Chapter 185

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Dear Spencer

I understand your frustration and fear of the magical world. I don't like a lot of it much myself but I wouldn't want to give up magic. There are a lot of beautiful and awe-inspiring things about the magical world, it's just British wizarding society that I'm on the fence about, or more accurately the part of British magical society that includes English Purebloods, Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic. Ireland seems much more sensible, at least the part of the Irish magical world that I've encountered does. Hopefully the American wizarding world is more equal in the way they treat everybody, but I suppose the memory altering spells would be known there too and there are evil people in America too, both magical and non-magical, we just don't know enough about it, even if their government might hopefully be better.

I don't know of a spell that can implant memories, and I wanted to tell you I had no evidence of it ever happening. But then I remembered that time I was badly beaten at the Dursleys and posted you a letter on my way to the police station. Before you sent me my letter back, I honestly believed that I'd had the flu. But once I knew the truth I know I was recovering from a beating. I don't know if my memories were deliberately changed or my pain addled brain just thought I'd been sick because it was the only rational explanation for feeling like all my muscles and joints in my whole body ached like that without visible injuries or the beating I could no longer remember happening.

Hermione wrote to me today about her holiday with her parents, she told me about the magical shopping district she found in Spain. It wasn't much good for her since she doesn't speak or read Spanish and they didn't have any English books but some of the things she described were fascinating even if she could only get very basic or vague explanations of what they were and what they did. Better than that her need to document every detail she could means that I should be able to find the place if I ever go to Barcelona.

The frustrating thing is that she's likely to tell everyone who asks about her holidays, so if she talks about writing to me over the break as well anyone with any common sense will be realise that she told me too. Mind you, common sense and deductive reasoning doesn't seem nearly as common as its name suggests, especially in the magical world. So maybe it would still be safe to go there but I'm not sure it's worth the risk. What I wish she did tell me, is the technique used to find the magical areas of a strange city, or at least how she found out where the magical shopping district in Barcelona was. I have written back to ask but I'm not sure whether she will write back again before the first of September since she will expect to see me on the Hogwarts Express, and she isn't great at answering my questions when she writes.

Seamus Dad is doing well and starting to work out on the farm again but his friends and Mrs Finnegan are restricting him from how much heavy work he does. I think that I may have given myself away a bit, with him. We were repairing a fence that had a tree fall on it, and I was using wandless lightening charms to help him, and he told me to stop it and put my wand away when his brother turned up to help, then realised that I was actually lifting my own rocks and couldn't be using my wand. He gave me a funny look and thanked me for my help, and sent me off to help Seamus and Dean with cutting the hay paddock. Then later in the day he asked Seamus to come help him with something and Seamus came back after that giving me a funny look. He hasn't said anything to me though.

How did your exams for the end of the summer semester go. Have you got a couple of weeks off now before the regular year starts? How is your mum?

They say Superman can speak seven different languages, but nobody seems to agree on what seven, the common consensus is Japanese, Latin, French, Spanish, German, Italian and the other ones mentioned are Cantonese, Mandarin, Korean, Vietnamese, Thai, Hindi, Arabic, Bengali and Eskimo.

Your friend always

Harry

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