Quickly rushing back to the Broken Cauldron pub, a portion of the Blush Juice hadn't even been finished when Harry's reply arrived, it was short, just a few words, Hagrid and I are on our way to the Broken Cauldron pub.

Now Luke could eat up with more peace of mind, he ordered some meal snacks, Luke had ordered quite a few extra portions because of the knowledge that Hagrid was coming.

He asked Tom for a more conventional drink pumpkin juice to await their arrival, which was made by pulverising pumpkin, green apple and almonds into juice; then pouring cinnamon and pumpkin pie spice into the pumpkin puree and stirring until the spices were fully incorporated into the juice, adding water and continuing to stir. It tasted a little more palatable than the memory of Luna Lovegood's preferred blush juice that she had just tried.

"Luke, I'm here!" Harry waved excitedly towards Luke. Next to him stood a lanky giant of a man, his face almost completely hidden by his long, unkempt hair and tangled, thick beard, but you could still see his eyes, which looked like black beetles, gleaming beneath his hair.

The two of them were carrying packages of various sizes and shapes, and Harry had a sleeping snowy owl in his arms.

It was a good thing that there were hardly any muggle-born freshmen coming through the Broken Kettle pub right now, or else such large-bodied giants must have attracted a lot of attention.

"Luke, this is Rube Hagrid, Hogwarts' Keeper of the Keys and Keeper of the Hunting Grounds." Harry cheerfully introduced Hagrid to his best friend. "Hagrid, this is Luke Harris, one of my best friends." It was obvious that Harry was a lot livelier seeing someone familiar in an unfamiliar environment.

"Nice to meet you, Hagrid." Luke held out his hand like a grown-up.

Hagrid winked, placed his things on the table, rubbed his hand on his oversized moleskin jacket, and carefully took Luke's hand in his entirety, "Nice to meet you, Luke."

Tom, the barman, brought up the meal Luke had just ordered, and Luke ordered a glass of the fish-flavoured green ale his old man had been drinking for Hagrid. The atmosphere was definitely much different with the food present and the three of them feasted, everyone was hungry after a busy day.

"Luke, everyone thinks I'm special," Harry put down his fork and his heart at the same time, "Those people at the Broken Cauldron pub, Professor Chilo, Mr Ollivander, but I don't know anything about magic. How can they expect me to achieve great things? I'm famous, but I don't even remember any of the things that made me famous. On the night of the v-excuse me-I mean, the night my parents died, I had no idea what was going on."

Before Luke could say anything, Hagrid stroked Harry's head, his expression underneath his bushy beard and eyebrows looking a little guilty, "Don't think about those things, Harry. You'll learn soon enough. The vast majority of people at Hogwarts learn from scratch. You'll learn just fine. Cheer up. You're going to have a great time at Hogwarts, like I - honestly - did and still do."

"Harry, the vast majority of students living in wizarding families don't know much more than you do, and believe me, you'll be excellent." Luke nodded, agreeing strongly with Hagrid's words before winking at Harry, "I don't think it should be possible for almost anyone to remember what they were swaddled in..."

"But you're just from a wizarding family, you're so good and learn everything really fast, I'm just awful compared to you." Harry wasn't consoled by this, think about it, if all the younger wizards were beings like Luke, he would be at the bottom of the pile, and then the school would, I'm afraid, think it had got it wrong and drop him out of school.

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Luke looked at Harry's brows that were furrowed together as he spoke, and said persuasively, "With the snowy owls that Hagrid gave you, you can write to me more often this holiday, and I'll tell you everything you want to know about the wizarding world, and besides, you can study your homework ahead of time, and as a matter of fact, a lot of Muggle-born wizards usually perform better than some purebloods at the start of the school year , especially when it comes to academics, as they usually prep their textbooks a bit in advance, whereas purebloods have the advantage of being just a bit more insightful, except for the few families that still have a preserved family heritage. If you'd like, my father asked me to invite you to be a guest at my house before school starts, and then we can go to school together."

Luke's tactic of changing the subject was very successful and Harry did perk up, "Great, then I can get out of my aunt's house early!"

After enjoying the food, Hagrid, who looked a little embarrassed to be treated by a child, offered to escort Harry back while Luke continued to wait for his family at the Broken Cauldron pub, and Harry already looked a lot more relaxed by the time they said their goodbyes.

Finally waiting for his family to return with their large bags, Luke and the others returned to their home, each organising their belongings. Luke returned to his bedroom with the items that belonged to him, now that he had enough private time, to check out the quest rewards.

The magical orb of Lady Luck Falls rested quietly in the system storage space, emitting a warm luminescence, with it, Luke would gain a great defensive advantage when facing negative magical effects such as curses.

There was also the ancient alchemist Jeb's alchemy tips. A thick stack of parchment was neatly stacked in a storage space, Luke summoned the topmost one, and an aura full of the vicissitudes of history spread out.

After initially flipping through a few sheets, the seemingly concise text contained not-so-simple content, the principles of crafting magical wonders, spells, lists of required materials, and so on were all there. Luke put down Jeb's insights, "This is definitely not something that can be casually researched and thoroughly understood, not to mention the principles, but those strange herbs such as Mystic Cerulean, Mistletoe and so on require a lot of time and luck to obtain."

Eyes to the bottle of magic potential potion, Luke thought of Gellert Grindelwald, Albus Dumbledore and the mysterious man, this kind of magical power is obviously much more powerful than ordinary wizards - the school year is about to start, the urgent thing is to strengthen the "Brain Closure" practice, not only that, but also to strengthen the "Brain Closure" practice. The imminent thing is to strengthen the practice of "brain closure", not only that, but also to take this bottle of potion, only in this way, can ensure that his origin will never be known.

Thinking of this, Luke flipped out the Encyclopaedia of Magic Spells and carefully speculated.

Brain Closure is a magical art that resists mental penetration from the outside world, it closes the brain to counteract magical invasion and influence, and the magic that opposes it is Regaining Spirit and Taking Thoughts. Those who were proficient in the art of Brain Closure were called Brain Closers, who could not only resist the attacks of Regurgitation, but also convince the wielder of Regurgitation that the illusions they saw created in their minds were their true thoughts, in order to deceive their opponents.

Luke knew that Severus Snape, the Potions professor at Hogwarts, was an extremely accomplished brain-sealer, as he was able to act as a spy among the Death Eaters under the nose of Mystique - if that socket counted as a nose, Mystique! But a skilled mind-retrievalist, and with good reason to doubt Snape's loyalty.

Dumbledore himself was skilled in brain-sealing, and was perfectly capable of teaching Harry if he wanted to. But Harry had only learnt some of the basic theory, and had never made much progress in resisting Dementia Taking Nemesis probing.

But even if he had practised it, it was expected that the connection between Harry and the Mystic would have made the Brain Closure spell ineffective, because Voldemort had unconsciously transferred a part of his soul to Harry when he was struck by the killing spell bounced back by that ancient protection spell cast by Harry's mother, Lily, at the cost of her life, and cast by Voldemort himself, making Harry a special Horcrux, and the connection between them was directly acting on the soul.