calm the mind. Most importantly, it can be used to stabilize an Obscurus—the power you just used unintentionally."

"Why give it to me?" Although Mr. Scamander appeared quite friendly, Harry still harbored significant doubts.

The so-called Space Ring in his hand had a flawless silver band engraved with many exquisite patterns, and on the inside of the band, a set of letters with unknown meaning, 'L & H', was inscribed.

In any case, this ring was definitely a valuable item!

Are precious items like this just given away to people so casually?!

"I wouldn't call it a gift; it's more like returning an item to its rightful owner~" Newt Scamander revealed a smile like that of a mischievous child. "After all, as the saying goes, in those fantasy novels from other worlds, if you're out and about without a Space Ring, you'd be too embarrassed to even say hello to anyone~"

"Who exactly are you?!" Hearing Newt Scamander's joke, Harry immediately felt his internal alarm bells ringing!

This guy was not right!

Some of his mannerisms and the details in his speech were just too much like a transmigrator!

"Newt Scamander, 93 years old this year. As for my identity... I suppose you could consider me a retired bestselling author."

Newt Scamander waved his hand, signaling for Harry to calm down, before speaking slowly: "Harry, I know you are currently resistant to everything regarding the wizarding world. But I hope you understand that there are still many people in the wizarding world worth trusting..."

"Like you?" Harry stared at Newt Scamander noncommittally. "You're just like that guy from earlier, sent by Dumbledore, aren't you? Do you really think I'll trust you so easily?"

"That guy? I see, so you had a misunderstanding~" Once Newt Scamander heard this, he immediately understood what kind of blunder Harry had made, so he hurriedly explained, "That fellow is an Auror belonging to the Ministry of Magic; he wasn't sent by Dumbledore. As for why Dumbledore asked me to come, it was mainly because he was worried that you might form an Obscurus due to suppressing your magic too much."

"Obscurus..." Harry repeated Newt Scamander's words unconsciously. He had already begun to trust the other party at this point.

This 93-year-old gentleman before him was definitely stronger than that Dawlish by a dozen streets. If he really wanted to plot against him, he wouldn't need to waste so much breath!

"What an Obscurus is, there is a detailed explanation in the book I left in the ring. There is also other information in the ring; you can read it yourself when you go back. I have already lifted the spells on the others in the manor, so I cannot stay here for long."

Seeing that Harry seemed to trust him, Newt Scamander straightened his clothes in a leisurely manner, then took out his wand, preparing to cast a spell to leave.

"So... what exactly does Dumbledore mean?" Seeing the other party was about to leave, Harry hurriedly asked, "Are you saying that I must return to the wizarding world and attend his school?!"

"Regrettably, yes~" Newt Scamander nodded with a conflicted expression...

But immediately after, he suddenly laughed like a naughty child~

"Hey, scared, aren't you? Let me tell you, Dumbledore's thoughts only ever represent his own wishes. He does want you to go to Hogwarts, but your legs are on your own body. If you don't want to go, he can't exactly come over and tie you up, can he~"

"I see... but, is that really okay?"

Harry could now basically confirm that although Newt Scamander was sent by Dumbledore, he seemed to be genuinely looking out for him.

Compared to Dumbledore and the people from the Ministry of Magic, there was one essential difference: Newt Scamander allowed Harry to make his own choices!

It was just that Harry wasn't sure if he actually had the right to make such free choices.

Because as far as he knew, not only Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic, but even Prince Charles, who was currently taking such good care of him, actually harbored intentions of using him.

"Of course it's okay~" Newt Scamander smiled encouragingly, though the wrinkles on his face inexplicably revealed a trace of firmness!

"A person must make choices under conditions of freedom and equality. If it is not something you agree with, even if a wand is poked against your forehead, you must never compromise by even half a step!! By the way... I have been inspired by this sentence for nearly seventy years~"

"Mr. Scamander..." Harry felt moved; Newt Scamander's words had spoken directly to his heart.

"Sigh, you really mustn't call me Mr.!" Newt Scamander waved his hands in a panic to protest. "Although I am over ninety, I don't think I'm much older than you~"

"Fine, I won't call you that. Thank you, Newt Scamander."

"That's more like it, Harry. Be a bit more free-spirited, and your mind will be much clearer." Newt Scamander nodded with a smile, but then, as if he had suddenly thought of something, he slapped his forehead hard. "Look at me, I actually forgot the most important thing. To use that ring to stabilize an Obscurus, you still need a spell."

"A spell?"

"Clear Mirror Still Water." Newt Scamander slowly recited a phrase that was incredibly familiar to Harry.

"Clear Mirror Still Water? Isn't this just..."

Harry muttered to himself in disbelief. He never expected that after transmigrating to a foreign land, he would hear his familiar native language from his previous life again!!

"Ha, your pronunciation is indeed very standard~" Newt Scamander shrugged helplessly. "This is a spell specially created to go with that Space Ring; it needs to be activated using the Chinese language. Honestly, I don't know what that person was thinking, why they had to set such a tongue-twisting spell?"

When he said this, Newt Scamander glanced at Harry with a face full of resentment, though Harry did not see it.

"Anyway, I've said everything I needed to say... shouldn't you believe now that I am actually your friend?" Newt Scamander asked with a raised eyebrow and a smile.

"Mm-hmm~" Harry nodded like a chick pecking at rice. Too many things had happened tonight, and his mind clearly couldn't keep up.

"Well, let me teach you one more piece of knowledge before I go. A friendship like ours is described this way in the Chinese language."

Newt Scamander waved the wand in his hand, channeling his magic to envelop his entire body, while simultaneously spitting out five not-so-standard Chinese characters at Harry...

"Wo shi ni baba~"

As soon as the words fell, Newt Scamander's figure vanished rapidly, leaving Harry alone in a daze.

"Damn it! You're taking advantage of me... wait, no!"

Harry suddenly reacted, but after that, he suddenly froze.

Newt Scamander, what exactly is his background?

He appeared suddenly and showed goodwill toward him; what could his purpose be...

Chapter 15: Calling Her Sister Is Absolutely Impossible

The long-distance battle of wits between Harry, Dumbledore, and the Ministry of Magic, although temporarily ending with the Dursley family being sent to prison, the aftermath of the event did not dissipate immediately.

The eyes of all sectors in England remained focused on Harry. They were waiting, waiting for the official results of Harry's adoption to surface.

During this period, all sorts of legends were circulating.

Some said Harry would choose his own adoptive family, others said the Minister of Magic seemed to appreciate Harry Potter, and there were even rumors that the Royal Family intended to adopt Harry themselves!

Finally, after two days of anxious waiting by everyone, the British Royal Family helped Harry hold a press conference in his own name.

"According to the results of previous discussions between the Royal Family and the boy Harry Potter, Harry will select one family from one hundred enthusiastic families from all walks of life to be his adoptive family. And Prince Charles, representing the British Royal Family, makes a promise to cover all of Harry Potter's expenses until he comes of age!"

The royal press officer delivered a speech to all the media and witnesses, including Prince Charles, after which he invited Harry onto the stage.

"Harry Potter, you may now announce your choice to all the media and press friends present."

"Thank you! The adoptive family I would like to choose is... the Granger family!!"

Facing the reporters scribbling away below and the constant flashing of camera lights, Harry took a deep breath and announced his choice in a loud voice!

He chose the Grangers, who lived in the London suburbs, to be his new adoptive parents!

Harry had made this decision after careful consideration.

The Granger family had a very clean background and a transparent work history, making it highly unlikely that they were a spy family arranged by the Ministry of Magic.

Moreover, although the Grangers could only be considered an "ordinary middle-class family" in terms of composition, the couple were both well-known dentists; given the incredibly unhealthy diet of sweets and strong tea common in England, one could easily imagine the actual social status of the Grangers.

Besides, Harry still possessed some professional experience from his previous life, so he would have at least some common language with them.

As for the fact that the couple had a daughter his own age, that was absolutely not a problem for Harry.

His previous claims about it being inconvenient to live with a girl were purely a ruse to fool Dawlish because he did not want to go to the Abbott family, which was clearly a wizarding household.

However, Harry did not know at the time that his decision had, to a certain extent, truly brought a sigh of relief to both Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic.

The day after the press conference, having spent his final night at Highgrove House, Harry was personally seen off to his car by the Prince's family.

"The Grangers had said they wanted to come and pick you up themselves, but I considered that since you are their foster child, it wouldn't be right to have the adoptive parents go to such trouble, so I politely declined on their behalf."

With the parting at hand, Prince Charles's face, already showing early signs of weariness, seemed to hold a hint of reluctance: "Harry, you are a good boy, and the time spent with you has been truly pleasant. Furthermore, I must thank you; during this time, both William and Harry have learned a great deal from you."