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Harry Evans Chapter 76: Travelling to get my ass kicked
🕑 Added 2024-06-05 15:34:26 +0000 UTCHarry was sitting on the steps of Privet Drive 4, which, just to be stated once again, were incredibly pristine. A packed trunk was sitting next to him, and he was dressed in a comfortable outfit made for travelling. Short black jogging pants and a white T-shirt, with similarly white sneakers.
'You sure are wasting a lot of time for someone who wants to become proficient in legilimency in two weeks,' the disillusioned hat remarked sarcastically from the top of the boy's head.
"What am I supposed to do? I have to carry the wand with the trace for when Flitwick picks me up. Can hardly be casting an endless stream of Legilimency at you while I wait for the professor?" the boy replied, affronted. Unlike occlumency, which was somewhat of a learned instinctive reaction, legilimency was a good and proper spell. An incredibly complicated one too, and it didn't seem like Harry was going to get it down to a wandless, or even a silent manner, for that matter, any time soon.
The hat simply chuckled into his head at his frustration. Harry was only now starting to appreciate how difficult that particular act probably was. The hat was legilimising him so thoroughly that it sometimes seemed as if they had a telepathic connection. It would read his thoughts and reply by sending out little packets of language through their connection.
He sighed. Magic sense had been the most painful skill he'd ever learned. Occlumency was the most stressful. The disarming jinx the most tedious. Potions the most annoying. Legilimency however, was shaping up to be the most complicated.
'Nobody said it would be easy,' the hat sing-songed inside his head as an almost imperceptible crack resounded through the neighbourhood of Privet Drive, and a small man dressed in an old-fashioned muggle suit came out of a conveniently placed abandoned alleyway.
Harry stuffed the hat into his trunk. Flitwick would likely lift his trace for the tournament, somehow. He would legilimise the hat during the lonely nights in Vienna instead of practising for the duelling tournament. It sucked, but, well. Priorities. He wasn't going to win this one anyway, and the whole next Hogwarts year would be spent similarly to the previous one. Practising duelling.
He'd been getting a bit into enchantment and curse-breaking, of course, with his magic-sensing. But… Having resolved the issue of the trace by finding out its effective range and getting a second wand had made him push the need for those skills down the list of priorities. He had recently been thinking, after his destruction of the diary, if there was a way to maybe fit the entire Hogwarts Library into one book, so he could take it with him. But that seemed unlikely.
"Hullo, professor," the boy greeted as Flitwick finished making his way over to his side of the street and waved once he'd gotten close enough.
"Good day to you as well, Harry," the man said, putting a strong intonation to his use of the first name.
Harry awkwardly chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. He listlessly waved his arms, pointing at his trunk. "I'm ready to go," he proclaimed.
Flitwick looked at him critically, before turning his head up and looking at the front entrance of the house. "I would have assumed your family would have wanted to see the professor bringing you away to another country for an entire week?" he asked dubiously, at which Harry could only shrug.
"Well, Filius. They already met you, and it turns out that being mature beyond one's years also grants one certain privileges in the muggle world. I can look after myself," Harry said.
"Oh, of that I have no doubt. I can't wait to see the faces of your opponents when they get hit by the first disarming jinx." He chuckled, before waving a hand in the air. "Anyway, we should be off then. I did want to convene earlier, but I ended up being delayed with a task I had to finish in my position as a Hogwarts professor," the man said and stretched out his hand towards Harry.
The boy assumed that if everything was going according to canon, Flitwick had been tasked with creating an obstacle room on the third floor, to protect the philosopher's stone. Although, at this point, with several Horcruxes already destroyed, with Neville as the boy who lived and James Potter alive… Well, things were already quite off the rails. Rather than expecting to see any of the elements present in the first Harry Potter book, it would be more surprising if there were any at this point. He took the professor's hand and they disappeared with a crack, leaving behind an empty street.
Stumbling to a stop and managing to not fall on his face, a great success, Harry righted himself, clutching his trunk like a lifeline, in the ministry atrium. He stepped forward off the platform, already hearing someone new arrive behind him.
"Is it alright to apparate in full view of the street like that?" he asked, as the two of them took the same path they'd taken a year ago. Past the disgusting fountain with its statue glorifying the subjugation of other magical races, and through the checkpoint, towards the large queue waiting in front of the golden elevator cages.
"For me so, but definitely do not repeat my behaviour when you learn to apparate. The Department of Mysteries brings out a new series of spells every year to confound muggle senses from afar, allowing things like apparitions and minor displays of magic. However, the charms have been getting more complicated by the year and the only reason I still keep up with learning them is because of how innovative they are," the professor explained, occasionally nodding at ministry workers who recognized their erstwhile professor and waved.
"So the Department of Mysteries is responsible for upkeeping the statute of secrecy?" Harry asked curiously.
"It's one of their roles. They're researchers, essentially. Your mother could have perhaps joined, although she probably would have found the oaths required a tad restrictive."
Harry wondered who exactly decided the direction of what the Department of Mysteries researched. Brains in vats, time-magic, the veil. The only semi-normal thing the department did was store the prophecies, from what he knew. "Who funds them, who decides their research direction and in whose service are they contractually?" he asked, curious as to why exactly the department was working on time magic if it was such a forbidden topic.
"All good questions," Filius said with a nod. "However, it's not called the Department of Mysteries for no reason. They're funded by the ministry, so taxes, essentially. I think they are generally trying to develop magic that would help society. However, that's all I know."
He seemed oddly blasé about a whole research squad committing who knew what sort of acts right in the ministry's basement, for god knew what purpose. Did wizards even have ethics committees? Where did the brains come from? He decided to put the topic out of his mind until he was at least as competent of a fighter as Alastor Moody. He already had a complicated life. He didn't need some sort of black technology researching government organisations shrouded in mystery after his ass.
Although… It would perhaps be interesting to go there at some point in an official fashion to get to know the methodology of magical researchers. The magical world didn't really have any universities, so he'd be stuck with either finding an apprenticeship or approaching one of these organisations after Hogwarts.
The elevator dinged and spat them out on the floor belonging to the Department of International Travel. It was oddly empty, only having some wizards running here and fro, and they looked like they worked here as well. Perhaps the emptiness underscored what Penny had told him a year ago in France, that magicals didn't often leave the country.
Or, more likely, with the fact that portkeys were instantaneous and didn't need a waiting time to refuel or anything, there was no need for any delays or larger groups.
In the end, Harry didn't get enough information to decide which hypothesis was more likely, because even after Flitwick rang a bell at a desk, they still needed 30 minutes to get led into the portkey room. The portkey room wasn't anything special in itself, just one room in a corridor that seemed to go on forever that was warded against the anti-apparition and portkey wards of the ministry, and other than the object which had been turned into a portkey, didn't have anything inside it.
In their case, it was a small rubber duck. Harry seriously suspected that the ministry had just stolen the thing from a muggle trash dump. He didn't have anything against recycling, he rather liked it really. But… Teleporting half a continent away with a rubber duck was a bit lame. Sure, one man's rubber duck was another man's treasure, but surely they could have gotten a dragon's tooth or something. Or a taxidermied bear. That would have been pretty cool.
"Please grab onto the floaty duck," the bored-looking young wizard from the department said, causing Harry and Flitwick to approach the portkey. The professor took out a miniature trunk from his pocket at that point and tapped it with his wand, returning it to normal size.
"Better safe than sorry," the man said upon receiving Harry's questioning look. He bent down to pick up the duck by its head, leaving Harry to grab onto the butt. Going by the small smile the professor was amused by that one.
"The portkey will be activating in, 10, 7, 15, 120, 2, 4, 87, 1, 90, 0," the transportation wizard announced with the far-away look of someone truly sick of their job.
Harry didn't have the time to consider what the seemingly random assortment of numbers meant before what felt like an anchor hooked itself into his navel and pulled him into the next dimension and into the duelling arc.
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AN: Dueling boutta start, sheesh we've had a long build up to this. I'm quite hyped, let's see how Harry fares against people more around his skill level.
Last chapter was pretty large, harry killing a horcrux with an unforgivable, so this one is a bit more chill to bring things down again, so they can go up a bit.
Comments
bor902
fixed!
magic_person#1200
Legitimacy -> legimancy or however you spell it
Kim S
Wish it updated more, but ig quality writing takes time.
bor902
yes, but you'd need to hire a cryptographer to figure it out since I don't know
carebear90
DID the 'random' numbers mean something? :D
