bioinnovel Chapter 165 Break the Dead Bar
Chapter 165 Break the Dead Bar
Chapter 165 Break the Dead Bar
Harry's good days were over after Belvina returned to Fertile Grounds after handling her personal matters.
During those long, sunny days, Harry was like a donkey in the production team, with very little rest.
Every day before dawn, Harry would be dragged out of his warm bed by Dobby the house-elf, and he would run sleepily into the orange sunlight.
Morning runs can improve physical fitness and endurance. Even if you can't beat your opponent, you can run faster when you run away, and maybe even run away more gracefully.
After his morning run, Harry would spend his time with the wooden target, beginning the tedious and monotonous mechanical practice of swinging his wand, chanting spells, and hitting the target repeatedly.
This was the most tedious and easiest to give up of all the training sessions; Harry was constantly teetering between giving up and persevering.
As the number of times he swung his wand increased, Harry, drenched in sweat, began to accumulate quantity and gradually started to approach the threshold of "dedication." If he continued to accumulate, he would eventually achieve his first qualitative leap.
After finally getting through the most tedious and boring practice, it was already afternoon, and legends about the roly-poly toy began to circulate in the fertile plains.
The thirteen-year-old boy stomped all over the farmhouse yard, his sweat soaking the soft grass.
Although Belvina Timbersaw Black would still knock Harry down time and time again, the progress brought about by the high-intensity training was visible to the naked eye. The frail, scarred boy was no longer the weakling who would fall over at the slightest touch.
On the first day of training, Belvina was extremely careful, afraid that the force of the spell would break Harry, the porcelain doll.
If Belvina fails to master the Void Reaver due to private training, where can she complain?
More than a week later, although Harry still couldn't escape the tragic fate of being knocked down, the young man, who had become skilled at falling over time, gradually gained experience and developed his own style.
Harry is now able to adjust his body posture with difficulty when he loses his balance, and he rarely falls flat on his back like before. His self-protection after losing his balance has reduced the risk of injury.
On those quiet nights with campfires burning, Harry's time was still not his own; he had a mountain of summer homework to finish.
The only saving grace is that Harry no longer has to use a flashlight to tackle his summer homework, and he can ask Belvina for help with any problems he can't solve.
Occasionally, extremely cruel and bloody things would happen in the farmhouses of Fertile Plains, where Marius's lambs would be strung together and burned at the stake like medieval witches.
Whenever such cruel things happened, Harry would eat with gusto, his mouth brimming with oil, accompanied by butterbeer. Meanwhile, Belvina, with a large lamb skewer in one hand and chilled wheat juice in the other, perfectly embodied the idea that summer is all about hot pot.
The lack of a platter featuring both floral and edible flowers was a regret for Belvina.
For Harry, life in Fertile Plains was a bittersweet experience.
If time could be reversed, and Harry could go back to riding the dirt bus and make the choice again, he might not have had the courage to choose Fertile Grounds. But Harry doesn't regret making the choice to go to Fertile Grounds that night.
Time flies, and it's already late August; the summer vacation is about to begin its countdown.
That morning, Harry, fast asleep, was dragged out of bed by his house-elf as usual, and ran along the country lanes bathed in the bright orange sunlight.
When Harry returned to the farmhouse, panting, he was surprised to find Belvina sitting in the dining room, spreading butter on a flatbread.
During his stay at the farmhouse, Harry rarely saw Belvina in the mornings. She either slept in or went out early to run errands, and the two, living under the same roof, almost never met in the mornings.
Belvina, without looking up from the restaurant, was diligently scraping the bread with whitewash. She said, "Hurry up and eat breakfast, then quickly wash up, and then I'll take you to Diagon Alley."
Harry, who falls asleep the moment his head hits the pillow every night, had long forgotten about Diagon Alley, and for a moment he couldn't even remember why he wanted to go there.
Harry asked, puzzled, "What are we doing in Diagon Alley? Don't we have practice today?"
Not having to train is naturally a welcome thing. Harry used to think that Oliver Wood was a tyrant on the field, but now he realizes that Belvina is the real devil.
"If you're not planning to go back to Hogwarts to continue your studies, then don't go to Diagon Alley," Belvina said casually. "I'm too lazy to go out anyway."
Then it dawned on Harry that the Hogwarts school year essentials list had already been sent to Fertile Ground. He needed to buy new textbooks, replenish his Potions ingredients, and also buy new clothes.
Whether it was due to the hard training or the excellent care from the house-elves, Harry's skinny body had become much stronger.
He seems to have grown taller since he first arrived.
The thought of going to Diagon Alley without having to train immediately brought a smile to Harry's face, brighter than the sun.
An hour later, Belvina and Harry walked out of the path lined with wildflowers.
"How are we going to get to Diagon Alley? Is it going to be another Knight Bus?" Harry asked, his clothes not fitting properly, the sleeves and trousers a few inches too short.
If possible, Harry doesn't want to ride the Knight Bus again anytime soon, especially since he just finished eating.
"I heard you had an accident when you used FlooNet last time and ended up in Knockover Alley?" Belvina asked, wearing a pale yellow long dress with a thin short cloak over it.
"Yes, that's right. I even saw Malfoy there," Harry said. "If I hadn't run into Hagrid, I wouldn't have been able to find the exit."
When Hagrid was mentioned, Harry remembered the birthday present Hagrid had given him, a very strange book called "The Monster Book of Monsters".
Belvina stretched out her arm and said, "To prevent you from sending yourself to strange places again, I've decided to Apparate you there. All you need to do is hold on tight to my arm."
Upon hearing this, Harry grabbed Belvina's outstretched forearm.
"Good, don't let go," Belvina reminded her again. "Let's go."
In an instant, Harry felt as if Belvina's arm was about to slip from his grasp, so he quickly tightened his grip.
Then, Harry suddenly felt everything go black, and the intense pressure from all directions made it hard for him to breathe.
The air in the lungs was being squeezed out.
A few seconds later, Harry slowly came to his senses and found that the country road in Fertile Plains had disappeared. He and Belvina were standing in front of a shop on Charing Cross Road, and no one on the street noticed them.
After navigating the crowded streets, Belvina led Harry into the Leaky Cauldron.
Tom, the walnut-shaped bar owner, stood behind the bar counter, forcing a not-so-pleasant smile, and said enthusiastically, "Miss Black, would you like something?"
Immediately afterward, the bar owner, Tom, saw Harry following behind and immediately recognized the boy who had miraculously survived. Tom was about to speak when Belvina stopped him with a look.
"No need, we have things to do," Belvina said, pulling Harry through the crowded, dark bar.
Only after entering the small courtyard surrounded by walls did Belvina begin her work. As she took out her wand, she asked, "Harry, do you know when the Leaky Cauldron first came into being?"
"I don't know." Harry shook his head; he had never thought about that.
"The Leaky Cauldron was founded in 1500 by Daisy Dodridge," Belvina said, tapping the wall three times with her wand.
The brick she had tapped began to shake and move, revealing a small hole in the middle that gradually grew larger.
Before long, a wide archway appeared on the wall, leading to a winding, seemingly endless cobblestone street.
Belvina continued, "In the beginning, Muggles could see the Leaky Cauldron, and they could go in and have a drink. That's because the Act of Secrecy hadn't been enacted yet."
Before Belvina could even ask a question, Harry, as if learning from experience, preemptively answered, "I know that. The Statute of Secrecy of the International Wizarding Union was signed in 1689 and officially promulgated in 1692."
"Professor Binns would be very pleased," Belvina said. "However, I don't intend to ask you any more questions."
With that, Belvina walked forward along the archway, Harry following behind.
As they walked through the archway and stood in the cobblestone alley, the archway suddenly shrank back into solid walls.
Belvina and Harry's first stop was Gringotts Wizarding Bank, where Harry needed to go to the vault to get some money to fill his pockets.
The Wizarding Bank, managed by fairies, is located on the north side of Diagon Alley. It is a snow-white marble building that stands tall above the other shops, with fairies dressed in scarlet and gold uniforms standing beside the bronze doors.
To date, only Quirinas Quirrell has successfully infiltrated Gringotts, and the Gringotts trespassing incident in 1991 was a major embarrassment for the goblins.
After leaving Gringotts Wizarding Bank, Harry's purse was full, enough for him to buy the necessities for the new school year.
And the cost of food, clothing and other necessities for the entire school year.
Gold, silver, and bronze coins clinked together in the purse, making a pleasant tinkling sound. Harry struggled to resist the urge to spend them.