studiobondurri Chapter 108 - 107: What Was That Elf’s Name?
Chapter 108 - 107: What Was That Elf’s Name?
Hearing Harry's plea, Edward just chuckled.
"Relax, Harry. I'm not getting punished for this, and they won't be cursed either. Like I said, it's just a reminder."
Harry let out a sigh of relief.
Edward drew his longsword again, though it had shrunk considerably, now no bigger than a dagger.
Uncle Vernon, puffing up his bulky frame, lumbered to block the living room door, raising his fists.
"You're not getting through here! Not unless you step over my dead body! I'm a boxing champion, you little freak! Come on, then!"
"I just hope you can spare a tenth of the love you have for your wife and son for Harry, Mr. Dursley," Edward said coolly.
He didn't even glance at Vernon, instead stopping at the door to the cupboard under the stairs.
Holding the sword like a quill, Edward traced green magical energy across the wooden door, carving glowing marks.
"No mistreating Harry."hing was clear: until he figured this out, he couldn't let Potter—or anyone else—know the truth.
Noticing the suspicious looks from the others, Draco quickly spun a lie.
"My mistake. It sounded like the name of an elf from a distant relative, but that one's called Dulby, not Dobby."
"If you didn't hear it clearly, you could've just asked Harry to repeat it instead of yelling in the street," Daphne said, rolling her eyes.
But Edward fixed Draco with a deep, piercing look that made him feel like a bug under a magnifying glass.
Draco scrambled to change the subject.
"So, what's the plan? Potter can't just wander the streets dragging his trunk like a vagabond. Makes us look like beggars."
"Shopping in Diagon Alley?" Pansy and Daphne said in unison.
Even twelve-year-old girls couldn't resist the lure of shopping, especially when they had their own spending money.
"I've got a better idea. It's nearby—follow me," Edward said, a spark of inspiration in his voice.
While sitting on the top deck of the Knight Bus earlier, he'd spotted a great spot near Little Whinging.
Edward strode ahead, occasionally glancing up to check his bearings, while the other four trailed behind, confused.
Daphne, Draco, and Pansy had no clue what was around, just following Edward's lead.
Harry seemed to have an inkling of where they were headed, but he was baffled. Edward grew up in a wizarding family—how did he know about a place like this?
Soon, the five stood at the entrance to a noisy, bustling place.
It looked like a park, with people streaming in and out, shouts and screams filling the air.
"What is this place?" Draco asked skeptically.
"Draco, if you can still read, you'll see it's called an 'amusement park,'" Daphne said, pointing to the sign by the ticket booth.
"It sounds like the Muggles in there are screaming. Are we sure this is somewhere we should go?" Pansy asked, looking unnerved.
"Of course not, Pansy," Edward said, grinning with excitement. "An amusement park, as the name says, is a place for fun—Muggle entertainment at its best."
He gazed at the spinning Ferris wheel, the roller coaster eliciting shrieks, and the twinkling carousel, memories from his past life flooding back.
Since crossing into this world, Edward had always felt that wizarding entertainment was sorely lacking. Compared to Muggles, it was practically stuck in the Middle Ages.
Quidditch was one of the few group activities, and other collective fun was almost nonexistent. Even circuses were rare, and most used smuggled magical creatures.
Wizarding prejudice and fear of Muggles stemmed largely from ignorance and the unknown. That's why Dumbledore introduced Muggle Studies in third year.
Now, these Slytherins were less hostile toward Muggles than before, and with such a perfect opportunity, why not let them learn more?
Edward firmly believed equality came from mutual understanding, and this was a key step in helping the Slytherins see Muggles differently.
After all, who could resist the joy of an amusement park?
"Harry, did the Dursleys ever bring you here?" Edward asked.
"No way. The only place they ever took me was the London Zoo," Harry said, brimming with excitement. "I've always wanted to come here, but I never had any pocket money."
The three Slytherins were baffled by Harry and Edward's enthusiasm.
What was so special about this place?
Was it actually... fun?