The next morning, when Vison descended from the bedroom on the second floor, he found Harry already waiting outside the shop.
"Good morning, Harry," Vison yawned, opening the door and looking at him curiously. "Why are you here so early today?"
He glanced at his watch. "I think it's still breakfast time."
Normally, Harry came to Vison's place around noon, but today, he had arrived before nine o'clock.
Harry looked anxious, standing at the door and glancing around. When the door opened, he immediately spoke.
"Good morning, Mr. Vison," Harry said urgently, clearly not relaxed. "This morning, when I tried to leave…"
Vison patted him on the back, sensing Harry's distress.
"Don't worry, Harry," Vison stepped aside, letting Harry enter the shop. "You can tell me slowly if it's not urgent."
Harry took a deep breath, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. He followed Vison into the shop, glancing out the window from time to time, still on edge as if something were preventing him from calming down.
Vison observed him, raised his hand, and picked up a potato from the shelf, playing with it absentmindedly. "You haven't had breakfast, have you? Today's menu is exploding mashed potatoes. Want some?"
"No, thanks," Harry replied, suddenly rushing to the window, peering outside as if waiting for someone.
Vison continued preparing the mashed potatoes, not quite understanding what was bothering Harry. "So what's going on?" he asked, turning the potato in his hands. He gently cut it open on the cutting board. "No explosion today. Looks like we're lucky."
Harry kept staring out the window for nearly a minute, glancing over his shoulder. When he saw no one following him, he finally let out a quiet sigh of relief.
"This morning, I told Aunt I was going to do community service as usual," Harry began, his voice tense. "But today, she seemed to notice something was off. She suddenly asked me, 'What community activity lasts more than half a year?'"
Harry mimicked his Aunt's voice, exaggerating it for effect. "And then?"
Vison, now more intrigued, scooped some mashed potatoes with a fork and took a bite. "And then?"
Harry leaned against the window frame, his body tense as he recounted the rest of the conversation. "She wants Dudley to come with me. She said, 'Go see what Harry's doing and make sure he's not lying.'"
Vison nodded, his face calm. "So, you ran away before Dudley could catch up."
Harry looked exasperated. "Yeah. I think he's probably looking for me right now."
Vison gently set his fork down, his expression shifting to one of mild understanding. "Harry, don't worry. This may be because the suggestion I gave your Aunt is starting to wear off."
"Suggestion?" Harry asked, his brow furrowing. He knew that Vison had cast some sort of spell on his Aunt but didn't fully understand the details.
Vison smiled and nodded patiently. "About six months ago, I used magic to make your Aunt believe that I was a community worker. She thought it made sense for you to join me in these community activities. But, perhaps, after all this time, her suspicion is starting to grow."
Harry visibly relaxed at the explanation but his concern quickly returned. "Then what should I do? What if she finds out I'm a wizard?"
Vison chuckled lightly, shaking his head. "Even if she finds out you're a wizard, so what? Once you learn enough magic, none of this will be a problem. Besides, I'm still here to help you."
Harry's face lit up with realization. Vison was a wizard, after all. If he could cast the spell once, surely he could do it again if needed.
"You'll help me, right?" Harry asked, his tone full of hope.
Vison chuckled again, more amused this time. "Of course I will. I'm your professor, Harry," he said, his voice full of assurance. "Would I leave you to face this alone?"
At that, Harry froze, the weight of the words settling over him. "You're right. You're my professor." He seemed to relax completely, the last traces of anxiety fading from his face.
A new sense of security washed over Harry, something he hadn't felt before. It was as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.
Vison finished his breakfast, stood up, and stretched. "Alright, Harry, the rest period is over. Time to continue learning how to brew the Blood-Replenishing Potion."
At those words, Harry's face immediately tensed up.
That afternoon, Vison visited Privet Drive, helped Harry solve his Aunt's problems, and gave Harry a short break. When he returned to the shop, he saw a figure standing outside the door, holding a box and glancing around nervously.
The figure spotted Vison and waved energetically.
"Archer, over here!" he called loudly.
Vison immediately recognized the voice.
"Only one person would call me 'Archer,'" Vison muttered under his breath, a smile forming on his lips. It was Professor Kettleburn.
Vison walked quickly toward him. "Your speed is surprising, Professor. I just sent the letter out yesterday morning."
Professor Kettleburn slapped Vison on the back with a grin. "In fact, I didn't receive the letter from your owl until last evening. You mentioned you had made my prosthetic limbs, so I came over right away."
Vison led the professor inside, quickly making his way to the back of the shop. "I have everything prepared, Professor."
He asked Professor Kettleburn to take a seat while he retrieved the prosthetics.
With a sense of anticipation in the air, Vison carefully brought out three long boxes from a drawer behind the counter. Inside were the prosthetics Professor Kettleburn needed: an arm, a leg, and a half-leg.
Vison opened one of the boxes and revealed the prosthetic arm inside. The professor could barely contain his excitement.
He grabbed the arm immediately and began to inspect it carefully. The prosthetic was simple in design. The ebony surface retained its natural texture, smooth but not overly polished. The joints were meticulously carved, but there were no unnecessary decorations or embellishments. It was exactly the way Vison knew the professor preferred—functional, efficient, and durable, with no fancy flourishes.
Vison watched as Professor Kettleburn examined the arm with satisfaction. "It's perfect," the professor said with a pleased nod. "You always know exactly what I need."
Vison smiled in response. "I'm glad you're happy, Professor."
The professor looked up at him with a smile full of gratitude. "You've outdone yourself this time, Archer."
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