Chapter 516: Breaking the Trace

The sun was setting, but the temperature had not dropped much.

In late June, time passed very slowly on the busy street, and the long wait made people feel hot.

The old man in a short-sleeved shirt with blue vertical stripes looked upright even when he squatted on the ground. The wrinkles on his clothes looked comfortable and smooth. His light brown sunglasses were exquisite, and his gray hair made him look more energetic and strong.

Next to him was a fat middle-aged man with a big belly. He looked like he had been fished out of the water. His gray vest and khaki short shirt were soaked and stuck to his flesh. He was tanned and shiny, and his spirit was sluggish.

The fashionable old man formed a sharp contrast with the middle-aged fat man next to him, so that Vernon Dursley looked sideways frequently, and couldn't help but suspect in his heart that Bates was also one of those weird guys, but looking at his dress and the expensive car behind him, Vernon silently swallowed all his doubts.

Bates held the yellowish sun hat in his hand and fanned it with air, with his elbow slightly outward so that the fat man next to him could also get some coolness:

"Harry's uncle, I'll call you Vernon. You can't keep your body shape like this. My friend said that obesity will turn blood vessels into brittle glass and break at the touch."

"I don't believe it!" Vernon said stubbornly, but his expression was obviously a little guilty. "My family is already controlling our diet. I will lose weight soon, and so will my son!"

"You have a son?"

Speaking of his son, Vernon was obviously in high spirits and proudly introduced: "My son is not a wizard. He studies at Smelting School. Although his grades are a little ordinary, he does very well in other things. Last semester, he won the Southeast Youth Heavyweight Inter-school Boxing Championship and made many friends..."

"Really? That's amazing..."

Bates dealt with his boasting and boasting perfunctorily, while carefully staring at the people walking out of the station. When he saw the familiar figure, his eyes lit up, and he put the hat on his head and stood up and walked away.

Walking up to Loren, Bates took his suitcase and knocked him on the head, muttering with some complaints: "I've told you several times, as a gentleman, you don't know to take the initiative to carry the suitcase for girls when you go out..."

"I've told you several times, the suitcase is empty, just for show." Loren looked helpless.

Bates' eyes widened when he heard this, staring at him fiercely: "You still say, you don't even take an empty suitcase?"

Loren didn't say anything, and silently took Hermione's suitcase.

It's impossible to reason with this person, he's unreasonable.

Hermione followed behind with a smile, watching the grandfather and grandson stuff the suitcase into the trunk. Someone who was indignant let the owl fly away, intending to let it fly back by itself.

A certain fool was very happy, rubbed his owner's cheek affectionately, spread his wings and flew into the sky, wantonly venting the frustration of being stuck in the train compartment all the way.

Loren opened the car door and let Hermione get in first. He looked up and saw Harry, who had said goodbye to the Weasleys, walk to his uncle's side. Seeing him soaked in sweat, his eyes behind the lenses wavered slightly. Vernon Dursley didn't care about his thoughts at all. He swung his fat body, opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat.

The two men didn't say a word when they met, and were more indifferent than strangers.

Loren didn't want to interfere with Harry's relationship with his uncle and aunt, but suddenly remembered about Trace. Harry was under the age of 17 and was still under the surveillance of Trace. The Ministry of Magic could lock his position at any time, and his spells would be detected in an emergency.

It wouldn't be a big deal in the previous summer vacation, but Voldemort had recovered his body, and there were Death Eaters lurking in the Ministry of Magic. In addition, Sirius didn't continue to live near the Dursleys...

Loren pondered for a moment and called him: "Harry, come here."

"What's the matter?"

"Stretch out your right hand."

"What?" Harry's expression became more puzzled, but he still stretched out his hand out out of trust in him.

A hand with distinct joints and some thin calluses on the fingertips. Loren's eyes fell on the third knuckle of the ring finger of that hand. In a more hidden perspective, there was a thin thread wrapped there. The thread was light and misty, closely following the movement of the finger, but the owner of the finger did not feel anything.

Noticing Loren's sight, Harry shrank his hand a little nervously: "Is there...any problem?"

"No problem..."

Loren recalled what happened three years ago. At that time, he and Hermione had just signed the contract of the Ministry of Magic. Trace threads grew on the thin parchment and entangled on his fingers. After asking Dumbledore for advice, he used the power of the Philosopher's Stone to break the trace threads.

At that time, he was still a little powerless to control such a huge force. The majestic magic power rushed around in his body, making him a little embarrassed. After three years, he had a deeper understanding of magic and more precise control. Whether it was the step-by-step spell practice in the usual class or the wanton display in the duel, he could do it from the heart and control it to the finest detail.

More importantly, the dream of the starry sky that night caused the magic power in his body to grow to an unprecedented level.

Loren lowered his eyes, put one hand on the car door, stretched out the other hand, and put the tip of his index finger on the ring finger that was wrapped with the trace thread. The vast magic power poured out and poured into his fingertips.

He whispered, "It's just the trace thread."

Harry didn't have time to think about the trace thread. He only felt a slight heat rushing into his ring finger. The invisible force made the air nearby emit a slight muffled sound. Then it seemed that something soft but tough collapsed, and a sense of relief inexplicably arose in his heart.

He probably understood that it was the so-called trace thread.

Harry's eyes widened: "So... I can use magic freely during the summer vacation!?"

Hermione, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, had noticed their actions long ago. After hearing this, she immediately stuck her head out and warned logically: "As long as you don't violate the Statute of Secrecy and don't alert the Ministry of Magic, otherwise the Ministry of Magic will still notice you."

Noticing that she didn't look surprised at all, Harry narrowed his eyes and asked: "When did you two remove the traces?"

"Ahem..."

Hermione moved her eyes away guiltily and slowly moved back to her seat inside. Her voice was softer than a fairy, "A little earlier than you."

Harry looked at Loren and asked: "How early is earlier?"

"I wish you a happy summer vacation. We are in a hurry to go back for dinner. Goodbye."

"..."

Harry watched the expensive car nimbly back out of the parking space, started the engine and sped away, leaving only the gradually dissipating exhaust gas. He was happy that he could cast spells freely from now on, but also felt indignant about the behavior of his two bad friends. His eyes were complicated and his expression was tangled.

Don't think he can't see that Zongsi's matter has been hidden from him for at least a year!