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[HP] 08: If You Can't See Me, Can't You Touch Me?
🕑 Added 2025-07-04 17:39:32 +0000 UTC"He's not allowed to go anywhere, I absolutely will not allow him to go to your crazy school!" Vernon Dursley, finding courage from who knows where, roared and rushed forward to grab Harry's arm.
Hagrid's caterpillar-like thick eyebrows twitched, and he pushed Vernon Dursley aside with one hand.
It was just a gentle push, but it knocked Vernon Dursley to the ground, his flabby body slapping against the floor.
Petunia Dursley screamed and rushed over to help Vernon up.
"He belongs at Hogwarts, he was born to go to Hogwarts - it's the best magical school in all of Britain!" Hagrid said proudly.
"The best magical school..." Harry's eyes showed yearning.
Uncle Vernon had always said he only deserved to go to places like St. Brutus's Secure Centre for Incurably Criminal Boys, not the "best school in Britain," but now here was someone saying he deserved to attend the best school!
Although this person was a bit large and rough around the edges, Harry felt in his heart that he was a good man.
"Alright, let's go, Harry. Get your things," Hagrid said, patting Harry's head.
"Yes!" Harry nodded excitedly.
He went to his "room" and took out his clothes, wrapped them in a bedsheet, slung it over his back, and prepared his pitifully meager luggage just like he had fantasized about running away countless times before, then followed behind Hagrid.
Now Vernon Dursley didn't dare to stop them. This giant was truly fierce - one wave of his hand nearly broke his back. He could only watch helplessly as Harry left with Hagrid.
"I'm telling you, you can take him, but don't ever expect him to come back in this lifetime!" Vernon Dursley shouted at the departing figures, one large and one small, as if trying to salvage his dignity with his threats.
Harry's steps were steady, completely unaffected, while Hagrid just turned back to give him a look of contempt.
A mere Muggle dares to speak so boldly? One Memory Charm and you wouldn't know which way is up.
Never mind, better leave this sort of thing to Dumbledore.
Hagrid thought as he walked out the door.
Walking out of the house where he had lived for eleven years, Harry suddenly felt some worry. He glanced at Hagrid and asked, "Where are we going now?"
"To Diagon Alley, to buy school supplies," Hagrid answered patiently.
"But I don't have money - can I afford to buy things?" Harry said dejectedly. "And without Uncle Vernon paying the tuition, can I even go to school?"
However confident he had been when leaving, Harry now felt equally anxious.
"Ha ha ha, don't worry, Harry. Your parents left you quite a lot," Hagrid said. "I'm taking you there now - you'll understand when we arrive."
"How do we get there? By bus?" Harry asked.
"That's a good choice, but I have a better way," Hagrid said somewhat proudly, with a boastful tone. "How about I take you on a flying motorcycle?"
"A flying motorcycle?" Harry's eyes lit up, his face full of anticipation.
"Yes, that's right, it's right over there..." Hagrid pointed toward the roadside when suddenly he noticed a small figure standing next to his motorcycle.
"Who? Who's there?" Hagrid called out in confusion.
Strange, that motorcycle clearly had a charm to prevent Muggles from seeing it - it shouldn't have been discovered by anyone.
Getting closer, Hagrid realized it was just a boy who looked about the same age as Harry.
Louis slowly turned around to face the towering Hagrid and Harry.
"Hello," he said, looking at Harry. "My name is Louis Wilson. I just saw your motorcycle descending from the sky and got curious, so I came over to take a look."
"Hello, I'm Harry Potter," Harry said, looking at Louis, not knowing what was happening.
"You can see it?" Hagrid frowned and walked over, checking the motorcycle and finding that the charm on it hadn't failed.
"Of course, I can see it very clearly," Louis said with a serious expression.
Like hell I can see it, Louis once again confirmed his Muggle identity. The reason he could accurately appear next to the flying motorcycle was because he had used Magic Hand to sweep through the surrounding streets.
"This is really amazing. How does it fly?" Louis asked with feigned innocence.
"I can't tell you that," Hagrid continued checking the motorcycle while answering casually.
"Can't say? Are you also a magician? Is this your magic prop?" Louis asked.
"Magic? No, no, no," Hagrid triple-checked and, after confirming the motorcycle had no faults, looked at Louis and asked, "How old are you?"
"Eleven years old. I just had my birthday two weeks ago," Louis answered.
"Eleven years old? Now that's rather strange. Have you received a letter from Hogwarts?" Hagrid asked again.
"No, Hogwarts? What's that?" Louis asked blankly.
After hearing this, Hagrid held his umbrella-shaped wand with some hesitation.
He was considering whether to bring this boy along or give him a Memory Charm.
His mission this time was to take Harry to prepare for school enrollment and, incidentally, go to Gringotts to retrieve the Philosopher's Stone. He really shouldn't be meddling in other affairs.
But this eleven-year-old child in front of him could clearly see the Muggle-repelling motorcycle yet hadn't received a Hogwarts admission letter.
"Dumbledore wouldn't make a mistake, but perhaps there was a problem with the owl?" Hagrid muttered to himself in a very loud voice.
