10 Rosaceae Drive
Harry didn't say anything until Sirius knocked on the door of 4 Privet Drive.
Because he made a very outrageous decision—to have his mother speak for him.
This isn't Harry overthinking.
In fact, Harry saw Ryan again in his dream after the year-end banquet.
This meeting was brief, unlike before, when we used that pure white space as a transit point to embark on adventures in various magnificent worlds.
Although Harry suspected that Ryan did this to edit it into something like a TV series for entertainment.
But Harry knew perfectly well that this small sacrifice was far more than what Ryan had given him.
In short, this time, Ryan only needed to say a few words to enlighten him.
Even more absurdly, he woke up to find it was already daylight.
You should know that only ten minutes passed in the dream.
Harry shook his head, packing his things into the bag his father Malfoy, had given him, while continuing to reminisce about the past.
The gist of what Ryan said was that since Penelope and Kate would be in seventh grade next semester, he wouldn't have time to play any more "raising" games with Harry.
So, Ryan will install some things on him, don't be surprised.
Just now, as he was realizing the deeper meaning behind Aunt Petunia's harsh words, a virtual interface, which only he could see, appeared on his retina.
The art style was very similar to the role-playing computer games that he used to watch Dudley play.
Follow one tedious task after another, experiencing the story written by the creator.
Just now, Harry's screen displayed lines of tasks marked with exclamation marks.
The last one is—the resurrection of Lily Evans!
Click to see the detailed task instructions—you need to complete the prerequisite tasks to obtain the Resurrection Stone.
I clicked on it again, and another bunch of fine text appeared.
The above details the history and function of the Resurrection Stone.
And what else is needed to resurrect his mother, to illuminate her path back from the Afterlife to reality—that is the Magic of Love left by his mother within him.
However, this also means that his idea of his father being resurrected along with his mother is no longer possible.
"Harry, have you prepared everything?"
"Lupin and Tonks are still waiting for us at home!" Sirius's voice from downstairs interrupted Harry's reminiscence and thoughts.
Harry picked up the bag, his gaze resolute.
The retina's initial task—in the dead of night, to continuously damage the mirror surface and then repair it.
Harry had no idea what was hidden behind this seemingly baffling mission.
But resurrection, a magic that touches upon the realm of divine power, may very well be meant to involve these incomprehensible tasks in areas that ordinary wizards, and even Dumbledore, cannot reach.
Harry, keenly aware that this task might be related to the recent strangeness in the mirror, suddenly realized.
That's true.
Otherwise, why is there no record of any wizards in the A History of Magic, and why are there even rumors of any who have achieved a true resurrection?
Breaking the spell that Voldemort uses to protect the Resurrection Stone might be the simplest step.
Harry took a deep breath and looked back at 4 Privet Drive, which looked as if it were about to burst into flames under the blazing sun.
The next time he returns here, he won't be alone.
Harry slung his backpack over his shoulder, picked up Hedwig's cage, and headed toward Sirius.
Sirius was sitting in a green, open-top car, waving at Harry.
Harry didn't recognize the car, but from the change in Uncle Vernon's expression after he opened the door, he knew that the car must be very expensive.
Harry almost thought that Uncle Vernon was also Squib unaware of his own identity, a Squib who had awakened the magic of Metamorphmagus (a type of magic that can change one's appearance, hair color, and other physical characteristics at Squib).
Otherwise, why would his expression be so surprised, as if he had a completely different face?
"You want to ask me why I drove to pick you up?" Sirius held the steering wheel with one hand while looking at Harry, exuding a lazy air.
Even Ms. Winter, who lived at 11 Privet Drive and was very picky about men's appearance, couldn't help but wink at Sirius as he passed by.
"Hmm." Harry nodded, pretending that he really was interested in the car.
"This is called a sports car." Sirius grinned. "That idiot Dursley's eyes are practically glued to this sports car!"
My consultation fee wasn't wasted; this car, called Aston Martin, really did leave Dursley speechless.
When you accompanied Lily to see them before, they thought you were a poor penniless country bumpkin.
"James, you're too confident. Why don't you consult Muggle advisor like I did, and just buy a sports car for a pittance?"
Sirius rambled on and on, lost in his own memories.
He seemed to regard Harry as Harry's father.
The car sped up, and even in this weather, the heat on Harry's body was carried away by the wind that brushed against his face.
Whenever this car is about to hit something like a trash can or the rear of another car, the obstacle in front of it will suddenly jump away automatically.
Before they knew it, they had arrived at another unfamiliar street.
Harry, with his extraordinary perspective, saw the words "Rosaceae Drive Little Whinging, Surrey" on the road sign that was rushing past.
"Rosaceae Drive? Looks like we're quite a distance from Privet Drive," Harry thought to himself.
Privet means privet, and according to the naming rules of the streets, Rosaceae, which represents the Rosaceae family, is one of the later groups.
Just as Harry was wondering why he had been taken to such a remote street, the car slowed down.
"Sorry, I was just spacing out." Completely unaware that he had just spoken, Sirius scratched his head and drove off into a side street at the end of the street.
As the car drove further in, a thick white fog appeared around Harry and his friends.
A large, pitch-black iron gate suddenly emerged from the mist and slowly opened with a sickening sound.
"Welcome to my new home— 10 Rosaceae Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey," Sirius said, turning to Harry as he pulled up beside a flowerbed with a fountain.
"A place to stay?" Harry was a little incredulous.
What appeared before his eyes was a luxurious mansion the size of two football fields.
The flower beds and paths among the trees outside are all paved with polished marble.
Fountains, each carved with various Care of Magical Creatures, continuously spray water droplets in all directions, creating rainbows.
Beautiful butterflies with wings as green as jade danced gracefully among the flowerbeds and trees.
And the mansion surrounded by such beautiful scenery is naturally no ordinary place.
The entire mansion was decorated using a method that was absolutely beyond the capabilities of Muggle craftsmen.
It appears as if it were carved from a single, enormous, crystal-clear pebble, without a trace of brick or stone, as if it were a single, seamless piece.
Under the summer sun, it shimmers with a beautiful yet gentle light.
This?
A place to stay?
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