American Comics: Starting with Muggle Wizards

"I told you not to be so crazy last night, you insisted on riding a flying broomstick, you're so bad at it and love to play..."

Harvey helped the little witch out of bed while muttering to himself.

"Stop! Don't say it!"

Hermione blushed and pinched Harvey's waist hard. How could she talk about such intimate moments so casually?

"hiss..."

Harvey gasped in pain and immediately shut his mouth.

Then, Hermione caught a glimpse of the blood-red plum blossom printed on the bed sheet out of the corner of her eye, and quickly turned her head away as if she hadn't seen it.

"Hurry up and help me to the bathroom to take a shower. Can't you see there's still dirt on my back..."

Harvey, with a malicious smile, helped the little witch into the bathroom.

Not a moment.

"Huh!? How did you get in here too?"

"..."

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The next day.

A vibrant morning.

Harvey knocked on Wanda's door, telling her to stay home and adapt to the power of chaos, as he would be away for a while and shouldn't go out unnecessarily.

Last night's noise was so loud that I couldn't sleep all night. Wanda, now with panda eyes, could only respond with a resentful expression.

Harvey returned to the master bedroom of the villa and saw that Hermione was already dressed, with her wizard robes, wand, and boots all ready.

"Then let's go!"

A dark blue interdimensional portal appeared.

The two arrived at the top-floor dormitory of the Ravenclaw Tower.

Hermione looked around with great interest.

"This is your room? And there's even a beautiful wall lamp that Ginny gave you on the wall?"

"How did you know that wall lamp was a Christmas gift from Ginny?" Harvey asked, somewhat puzzled.

Hermione sniffed, catching a faint scent of jasmine, and said coldly, "You even used the Atkinson diffuser Luna gave you?"

“How do you know?” Harvey asked in surprise.

Hermione said with a dark face, "Because I picked out all the gifts for them."

"You picked it?" Harvey raised an eyebrow.

Hermione scoffed and explained, "The wall lamp symbolizes that you burn yourself to light up others. I wish you a speedy death!"

"And the aromatherapy specifically added belladonna is for men like you; it'll suffocate you sooner or later!"

"What grudge could they possibly have that warrants them using such underhanded methods to cheat people?" Harvey couldn't understand the girls' thought process.

Fortunately, I rarely linger in the dormitory.

Thinking about it now, I still feel a little scared. I always thought it was strange that smelling incense for a long time would make me dizzy.

It turns out it was all Luna and her friends' doing.

Hermione waved her wand and cast "Cleanse".

The wall lamps and incense vanished instantly, having been moved to the Hogwarts junkyard.

"Now you know what fear is, huh? Who told you to do something so inhuman back then, sending us the exact same love letter!"

"If Ginny hadn't discovered it by accident, I might still be in the dark..."

Hermione kept complaining, getting angry every time she thought about it.

She secretly resolved to keep a close eye on Harvey from now on, lest he rekindle his old flame with Ginny, Luna, and Cho Chang.

Harvey ignored Hermione's complaints, nodding occasionally as he walked to the windowsill.

There were several letters delivered by owls on the windowsill, with red mushroom head patterns indicating an emergency on the seals.

"Come quick, look! This is an urgent letter from Harry!" Harvey interrupted Hermione's rambling.

Hearing that her best friend Harry might be in trouble, Hermione was shocked and quickly went to the window to open one of the letters.

To my most respected and dearest friend:

Please reply to this letter immediately when you receive it. We desperately need your help!

Just last week, Voldemort led his Death Eaters and more than twenty werewolves into Gringotts.

They not only looted the treasury, but also slaughtered many innocent demons.

I think Voldemort was after Hufflepuff's cup, which was very likely one of his Horcruxes...

We desperately need your help!!!

—Sender: Harry Potter

After reading the letter, Hermione hurriedly took out the rocket crossbow from her pouch, intending to rush to Dumbledore's Army's secret outpost outside London to meet up with Harry and the others.

Harvey quickly intervened, saying, "Calm down, darling. You can't help much if you go there now. We need to heal Professor Dumbledore's injuries first."

Upon hearing this, Hermione paused in her action of flipping onto her flying broom, a look of hesitation on her face.

“But I’m worried that Harry and the others will be surrounded by Death Eaters, so I want to go over and find out what’s going on first.”

Harvey earnestly advised, "Think carefully, which is more important, Dumbledore's injury or your own?"

"If Dumbledore at his peak were in charge, would Voldemort still dare to be so arrogant?"

Hermione hesitated for a moment, but ultimately trusted Harvey's judgment.

"Then let's go find the principal now!"

Harvey nodded and took a strand of Dumbledore's white hair from the pocket of his wizard's robe.

This was a method he had prepared in advance to quickly locate Dumbledore.

He stretched out his hands and straightened the white hair, communicating with magic while imagining where Dumbledore was.

zizi——

A portal appears.

Across the street is a ward at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries.

Dumbledore lay peacefully on his sickbed with his eyes closed.

The healer, Livia Maria, stood nearby with her wand, casting healing magic to prolong the patient's life.

A green healing beam extended from the tip of her wand all the way to Professor Dumbledore on the sickbed.

Inside the ward, Vice Principal Professor Minerva McGonagall and Professor of Herbalism Ms. Pomona Sprout, both with worried expressions, were also present.

The hospital room was silent, and the atmosphere was very oppressive.

The appearance of the portal startled the people in the ward.

Professor McGonagall exclaimed in surprise, "My God, you've been missing for three whole months! Everyone thought you'd been kidnapped by the Death Eaters!"

Harvey breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the white-bearded old man was still alive; thankfully, he hadn't arrived too late.

He wasn't deliberately wasting these three months; it was just that the Vatombo Wand was absorbing magical energy too slowly.

He had to wait patiently for three months before Watombo's wand was finally fully charged.

“Professor McGonagall, Professor Pomona, and Healer Livia, I have a way to cure Professor Dumbledore. Would you please leave for a moment?”

Professor McGonagall, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, said with a serious expression, "Mr. Harvey, you're not joking?"

Hermione also chimed in to help explain:

“Professor McGonagall, we’re not joking. I would never mess around with something this important.”

Professor McGonagall was still willing to trust Hermione, an outstanding student.

“I’m willing to believe in Professor Pomona, Hogwarts’ best student over the years, and Dr. Livia. Let’s go out first.”

The healer, Livia, dressed in a green robe, frowned and said, "But once we stop casting healing spells, the patient's injuries..."

Harvey waved his hand to interrupt, saying, "Don't worry, Ms. Livia, I will stabilize Professor Dumbledore's injuries."

Chapter 55 Dumbledore Lives a Second Life!

Livia glanced at Professor McGonagall and saw that she nodded at her, clearly agreeing with the young wizard's words.

"Okay, please note, I'm about to stop casting the spell."

The green healing beam that had been extending to Dumbledore's hospital bed was disconnected.

Afterwards, therapist Livia left the ward with Professor Pomona and Professor McGonagall.

“Let’s begin the treatment!” Hermione said sternly.

Harvey looked solemn as he took out the Vatombo Wand and a piece of dragon bone about the size of a thumb from the spatial pouch in his pocket.

He cast a levitation spell, controlling the piece of dragon bone to fly two inches above Dumbledore's head.

Then he aimed the pre-charged Watombo wand at Dumbledore on the sickbed.

The magic of communication.

A mysterious dark red beam of light shot out from the tip of the wand and flew straight toward Dumbledore.

Harvey could sense that the white-bearded old man's life force was gradually stabilizing and his breathing was becoming stronger.

He multitasked, continuing to cast healing spells while simultaneously crushing the dragon bones with his magic.

As the dragon bones cracked and broke, a surge of rich life energy flowed into Dumbledore's aged body.

Dumbledore's white beard visibly turned black quickly, and the age spots and wrinkles on his face gradually disappeared, making him look decades younger!

"Merlin's beard! Professor Dumbledore has become younger?" Hermione couldn't help but exclaim.