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Kamen Rider Wizard Knights

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Saffron-Ranger

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Chapter III

Revelations

(Pedro's Café, Little Whinging)

Harry smiled at the waitress as she placed his coffee down in front of him. Harry had chosen a secluded café on the edge of Little Whinging to have their conversation with Mr. Weasley.

"Thanks, Jennifer," spoke Harry to the sixteen year old part-time waitress.

"Good to see you, Harry," replied Jennifer, "You too Dudley."

With that Jennifer left Harry and Dudley sat at a table with Mr. Weasley, who had promised to answer all their questions.

"You come here often?" asked Mr. Weasley to the two teens.

"Yeah, I've been coming for years to get away from my aunt and uncle," answered Harry, "They wouldn't dare be seen near a café with a foreign name, pretty handy actually."

"I've only really started coming recently," added Dudley, "It's a good place to meet up where my parents can see us getting along."

"Dumbledore wouldn't approve, he'd say that you're too far from the blood wards," spoke Mr. Weasley, "Not that he cared when he sent you here, your parents left strict instructions you were to be looked after by Sirius and Remus, the Longbottoms, myself and Molly, even Minerva."

"Professor McGonagall?" asked Harry, nearly choking on his coffee.

"Yes, she and Lily were very close," replied Mr. Weasley as he buttered his scone, "After Lily's mum died in her fourth year, Minerva became something of a surrogate parent to her, she was even named you godmother alongside Sirius. He thought it was hilarious that Minny was named, she had a soft spot for him as well."

"Really? Professor McGonagall's my godmother?" questioned Harry.

"Of course, why do you think she's so protective of you?" returned Mr. Weasley, "She wouldn't take a broom apart so meticulously and carefully for just anyone."

"That's news to me," muttered Harry.

"I'm not surprised, Dumbledore has done a shite job of teaching you of the Wizarding World, pardon my french," answered Mr. Weasley, sipping his tea, "It means I need to take you to Gringotts to sort out your finances."

"So, Mr. Weasl-" started Harry, only to be cut off.

"Call me Arthur," interjected Mr. Weasley, "I'm only Mr. Weasley when I'm at work, well I was."

"First things first, Arthur," spoke Harry, slightly apprehensively, "What was the Minotaur thing and the Ghoul things?"

"The Minotaur was a Phantom, created from the magic of a dark wizard," explained Arthur, "They were mostly used by Death Eaters during the First Wizarding War."

"Ghouls are created from the body of a Phantom as footsoldiers," continued Arthur, "Phantoms were only used as a last resort, they often caused as many causalities to the Death Eaters as they did to their targets."

"So you created the Wizard Drivers to combat them?" questioned Harry, catching on.

"Yes, the Ford Anglia was an experiment for flight charms," replied Arthur, "But I did not create the Power Rings you use, well most of then anyway. Bill found nine Rings in a tomb in Egypt last year and sent them to me to analyse, I have a lot of practice from working in the Misuse Office."

"So you used they to build the Drivers around?" guessed Dudley.

"Yes, I used them to help me build four prototype Wizard Drivers, the Driver Rings and the Joker Ring," informed Arthur, "but I lost most of them, the Ministry raided the Burrow while I was sending a Driver to you Harry. I stuffed as many Drivers and Rings in as I could and sent the package with Errol, he dropped it off at the Diggory's, who posted it to you."

"So what happened to the other Drivers and Rings?" asked Harry.

"Ministry took them, they want to weaponised them for the Aurors," replied Arthur, "They took everything, schematics, rings, drivers. I lost my job and Molly kicked me out, I've been staying in a flat in London."

"How did this happen?" questioned Harry.

"I only told one person, Perkins, my co-worker at the Misuse Office," answered Arthur, "He told the Minister thinking he would get a promotion but he got fired as well and they shut down the Misuse Office, Malfoy's been pushing for years."

"What you gonna do now?" asked Harry, "Can't you get a job?"

"Oh yeah, I've got a job," replied Arthur, "I got the platoon of Defence Professor at Hogwarts, only for a year until I get back on my feet."

"It least that's good news," muttered Harry.

"So Harry, have you ever heard of the Triwizard Tournament?" asked Arthur.

"Yeah, it was held between the three Hogwarts Houses after Slytherin left the school," answered Harry, "But they stopped it after too many died."

"Correct," confirmed Arthur, "I shouldn't really be telling you this, but they're going to be holding it again, but with more restrictions and safer. Three of the houses are going to be picked at random to enter a champion, with an age limit of fifteen."

"Can I just ask, how is this relevant?" questioned Dudley, wiping the condensation of his coke glass casually.

"I'm afraid the Ministry intend to give a Driver to each of the champions," replied Arthur, "To spice up the competition, according to Fudge anyway."

"That sounds bad," grunted Dudley.

"How I cast spells earlier, and how did I not get a letter from the Ministry for underage magic?" asked Harry, a frown forming on his face.

"When you transformed, your wand was transported to a holster on your arm so you can cast more mundane spells easily," explained Arthur, "As for not gagging a letter, when you transform the Driver disguises your magical signature, the trace on your wand doesn't know you're not of age."

"What about the Driver I used, how come it failed?" questioned Dudley.

"The Driver you used doesn't work properly, it was the first one I built," replied Arthur, "For some reason none of the Power Rings can provide enough energy for a complete transformation, hence why only your arm transformed, but you can still help fight with it."

"What about my identity?" questioned Harry, "I was thinking I should keep it a secret for now, you never who could take advantage of it."

"Quite correct, it's best you hide it for now," affirmed Arthur, "But you can't transform in front of wizards. The Drivers have a built in cloaking device for when you transform, but it only hides you from muggles."

Suddenly, a loud smash echoed and the glassfront of the café exploded inwards, peppering everyone inside with glass. A Hellhound Phantom stepped through the empty frame, looking around as the customers and staff ran away from him.

"Kamen Rider Flame? Where are you?" mocked Hellhound, "It's time to burn!"

With a yell Hellhound tossed a ball of fire, which set fire to a table. Harry sighed calmly and put down his now glass filled coffee.

"That was a really good coffee," spoke Harry, "But it looks like it's show time."

In unison both Harry and Dudley raised themselves from their seats and slid their Driver Ring into place. Diving to avoid a fireball the two placed the ring over the handprint on the their Drivers and pressed the rotate button.

DRIVER ON!

SHABADOOBI TOUCH HENSHIN!

The two rolled back to their feet, Harry donning the Flame Ring and Dudley the Joker Ring. Activating their respective rings the two brought their feet together and raised their left arms.

FLAME PLEASE!

JOKER PLEASE!

A red seal appeared by Harry and swept across his body, transforming him into Kamen Rider Flame. A purple seal appeared by Dudley and swept up his arm, armour forming around it.

"Alright, let's go!" called Harry, he and Dudley calling their respective WizarSwordGun and charging at Hellhound.

-Kamen Rider-