Chapter 293: Admonition
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Chapter 293: Admonition
Harry finally experienced the sensation Ron described as "being squeezed out of a rubber tube." He felt that description was an understatement; pressure surged from all sides, his eardrums gave a sharp warning, and his chest felt as if it were encased in layers of iron bands, making it hard to breathe.
If this were happening in the real world, his clothes would be drenched in sweat.
Not only Harry, but Ron and Hermione also struggled. After enduring two more attempts, they decided to call it quits. Harry inquired, "If we can't adapt, are we going to be stuck at this stage?"
"Even if you can't adapt to becoming visible, let alone maintaining focus and manipulating magic," Professor Harp reassured, "you're young, there's no need to rush."
In the common rest area,
The three simultaneously opened their eyes. "Pretty cool, isn't it?" Harry said.
Ron grinned. "More than just cool, it's downright awesome!" He placed a hand on his forehead, striking a peculiar pose. "I'm the silly country boy."
Harry burst into laughter, leaving Hermione utterly baffled.
"Gentlemen, is this the latest popular joke?"
"Oh, Hermione, this is a line from 'The Little Wizard Mick's Adventures.' Whenever Mick encounters something unfamiliar, he says it like this..."
Hermione shrugged and dryly remarked, "Quite amusing."
Subsequently, days turned into weeks. Felix successfully integrated the Alert Charm into the Marauder's Map. The rest was left to time, to let everything simmer.
When Harry handed him the paper on Transfiguring Illusions and the unnamed book, he was surprised to realize that a month had already passed.
Entering March, the weather grew clearer. Looking towards the Forbidden Forest from the castle, distinct greenery could be seen. However, the wind had picked up, a biting breeze that stung the face. Every time an owl appeared in the Great Hall, its feathers were ruffled. This irked these responsible creatures, making them testy. If you didn't promptly unwrap the letters and provide a few owl treats, they'd angrily peck at your hand.
Felix completed his own portrait and sent it to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. For him, the most time-consuming part wasn't infusing memories but applying layers of protective spells.
If anyone dared to use a Stunning Spell on his portrait, that person would surely be in for a massive 'surprise' originally, Felix hadn't thought that far, but after numerous visits to the Black residence to read, this concern naturally arose.
It was his first time delving so deeply into the history of a pure-blood family. Almost every couple of steps, he could spot traces of magic. He treated this place like buried and rediscovered relics, complemented by the half-truths and tall tales he'd heard from Mundungus. It was indeed quite fascinating.
Felix also incidentally clarified one matter: Kreacher had known him all along. The unpleasant, shrill scream he heard during his first attempt to force his way into the Black residence belonged to this elderly house-elf.
His figure vanished into emerald flames.
Sirius stared at the fireplace, dumbfounded, muttering, "Chess? Does he think I can't play?"
"Kreacher!" he shouted.
"Bang!"
A decrepit, ugly house-elf appeared. Kreacher hunched over and bowed deeply, his nose touching the ground. "Respected wastrel young master, what orders have you?"
Sirius' eyelid twitched as he suppressed his anger. "I'm going out for a bit. You keep tidying up the house. I don't care where you put those worthless things, just make sure I don't see them, or I'll throw them all out."
"Mr. Harp strongly advises against you going out. If he finds out..."
"Kreacher! Who is your master, after all?" Sirius snapped irritably. "Maybe I should send you to him!"
Kreacher muttered under his breath, but his voice was just loud enough for the other to hear, "Old Kreacher has served the noble House of Black for generations. If you insist, I might even prefer Miss Narcissa."
Sirius was so infuriated his nose nearly skewed. He left in big strides.
"Where are you going?"
"To the Muggle neighborhood! To learn how to play chess! You can go tattle!"
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Chapter 293: Admonition
Harry finally experienced the sensation Ron described as "being squeezed out of a rubber tube." He felt that description was an understatement; pressure surged from all sides, his eardrums gave a sharp warning, and his chest felt as if it were encased in layers of iron bands, making it hard to breathe.
If this were happening in the real world, his clothes would be drenched in sweat.
Not only Harry, but Ron and Hermione also struggled. After enduring two more attempts, they decided to call it quits. Harry inquired, "If we can't adapt, are we going to be stuck at this stage?"
"Even if you can't adapt to becoming visible, let alone maintaining focus and manipulating magic," Professor Harp reassured, "you're young, there's no need to rush."
In the common rest area,
The three simultaneously opened their eyes. "Pretty cool, isn't it?" Harry said.
Ron grinned. "More than just cool, it's downright awesome!" He placed a hand on his forehead, striking a peculiar pose. "I'm the silly country boy."
Harry burst into laughter, leaving Hermione utterly baffled.
"Gentlemen, is this the latest popular joke?"
"Oh, Hermione, this is a line from 'The Little Wizard Mick's Adventures.' Whenever Mick encounters something unfamiliar, he says it like this..."
Hermione shrugged and dryly remarked, "Quite amusing."
Subsequently, days turned into weeks. Felix successfully integrated the Alert Charm into the Marauder's Map. The rest was left to time, to let everything simmer.
When Harry handed him the paper on Transfiguring Illusions and the unnamed book, he was surprised to realize that a month had already passed.
Entering March, the weather grew clearer. Looking towards the Forbidden Forest from the castle, distinct greenery could be seen. However, the wind had picked up, a biting breeze that stung the face. Every time an owl appeared in the Great Hall, its feathers were ruffled. This irked these responsible creatures, making them testy. If you didn't promptly unwrap the letters and provide a few owl treats, they'd angrily peck at your hand.
Felix completed his own portrait and sent it to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. For him, the most time-consuming part wasn't infusing memories but applying layers of protective spells.
If anyone dared to use a Stunning Spell on his portrait, that person would surely be in for a massive 'surprise' originally, Felix hadn't thought that far, but after numerous visits to the Black residence to read, this concern naturally arose.
It was his first time delving so deeply into the history of a pure-blood family. Almost every couple of steps, he could spot traces of magic. He treated this place like buried and rediscovered relics, complemented by the half-truths and tall tales he'd heard from Mundungus. It was indeed quite fascinating.
Felix also incidentally clarified one matter: Kreacher had known him all along. The unpleasant, shrill scream he heard during his first attempt to force his way into the Black residence belonged to this elderly house-elf.
His figure vanished into emerald flames.
Sirius stared at the fireplace, dumbfounded, muttering, "Chess? Does he think I can't play?"
"Kreacher!" he shouted.
"Bang!"
A decrepit, ugly house-elf appeared. Kreacher hunched over and bowed deeply, his nose touching the ground. "Respected wastrel young master, what orders have you?"
Sirius' eyelid twitched as he suppressed his anger. "I'm going out for a bit. You keep tidying up the house. I don't care where you put those worthless things, just make sure I don't see them, or I'll throw them all out."
"Mr. Harp strongly advises against you going out. If he finds out..."
"Kreacher! Who is your master, after all?" Sirius snapped irritably. "Maybe I should send you to him!"
Kreacher muttered under his breath, but his voice was just loud enough for the other to hear, "Old Kreacher has served the noble House of Black for generations. If you insist, I might even prefer Miss Narcissa."
Sirius was so infuriated his nose nearly skewed. He left in big strides.
"Where are you going?"
"To the Muggle neighborhood! To learn how to play chess! You can go tattle!"
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Chapter 293: AdmonitionHarry finally experienced the sensation Ron described as "being squeezed out of a rubber tube." He felt that description was an understatement; pressure surged from all sides, his eardrums gave a sharp warning, and his chest felt as if it were encased in layers of iron bands, making it hard to breathe.If this were happening in the real world, his clothes would be drenched in sweat.Not only Harry, but Ron and Hermione also struggled. After enduring two more attempts, they decided to call it quits. Harry inquired, "If we can't adapt, are we going to be stuck at this stage?""Even if you can't adapt to becoming visible, let alone maintaining focus and manipulating magic," Professor Harp reassured, "you're young, there's no need to rush."In the common rest area,The three simultaneously opened their eyes. "Pretty cool, isn't it?" Harry said.Ron grinned. "More than just cool, it's downright awesome!" He placed a hand on his forehead, striking a peculiar pose. "I'm the silly country boy."Harry burst into laughter, leaving Hermione utterly baffled."Gentlemen, is this the latest popular joke?""Oh, Hermione, this is a line from 'The Little Wizard Mick's Adventures.' Whenever Mick encounters something unfamiliar, he says it like this..."Hermione shrugged and dryly remarked, "Quite amusing."Subsequently, days turned into weeks. Felix successfully integrated the Alert Charm into the Marauder's Map. The rest was left to time, to let everything simmer.When Harry handed him the paper on Transfiguring Illusions and the unnamed book, he was surprised to realize that a month had already passed.Entering March, the weather grew clearer. Looking towards the Forbidden Forest from the castle, distinct greenery could be seen. However, the wind had picked up, a biting breeze that stung the face. Every time an owl appeared in the Great Hall, its feathers were ruffled. This irked these responsible creatures, making them testy. If you didn't promptly unwrap the letters and provide a few owl treats, they'd angrily peck at your hand.Felix completed his own portrait and sent it to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. For him, the most time-consuming part wasn't infusing memories but applying layers of protective spells.If anyone dared to use a Stunning Spell on his portrait, that person would surely be in for a massive 'surprise' originally, Felix hadn't thought that far, but after numerous visits to the Black residence to read, this concern naturally arose.It was his first time delving so deeply into the history of a pure-blood family. Almost every couple of steps, he could spot traces of magic. He treated this place like buried and rediscovered relics, complemented by the half-truths and tall tales he'd heard from Mundungus. It was indeed quite fascinating.Felix also incidentally clarified one matter: Kreacher had known him all along. The unpleasant, shrill scream he heard during his first attempt to force his way into the Black residence belonged to this elderly house-elf.His figure vanished into emerald flames.Sirius stared at the fireplace, dumbfounded, muttering, "Chess? Does he think I can't play?""Kreacher!" he shouted."Bang!"A decrepit, ugly house-elf appeared. Kreacher hunched over and bowed deeply, his nose touching the ground. "Respected wastrel young master, what orders have you?"Sirius' eyelid twitched as he suppressed his anger. "I'm going out for a bit. You keep tidying up the house. I don't care where you put those worthless things, just make sure I don't see them, or I'll throw them all out.""Mr. Harp strongly advises against you going out. If he finds out...""Kreacher! Who is your master, after all?" Sirius snapped irritably. "Maybe I should send you to him!"Kreacher muttered under his breath, but his voice was just loud enough for the other to hear, "Old Kreacher has served the noble House of Black for generations. If you insist, I might even prefer Miss Narcissa."Sirius was so infuriated his nose nearly skewed. He left in big strides."Where are you going?""To the Muggle neighborhood! To learn how to play chess! You can go tattle!"Thank you for reading this far! You can access more chapters from HERE by joining my Patreon community. You'll gain exclusive early access to the COMPLETE NOVEL.As a member of my Patreon community, here is what you'll get:For $5Early access to 100s of chapters before they go public. You also get access to all the novels I'm translating, you can find them here HERE.Your name will be featured on the "Wall of Gratitude".The power to vote on which novel I translate next.You Get Ad-free Chapters.For $10You get to suggest a Novel for me to translate.You get access to Digital art.Your name featured on the "Wall of Gratitude" in gold.For $20You get to recommend a Novel and I will immediately start translating it.Your name featured on the "Wall of Gratitude" in blue.Don't let this amazing opportunity slip through your fingers!
