The Quest Panel at the End of the Quest

That's it, that's it?

Is this what they call True Lie?

She thought it was something very high-class.

This time, it wasn't Kate watching Harry and the others' live broadcast.

She has her own life too, you know.

In fact, several hours had passed since Harry and his friends started playing by the creek.

The sky also darkened.

She knew all this because Harry's so-called system panel would record exciting moments when a mission refreshed.

All she saw was the mission refresh and Harry's thoughts before the mission was completed.

Therefore, Kate did not see Ron's accidental exposure.

If that's the case, I'm sorry, but Ron will probably have to be a girl from now on.

Faced with Kate's complaints, Ryan remained noncommittal.

He yawned and lay on the bed, still half asleep, and said to Kate, "Mission Seven was made up on the spot."

The sole purpose of this mission is to guide Harry Potter's development of his abilities.

For Harry, his abilities are the core.

Whether a lie is sophisticated or not is just a minor detail.

This is the only way to prevent him from becoming confused about who is in charge and who is not.

"What about mission eight? Is that all?" Kate climbed up to Ryan's side and rested her little head on Ryan's shoulder as she asked.

"A wizard who was once considered exceptionally talented once said that seven is the most magical number."

"So I think it's best to leave it at that," Ryan said.

To prevent Kate from throwing a tantrum, he turned his head and soothed her with his mouth.

But Kate, who had already been through many battles with Ryan, naturally didn't care much.

She puffed out her cheeks and shoved Ryan away. "What else could you think of besides this?"

Is Harry Potter and the Resurrection Stone really over?

Ryan shamelessly pressed himself against her again, "Of course not."

But you forgot?

It's already the 28th, and Hogwarts will start next Monday, September 1st.

Do I still need to assign so-called tasks through the system?

Harry felt that summer vacation ended too quickly.

To be honest, he only played for four days in total this summer.

The rest of the time was spent on tasks, getting engaged to Ginny, and choosing a site for the cemetery.

Although these were things that Harry was wholeheartedly and deeply involved in, Harry still couldn't help feeling a little depressed.

He suddenly felt so grateful that he was a wizard and that he was going to Hogwarts, just like his own home.

If it's Stonewall High, as Aunt Petunia mentioned.

He might as well find a wall and smash his head against it and die.

However, the reason he still has four days to play is...

It was all because of that mission that came to an abrupt end.

He still remembers that a few days ago, after he understood what True Lie was, the task panel on his retina refreshed.

However, what appeared before him was not the so-called Mission Eight.

It is a notification message.

He was informed that his mission was complete. All he needed to do was spend several months instilling his new lifestyle into Dumbledore and Grindelwald before Easter, April 3, 1994.

For example, at a certain time, someone might suddenly disappear to train themselves.

Then he just needs to disappear again during that conventional time period, around Easter, April 3rd.

Go to Gaunt House in the real world to break Voldemort's curse and absorb Voldemort's remnant soul—remove the Resurrection Stone from its Horcrux status and perform the resurrection ritual.

Finally, it's important to note that you must return to Hogwarts before performing the final step of the resurrection ritual—calling his mother's name.

That's all he needed to do.

So, in the last few days, he finally had time to truly enjoy his summer vacation.

On the last night, Mrs. Weasley conjured up a sumptuous dinner, all of Harry's favorite foods, with the last dish being a mouthwatering honey pudding.

Fred and George's Filibuster Fireworks display made the night even more perfect.

The kitchen was filled with red and blue stars that bounced between the ceiling and the walls for at least half an hour.

After having a good time, everyone drank a cup of hot chocolate and went to bed.

It took a long time to set off the next morning.

They woke up as soon as the rooster crowed, but it still seemed like they had a lot to do.

Mrs. Weasley was frantically searching for spare socks and blankets, her mood irritable.

People kept bumping into each other on the stairs, half-dressed and holding bits of leftover bread.

When Mr. Weasley was carrying Ginny's trunk to the car, he tripped over a chicken in the yard and nearly broke his neck.

"This must be the Undetectable Extension Charm," Draco said admiringly to the trunk of the car before getting in.

The suitcases had all been magically enlarged.

Mr. Weasley, standing to the side, nodded smugly. "Of course, but that's not all."

Otherwise, how could eight large boxes, twelve people, an owl, and a mouse have been squeezed into this tiny Ford Anglia?

"Arthur, Muggle are smarter than we think. You can't tell from the outside that the car is so spacious, can you?" Mrs. Weasley suddenly appeared behind Mr. Weasley.

Her tone was unusually soft, which was quite strange.

"Dad's going to be in trouble." Ron, who was next to Harry, wiped away his cold sweat.

Harry's question mark face.

Ron looked at Mr. Weasley with sympathy. "Back when it wasn't legal to modify Muggle items, my dad lied to my mom, saying that the spaciousness of cars was all due to the spatial design of Muggle, and had nothing to do with magic."

That's what my mother remarked at the time.

After everyone had boarded the bus, albeit sporadically.

"We need to hurry. After dropping Harry and the others off at school and then taking you home, Bill, Charlie, and I have to go to work!" Mr. Weasley said, glancing at his watch and trying hard to hide his fear.

Clearly, Mr. Weasley wanted to postpone the disaster until he got home from work.

Mrs. Weasley hesitated as well.

She glanced at the back row, where Harry, Ginny, Neville, Draco, Ron, Fred, George, Percy, Charlie, and Bill were sitting comfortably side by side.

So, between the children, going to work, and disciplining Mr. Weasley, she chose the former.

"Alright, you'd better go home early tonight," Mrs. Weasley said, almost through gritted teeth.

Her unconsciously clenched fists revealed her anger.

This made Mr. Weasley, who wanted to pat the steering wheel to express his joy, quickly withdraw his hand, eagerly start the engine, and drive the car out of the yard.

As for the lingering fear, they all keenly sensed that something was amiss.

Thus began the most oppressive journey in history.

Even when Mr. Weasley activated the Invisibility Booster, sending the car soaring into the sky and weaving through the clouds, not a single smile appeared on anyone's face.

Thankfully, King's Cross Station arrived ten minutes later.

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