Harry Potter: This senior is pretty strong

“You can’t take him away!” Vernon Dursley shouted at the three men outside, clinging to the doorframe.

The storm had not yet subsided, but Qin Yu, Hagrid, and Harry stood outside unaffected by the wind and rain.

Hagrid, holding his umbrella, pointed the tip at Vernon, signaling him not to have any other ideas. Hagrid had long disliked him; this guy had just not only slandered Hogwarts but also Dumbledore. If it weren't for the fact that he was a Muggle, Hagrid would have already taught him a lesson.

“Mr. Dursley, go back to your own home. We just took Harry for a walk. He’ll be back at your home on Privet Drive soon,” Qin Yu said to Harry’s portly uncle.

Vernon opened his mouth as if to say something, but Qin Yu ignored him, carrying an old-fashioned glass oil lamp, and led Harry toward the small dock at the edge of the reef.

There were two ships moored there.

One was the small, dilapidated boat that Vernon Dursley brought his family to, while the other was a more exquisitely crafted boat that Qin Yu and Hagrid used to travel here.

Once they boarded the relatively elegant little boat, Qin Yu placed the glass oil lamp at the bow.

Harry's attention had actually been focused on the glass oil lamp the whole time.

When Qin and Haig made the decision to leave immediately, he was worried about the storm outside. However, after Qin pulled out the glass oil lamp from somewhere and lit it, the wind and rain all stayed away from them.

It was as if a transparent sphere had enveloped the three of them, and now, it had enveloped the entire small boat.

“Although rowing in a storm is a bit troublesome, the conditions in that cabin are really terrible. If Hagrid and I stayed there, your aunt’s family probably wouldn’t get any rest either,” Qin Yu explained to Harry, sitting leisurely on the boat.

“Well, I couldn’t sleep in that cabin either…” Harry said.

"Well then, Hagrid, let's hurry up! Once we get ashore, we'll find a place to rest," Qin Yu urged Uncle Hagrid, winking at him a few times.

"Ugh, you always make me make mistakes... Seriously, Qin, Harry, you absolutely mustn't tell anyone about me secretly using magic," Hagrid muttered.

Uncle Hagrid's wand was broken due to something that happened in his early years, which restricted his use of magic. However, he hides one in his umbrella and will secretly use it from time to time.

Under Harry's curious gaze, Hagrid tapped the side of the boat with the tip of his umbrella, and the small boat, which had been drifting in the wind and rain, began to accelerate, sailing towards the shore.

Qin Yu certainly knew this simple spell, but since they were off-campus, it wasn't convenient for him to use magic too much, so he had to ask Hagrid to do it.

At this moment, despite the raging storm, the small boat they were on remained remarkably stable.

Qin Yu even took out a bag of candied fruit and shared it with Harry. Then, they listened together as Hagrid recounted Voldemort and the events of Halloween ten years ago.

"...James and Lily, your parents, were killed by Voldemort and the Mystic that very night...and the scar on your head is from him. For some reason, his evil spell didn't work...Then, the Mystic vanished without a trace...Some people think he's dead, but Dumbledore said he wasn't so easily killed...I carried you out of that destroyed house and later took you to your aunt and uncle..."

As Hagrid recounted the story from back then, Harry couldn't help but touch the lightning bolt scar on his forehead, his brow furrowing, clearly recalling some painful memories.

Perhaps it can't even be called a memory, but just some images that he couldn't distinguish the specific circumstances of.

Seeing Harry's state, Qin Yu didn't know how to comfort him, so he patted the boy on the shoulder.

He had expected the child to cry, but Harry sniffed and forced a smile: "Hagrid, thank you for saving me back then, and thank you and Qin for delivering the message to me today!"

This made Qin Yu nod in approval, feeling that the child had such a resilient heart.

For the remainder of the voyage, all three fell silent. Compared to the raging storm, the small boat was unusually quiet, so much so that Harry unknowingly fell asleep.

As he fell asleep, his head rested on Qin Yu's shoulder, his hand tightly clutching the hem of Haig's coat.

……

After the ship docked, Qin Yu took Hagrid to find a hotel, while Hagrid carried the sleeping little boy Harry Potter on his back.

After finding a reasonably clean railway hotel, Qin Yu paid the bill, and the three of them checked into a room that wasn't very big—Qin Yu didn't have much pounds on him and couldn't afford an expensive room.

Then, Harry and Qin Yu each took a bed, while Hagrid slept on the carpet.

Such an environment is incomparable to that of the rocky wooden houses.

It was already very late at night, and Qin Yu fell asleep quickly after lying in bed.

When he woke up the next morning, he found Harry wrapped in a blanket, dozing off by his bedside.

"Qin, you're awake?!" Harry's squinting eyes widened immediately when he saw Qin Yu wake up.

"When did you wake up?" Qin Yu asked, frowning.

“It was almost dawn…” Harry stammered.

Qin Yu sighed, not bothering to find out how long the child had slept. He got up and went to wake up Uncle Hagrid, who was fast asleep.

After the three of them had a simple breakfast, they went to the nearby station to catch the earliest train to London.

In short, Qin Yu paid for everything, because Uncle Hagrid wasn't very familiar with Muggle currency, which was one of the reasons he asked Qin Yu to accompany him to deliver the letter to Harry.

……

Upon arriving in London, Qin Yu and Hagrid took Harry straight to Diagon Alley.

When they arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, it was already past one in the afternoon.

As Harry entered the Leaky Cauldron, he was just as curious about the various wizards there as Qin Yu had been the first time he visited. However, Harry was much more nervous and reserved, after all, he was a normal eleven-year-old boy, while Qin Yu had the soul of an adult inside his body.

Unlike the curious and reserved Harry, Qin Yu's expression quickly turned serious as soon as he entered the bar, and his brows furrowed as if he were pondering some difficult problem or making a tough decision.

"...Host, please make a choice as soon as possible!"

When Harry was recognized by the pub owner Tom because of the lightning bolt scar on his forehead, the system's urging voice echoed in Qin Yu's mind.

That's right, the system suddenly appeared shortly after Qin Yu stepped into the bar, giving him a choice.

The reason the system issued this task selection was the pale-faced young man with a headscarf wrapped around his head sitting in the corner of the bar.

—Quirinas Quiro.

Or, as many people are used to calling him, Professor Quirrell.