Howl's face revealed an undisguised mischievous smile as he watched the two little devils flee in a panic.
"Sir, was that just..." Harry asked in a low voice, a little embarrassed.
Howl shook his head, waving his hands repeatedly: "How would I know? Don't ask me about such things. I'm just an ordinary person."
Harry didn't believe him at all. An ordinary person wouldn't encourage his actions just now; on the contrary, they would feel fear and anger.
"The reason they feel fear is because that kind of action exceeds their understanding," Howl explained, holding out a hand.
"So, is this normal for you?" Harry suddenly realized that the uncle in front of him had just asked if he was a Wizard, a sorcerer, or something else.
Howl looked at Harry: "It's alright. I've seen quite a lot, so for me, what you just did is nothing."
"So, sir... what am I?!" Harry said, a little unsure, as he looked blankly at his hands.
What exactly was within him?
"Hold the shovel and dig, you brat, don't pull this stunt," Howl said unceremoniously.
"Oh, sorry," Harry reacted, quickly apologizing.
Seeing Harry return to work, he continued to explain: "That's the power of magic, kid. You are a Wizard, a born Wizard."
Suddenly, Harry felt as if the world had stopped. The breeze halted, the clouds in the sky became motionless, and even his own movements instantly became stiff.
"I-I-I... I... I'm sorry, sir, what did you say?" Harry stammered.
"Wizard!" Howl said again, simultaneously spreading his right hand, and a ball of flame ignited spontaneously in his palm.
Harry instantly forgot to breathe. Howl's arm, with its rolled-up sleeve, was covered in runes Harry couldn't understand, and the flame burning in his hand was like a scene from a dream.
Crack—
He made a fist, and the flame vanished.
"Just showing you a little; I can't expose too much. Otherwise, I might get caught by the Ministry of Magic."
"What is the Ministry of Magic?" Harry asked curiously, staring blankly at Howl's clenched fist.
"I don't know either. It must be some evil organization. They tried to abduct me last time. If Lucifer hadn't deployed a magic-blocking spell, they might have found this place by now."
He knew almost nothing about this world, not even how the Ministry of Magic had found him back then. Wasn't he just flying around over London? He was suddenly caught.
Damn it, he wasn't streaking, so why did they catch him?
Fortunately, although he didn't know how the Ministry of Magic had found him, those guys hadn't found his lair yet.
"So, can I also be like you? With flames coming from my hands?" There was a hint of expectation in Harry's eyes.
"I don't know," Howl shook his head.
This world seems to use sticks to cast magic...
And they're small sticks, like chopsticks.
Then, Harry asked many more questions, and Howl's answers remained consistently the same:
"I don't know." "Unclear." "Who knows?"
However, Harry was still very happy. At least this gentleman didn't show any impatience. Aside from constantly calling him 'kid' and always having that expressionless face, he felt this uncle was quite good.
"Alright," Howl clapped his hands, signaling Harry to bring out the Moon Spirit Flower, which had been completely dug up. Harry carefully held the cluster of flowers, waiting for Howl's next instruction.
"Come in," Howl led the way forward.
"Okay," Harry was a little nervous, then looked back at Number Four, Privet Drive.
He vaguely felt that the house at number thirteen was a different world from here.
Thinking this, he steeled himself and walked inside, filled with both fear and anticipation.
Inside the house, it was a mess. A fire calmly burned in the fireplace, and a broom leaned against the door. Various items were piled haphazardly. Upon seeing this, Harry looked incredulously at Howl, who was dressed in a well-fitted suit and looked very handsome.
It was hard to imagine...
Howl closed the door, and Harry noticed a circular disk in the upper right corner of the main door.
The disk was divided into two halves: one brown, the other verdant green. A pointer rested in the middle of the brown half.
Then, he saw Howl twist the doorknob.
Ding—!
The pointer spun, making a crisp, pleasant sound like a bell, then turned to the green side.
Howl opened the door again, and Harry's eyes widened. Outside the door was not Privet Drive at all, but a lush green meadow, and further ahead, a cliff.
Howl raised an eyebrow and stepped outside.
"What are you still standing there for? Come here quickly," Howl said.
Harry stiffly jumped down the small steps. When he turned his head, he realized he was inside a Castle about four or five stories high, seemingly pieced together from various residences. He even saw abstract eyes, ears, nose, and mouth on the Castle.
Lucifer chose a very good location. This was deep in the mountains. The Castle itself was hidden at the edge of tall redwoods, and directly opposite was a meadow, with a cliff further ahead—a perfect view, and it allowed the Moon Spirit Flower to efficiently absorb the moonlight.
"Let's begin. Transplant the flower," Howl commanded unceremoniously.
"Uh... Ah, okay," Harry responded somewhat blankly, still not recovered from the shock.
Howl selected a good spot, then tossed the shovel to Harry, telling him to do it himself, and then returned to the house.
Seeing no one around, Harry became bolder. His mind began to wander, and he occasionally glanced towards the Castle hidden among the redwood trees.
Magical magic, a giant Castle, and...
Harry looked down at the cliff face. The wind blew, revealing the scar on his forehead. Below the cliff was an endless green ocean, and beyond the distant mountains were even more towering peaks.
It was a sight he had never seen before.
Then, Harry thought that he, too, was a Wizard.
Were his mom and dad also powerful Wizards?
He thought as he shoveled dirt.
Inside the Castle, Lucifer asked lazily, "Who's that kid? The one who ruined the Moon Spirit Flower?"
Howl nodded, took out sausages and bacon from the refrigerator, and then a small lamb chop, preparing to start lunch.
Pfft.
Lucifer emerged from the stove again, propping up the frying pan. Beside him, the cleaver and spatula automatically jumped up and began to prepare the side dishes.
Howl just held the frying pan and skillfully cracked two eggs.
"This kid has magic in him. I plan to follow the clues around him to see if I can find an opportunity to learn about the magic of this world."
"If you ask me, crunch..." Halfway through, Lucifer opened his mouth and swallowed the eggshell.
"If you ask me, you might as well fly two more circles over London. Someone will naturally come to catch you. Then, after collecting enough information, you can break out of prison," Lucifer said nonchalantly.
"You fellow..." Howl shook his head helplessly. Ever since they spent a few years as pirates in the Caribbean Sea, Lucifer's way of thinking always had a violent streak.
"I'm not that strong anymore," Howl explained. "Don't underestimate this world. I still have a Curse on me."
"Oh, yes. A pilot turned into a pig. And a Wizard actually turned into a cat. That's quite funny... crunch..."
Unbeknownst to him, the disguise on Howl's face had disappeared, replaced by a somewhat round, silver-white cat's head.
"And a Maine Coon at that..." Lucifer added.
"Damn it, just eat your food, can't you be quiet!" Howl said irritably.