American Comics: Starting with Muggle Wizards

After spending fifty Galleons to replenish his spiritual nourishment, he left the Three Broomsticks Bar and continued walking along the white-covered streets.

We stopped in front of a three-story, medieval-style brick house with a pointed roof.

Harvey took out a brass key from the space pouch in his wizard robe, unlocked the door, and pushed it open to enter.

The fireplace in the living room was ablaze with flames, dispelling the chill in the air.

Hermione was wearing a dark blue knit sweater, a wool scarf around her neck, and her long legs, encased in brown straight-leg pants, were draped over a stool.

He was taking a nap in the lounge chair next to the fireplace.

Harvey walked over and lifted the book "The Origins of Ancient Spells" that was covering Miss Know-It-All's face.

"Hey, wake up!"

"You don't actually dream about reading magic books, do you?"

Hermione opened her eyes groggily and got angry when she saw that it was Harvey who had disturbed her sleep.

"Get out of here, get out of here, don't bother me during my nap. Go find Qiu Zhang or your maid!"

Her tone was full of resentment; she was clearly grumpy when she woke up.

Harvey picked up the sulking Miss Know-It-All in a princess carry, and after settling her on the sofa, he gently comforted the beauty in his arms.

"Don't be angry. You are all my indispensable wings. Has anything major happened in the magic world recently?"

"You bastard, don't touch me! You have three pairs of wings and you're still not satisfied?" Hermione cursed as she twisted and turned in protest.

But as she resisted, she suddenly became aware of the magic wand, and her pretty face quickly turned red.

He muttered "Oh no!" and then dared not struggle anymore.

Provoked, Harvey naturally wouldn't let her off the hook, picking her up and heading towards the bedroom.

"don't want..."

Soon, the beautiful woman's coquettish voice could be heard from the bedroom.

After the clouds clear up and the rain stops.

Hermione collapsed onto the bed, her flushed cheeks a testament to the intensity of the battle that had just taken place.

"Have the Death Eaters not shown up lately?"

"Um...no, Harry and Ron have been watching."

"Is there any progress in your research on portal spells?"

"Don't move, behave yourself! I gave up researching portal spells a long time ago. I reckon only wizards who have been to that world can learn portal magic."

"Perhaps due to the difference in magical power, wizards in the magical world struggle to understand the concept of dimensions..."

The two lay in bed whispering to each other until dusk before reluctantly going to the bathroom to take a shower.

At dinner time, Harvey ate with Hermione at the table.

“Ding—dong!”

The doorbell rings.

It turned out that Harry and Ron had come to visit together.

"Hi, what brings you guys here? Want to have dinner together?" Harvey greeted them.

"No need, we've already eaten, thank you."

Harry Potter and Ron were delighted to see Harvey there as well.

Harvey invited the two in for coffee, but after a few quick bites, he got up and went into the living room.

"You came all this way specifically to see me?"

After Harry Potter and Ron sat down on the sofa in the living room, they went straight to the point.

"Our investigation has revealed that Voldemort has finally lost his patience and plans to lead Death Eaters to storm the school in a week!"

Harry Potter said with a sincere expression, "I hope that Harvey can help me fight off Voldemort."

"What? Where did this mysterious person get the audacity?" Hermione had just finished washing the dishes with magic and came out of the kitchen when she heard this shocking news.

Harvey also found it strange and asked curiously, "Is the source accurate? Voldemort has managed to survive for so long, why would he suddenly want to fight to the death?"

Ron explained, "Just yesterday, we captured one of Voldemort's most loyal followers, Bellatrix Lestrange, in Knockturn Alley."

"Then we used Veritaserum and Legilimency to get Voldemort's plans from Bellatrix."

Hermione still couldn't believe it. "I think this must be Voldemort's plot. With Professor Dumbledore around, how could he dare to lead the Death Eaters to storm the school?"

Harvey never underestimated those who had once stirred up bloodshed in the wizarding world.

"Even information obtained through truth serum and mind control is not necessarily 100% accurate."

"What if Voldemort is even deceiving his own people, deliberately spreading false information, and actually has another purpose?"

Upon hearing this, Harry Potter fell into deep thought. This guess wasn't impossible. He murmured to himself:

"If this news is false, then what is Voldemort's real purpose?"

Ron, who never liked to use his brain, shared his guess.

"I think you're overthinking it. Maybe the mysterious person has had enough of living a miserable life on the run."

"His pride couldn't bear this predicament any longer, and he wanted to make a final stand."

"After all, what else can the mysterious man do if he doesn't fight desperately?"

Harvey fell silent; his intuition told him that Voldemort must have other intentions.

Forcing his way into Hogwarts would not have benefited Voldemort at all.

Putting aside the fact that the success rate of this plan is extremely low, even if he were to successfully break into the school...

and then?

Besides making all wizards in the magical world fear his existence again and enhancing the reputation of the Death Eaters, what can he gain?

Behind every action a smart person takes, there is a compelling motive.

Harvey did not think Voldemort was a fool.

"there is always a solution to a problem."

"Ron, don't worry, if Voldemort really goes mad, I will personally send him to meet Merlin!"

Upon hearing this, Harry Potter felt much more at ease and said in a light tone:

"That's great! With you here, and with Headmaster Dumbledore on the side, Voldemort's schemes will never succeed!"

Ron suddenly blurted out.

"Hey, do you guys think Voldemort might be using a diversionary tactic, and that he actually intends to attack the Ministry of Magic or Gringotts?"

Hermione looked surprised and teased, "Ron, when did you become so smart? I always thought you didn't have a brain at all."

Ron, looking dejected after being publicly criticized for his intelligence, said, "I've always been smart, okay? I just used to think that if a problem could be solved with strength, there was no need to waste time thinking about it."

Harvey said something poignant.

"But you don't have the ability either."

Ron was exasperated. "Stop talking nonsense, we're discussing something important, be serious!"

Amused by her friend's clumsy attempt to change the subject, Hermione said with a smile:

"Oh, so Ron, you think Earthshaker might attack the Ministry of Magic or Gringotts?"

"Then you can set up defensive traps in advance, and wait for Voldemort to step in, thus proving your foresight."

Although Hermione's tone carried a hint of sarcasm, the dim-witted Ron couldn't understand it at all.

Instead, he slapped his forehead, suddenly realizing, "That's right, Hermione, you're so smart! I'll go prepare the defensive traps right now..."

Chapter 86 Voldemort's Plot

Seeing that Ron was actually being fooled into setting a trap, Harvey spoke up to stop him:

"Calm down, Ron. Are you sure your makeshift trap will stop Voldemort?"

"And besides knowing how to eat, when have you ever set a trap?"

"I think it's best for everyone to remain still and wait for Voldemort's true purpose to gradually emerge."

Harvey's words made Ron realize that with his mediocre skills, the traps he set could probably only be used to capture magical creatures.

However, he was thick-skinned and only managed a few dry laughs before falling silent.

Harvey saw that Ron was so dejected, like a frost-covered eggplant, and offered a word of comfort.

"It's good to have self-awareness. What's most frightening is that stupid guy who thinks he's really good, and gets played to death by Voldemort without even realizing it."

Ron felt even more depressed after being comforted.

Harry Potter patted Ron on the shoulder and said seriously, "It's okay. Even if you're as stupid as a troll, I'll always consider you a good friend."

It was rare for Harry Potter, who was always preoccupied, to crack a joke. Hermione covered her mouth and burst out laughing.

Ron looked at his friends who were teasing him with a troubled expression. "Can you guys stop laughing? The important thing is to figure out how to investigate Voldemort's conspiracy."

Harvey waved his hand, signaling that everyone could stop laughing.

"Even if Voldemort wanted to use a diversionary tactic to attack the Ministry of Magic or Gringotts, or even America on the other side of the ocean, I could get there instantly."

"Therefore, we don't need to rack our brains to investigate Voldemort's conspiracy. We can just sit back and wait for Voldemort to appear."

Hermione agreed, saying, "Yes, you all need to rest and get some rest."

"Look at your dark circles! How can you possibly deal with Voldemort's Death Eater army looking like this?"

Harry Potter and Ron exchanged a glance, only to realize that they were already exhausted.

Since capturing Bellatrix Lestrange yesterday, they've been working for almost a day and a night without sleep in order to investigate Voldemort's plot.

"Alright, let's go back and rest first. If Voldemort appears, please notify us immediately."

"Of course, goodbye!"