School starts

As Harry walked out of the bathroom, Dudley burst into laughter, as expected.

"Oh my god, mother, come and see, Harry has become like this," Dudley pointed at Harry's head, not hiding his sarcasm.

Petunia also couldn't help but laugh. She was right next to Dudley, helping him put on his clothes. "Okay, don't be too happy, dear, raise your left hand."

Harry touched the scar on his forehead and said calmly, "There's nothing funny about it, Dudley. If there's anything truly amusing, I think I should ask my mother to help me get dressed."

Upon hearing this, Dudley's face turned immediately red, and he seemed eager to educate Harry right then and there.

"That's enough, stop causing trouble!" Vernon's voice intervened, interrupting Dudley's actions. "Hurry up and get in the car; we have to rush to school."

Harry straightened his clothes and followed Uncle Vernon outside.

Later, Petunia tried to put Dudley's shoes on for him, but Dudley snatched them away, attempting to do it himself. His eyes, however, didn't stray from glaring fiercely at Harry's back.

Petunia didn't react to Dudley's rude, even disrespectful behavior. On the contrary, she felt proud that her baby was growing up and could dress himself, relief evident on her face.

Outside the house, as soon as they turned the corner, Vernon grabbed Harry's collar and pushed him against the car. He pressed his hands against the roof of the car and glared fiercely at him.

"Listen, I don't care how much you've learned from that man, but you know the Dursleys' rules. Don't get me into trouble at school!"

Harry looked at Vernon nonchalantly. "As long as Dudley doesn't do anything outrageous, neither will I."

Harry already understood the disparity between the ordinary world and the wizarding world and, to a certain extent, grasped some aspects of the Wizarding Secrecy Act enforced by the Ministry of Magic.

He knew that openly using magic in front of Muggles could attract the Ministry's attention.

Yet, Uncle Mu En and the Ministry of Magic weren't his concerns. He had realized this the first time he met Uncle Mu En.

Rather than worrying about the Dursleys' fate, he didn't want to bring trouble to Uncle Felix.

But that didn't mean he would do nothing.

For instance, pretending to be able to use magic at will might instill fear in the Dursleys.

This could potentially make his life slightly easier in the future.

When Vernon heard Harry's words, anger swelled within him, his face turning red.

He slapped the roof of the car and growled, "Get in the car."

With that said, he ushered Harry into the car without any further explanation, slamming the door shut.

Just as the car door closed, Vernon called out to Dudley, giving him instructions.

Not uttering another word, Harry heard Dudley's complaint through the car door, "Why?! He was the one bullying me."

Tears welled in his eyes. Harry was all too familiar with this scene. Dudley hadn't shed a tear in years. He was the epitome of a bully. Yet, as long as he held back a few tears in front of the Dursleys, no matter how unreasonable the request, it would be instantly met.

However, this time, his attempt might be in vain. Petunia patted Dudley's head, consoling him, as if unable to bear seeing her baby suffer such grievance at Harry's hands.

Though heartbroken, Vernon still comforted him, "Dudley, we must show kindness. Just like true superheroes, they always show tolerance towards villains, no matter their misdeeds, don't they?"

As he spoke, Uncle Vernon retrieved his wallet from his pocket and handed Dudley ten pounds. "And this is the reward we give to superheroes."

Harry could swear he saw a smirk beneath Dudley's arm as he wiped away his tears.

"Alright, Dad. I promise."

"This is our family's pride." Vernon placed his hand proudly on Dudley's shoulder and guided him into the car.

As soon as Dudley was seated, he waved the banknotes in his hand at Harry, smiling smugly.

Harry looked away, unaffected.

At least Dudley wouldn't be causing trouble for him for a while.

However, this "while" turned out to be much shorter than Harry anticipated...

Meanwhile, Felix stood outside Moonlight Castle, stretching comfortably and admiring the scenery below the cliff.

The scenery was indeed stunning, but after admiring it for a while, he couldn't help but feel a bit bored.

Entering the house, he poked Lucifer with a fire stick.

"Hmm... huh? Why are you up so early?"

"Don't laze around, let's go!" Felix said.

Lucifer suddenly perked up with excitement. "Where are we going?! I suggest heading north towards the sea, plundering our way there. It'd be ideal to recruit some sailors to do odd jobs. Then—"

"Enough!" Felix interrupted Lucifer's thoughts, looking at him helplessly. "Piracy is outdated! Besides, we're not plundering; we're just moving around, traveling, understand?"

Lucifer sighed in boredom, crossing his arms and looking down on Felix. "Boring!"

He then grabbed the map nearby. "So, where do you suggest we go?"

"South along the Scandinavian mountains."

Lucifer glanced at the map. "That's... Norway!!"

Norway...

A smile crept onto Felix's face as he remembered something.

Norway held a significant place in magical history.

Recalling a wizarding village in Norway from a book he had read before, he marked its location on Lucifer's fireproof map.

"Let's head there first."

"Okay." Lucifer nodded, his figure surging as flames engulfed the entire castle through the numerous pipes.

At the cliff, in the deserted forest, a sudden roar of steam erupted, startling a flock of birds.

Whoosh—

White plumes of smoke billowed from the pipes atop the castle. The entire structure trembled slightly before a few small mechanical claws extended, supporting the castle as a whole.

Moonlight Castle, stationed for nearly two months, was setting out once more.

Felix soared out of the castle and hovered high in the air. He gently raised his palm, directing his attention towards the castle.

Several spells seemed to take effect on the structure as his fingertips moved in intricate patterns, weaving the magic.

"Silent—Invisible to Muggles—Protected—Secure—"

A soft blue aura enveloped the castle, muffling any sounds it might produce and rendering it inconspicuous.

Felix couldn't help but feel a sense of amazement. "Releasing so many spells simultaneously without conflict is quite remarkable."

The spells formed a cohesive network driven by intent, seamlessly weaving into the fabric of reality along the lines drawn by Felix's gestures.

Without external interference, the integration of these spells flowed naturally, akin to the harmonious functions of internal organs within a body.

There was no need for the caster to independently analyze how these disparate spells should be modified, added, or removed.

It was akin to shaping bone and meridians, allowing magic to grow and flow as if it were an extension of natural processes.

Such a concept of spellcasting was undeniably intriguing.

"Enough!" Lucifer's voice echoed in Felix's mind. "Cease your relentless pursuit of magic and get some rest!"

Felix stroked his beard with a wistful smile and reluctantly made his way back to the castle, pondering the depths of magic as he went.