Harry throws Potions. Avoid the Fuddy-Duddy!
Hari leaves Mo Xuanyu in the side courtyard where they patched themselves after the fuss around noon, with a stern warning – ‘please A-Yu just stay here so that I don’t have to scramble everywhere to find you before we leave…’ ‘Aiya! Alright! I’ll stay put here!’ – before he slips through the halls and heads to the Young Master Mo’s rooms. Stepping lightly past the door where he hears the servants measured breathing indicating sleep, he silently entered the chambers. Eyes quickly taking in the entirety of the slightly-gaudy room, he spots his bag in the corner, tossed carelessly behind some cushions, and once again slips out with a wandless prayer of silencio at the door.
He was slightly giddy that his wandless – and soundless – casting of the spell had worked when he did not hear the door snick shut, and turned to head back to A-Yu as quickly as possible.
Curse Potter Luck.
As soon as he passed the servants quarters, there was an uproar near the main courtyard, and even as he slipped from shadow to shadow as swift as possible, the distinct shrill screech of Madam Mo was heard screaming accusations of A-Yu and ‘My Baby!’ indicating nothing good for either Hari or Xuanyu.
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Sincerely, Hari would like to offer a pile of dung in thanks to Death to show how much he appreciated him. He is partially locked from his magical core except for the simplest of spells, he had little to no self-defense training – dodging Harry-Hunting and bludgers on a broom doesn’t really translate into self-defense when there was a god-damned inferni trying to strangle him and A-Yu! His potions were utter crap, and only through his measly experiments here in this new world was he able to drive s small, workable number based on the multiple explosions he made in his cauldron blundering through his botched attempt at potions!
So, he used his potions, throwing them with as much precision possible, supporting the guests in white who had drawn their swords in order to fight the “fierce corpse,” as they called it here. In the midst of the chaos, A-Yu was sticking to him like a leech – ‘Next to A-Hari is the safest!’ – a sharp *thwang* rang out, which Hari later found out was a guquin, Played by the esteemed Hanguang-jun, but before he could catch a glimpse of whoever had suppressed the corpse with a single energy-filled note, A-Yu had hiked Hari over his shoulder like a bag of rice – when did he get so strong? – and sprinted out of the Main house, slung them both over a donkey, and was murmuring a mile a minute – ‘That fuddy-duddy is here all ready, better scram before he notices,” – and Hari, befuddled and ready to leave this place already, gently took the reigns of the stubborn donkey that resisted the urging of A-Yu, and after patting it’s neck for a second, asked it to take them out of the village, beginning their journey to get away, far away from the Mo Estate, as possible.