trainer at hogwarts

Harry's mouth opened in shock: "This, such a beautiful little bird, where did it come from?"

"I can't tell you magic," Morris said proudly. This was his unique skill. No one except him knew it. "Well, I gave it to you."

Harry took the blue cotton bird in surprise, and then hesitated: "Wow, I am so happy, but I am afraid, I am afraid that I may not be able to take good care of it, and that I may not be able to give it a good living environment."

"It doesn't matter, you can just let it go, but you have to communicate with it regularly. The green cotton bird likes to eat fruits, so just give it the usual fruits." Morris said nonchalantly.

This blue cotton bird is not an elf that Morris has conquered. It is a Qixi blue bird that he temporarily picked out from the race that he didn't like and used it as a tool bird for Morris. Why do you say you don’t like it? It is said that the female Tanabata Blue Bird that Morris liked fell in love with this Qing Cotton Bird’s uncle.

Morris personally feels that the messenger should look like a messenger, for example, be more handsome.

"This little guy is a green cotton bird. You can give it a name." Morris suggested.

Harry's heart was moved. He liked this soft little guy very much: "These white wings are so beautiful. I think, how about calling him Hedwig?"

"Sea, Hedwig" Maurice looked at Harry and then at the blue cotton bird in his hand.

"Well, I think this name is great," Harry said happily, "Look, he likes it too."

The green cotton bird Hedwig rubbed against Harry's palm and seemed to like this new owner very much.

Morris was speechless. The little broken bird probably knew that the new owner was not involved in his family's messy love story, and he didn't want to have sex with his uncle next door, so he was so close to him.

"Hedwig" Harry happily hugged the new little bird, and Hedwig kept chirping.

Morris: "By the way, if you have anything, you can also write and ask Hedwig to bring it to me."

"Hedwig can still deliver letters," Harry said in surprise.

"Well, it knows my family. Of course, you can come over and play when you are free." Morris smiled.

"This may not work" Harry said a little depressed.

"Harry there he is talking to a strange boy"

Morris turned his head unhappily and looked in the direction of the sound. Ah, it was a moving humanoid fat pig, Harry's cousin, Dudley.

Harry reflexively hid Hedwig behind him, his face turned a little pale.

Maurice blocked Harry behind him and twirled his fist: "Hey, who did I think was so arrogant? It turns out to be the little guy from the Dursley family."

"Who are you? How do you know who I am?" Dudley saw that this strange little kid dared to use his fists in front of him, and couldn't help but want to compete.

"Ha, I not only know who you are, but I also know more." Morris pointed his finger at him, "Come here, I will tell you something interesting."

Dudley came over doubtfully: "What's going on?"

Maurice counted his fingers and said mysteriously: "Dudley Dursley, birthday is June 1980, 6. The family lives at No. 23 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, is the family of Vernon and Petunia Dursley. your only son. On the mantelpiece of your house at No. 4 Privet Drive are pictures of you riding your first bicycle, riding the carousel at the fair, playing computer games with your father, and being photographed by your Photos of mothers hugging each other and kissing each other. Right?"

Dudley pointed at Harry angrily: "How dare you tell people outside your home what happened at home? I'm going to tell my parents that you're finished."

"Don't worry." Maurice pressed his hand, "Harry knows this, Shan Yeyou doesn't know that when you were little, you were as round as you are now, with golden curly hair. You will Screaming for candy, throwing tantrums and throwing breakfast cereal against the wall, looking like a big pink beach balloon wearing a colorful baby hat. On November 1981, 11 Day, you learned the word "never". When these things happened, Harry was also a child. If you don't believe it, you can ask your parents and ask them if what I said is right."

Dudley's expression was a little horrified: "You, why do you know what happened when I was a child?"

Maurice whispered in his ear: "Have you heard of the prophet?"

Dudley shook his head wildly.

Morris took two steps back and smiled: "So whether it's the past or the future, I know it. Dursley, do you want to know what middle school you will go to in the future?"

Dudley swallowed and nodded.

"In 1991, you will enter Smelting School, which is also your father's alma mater." Morris tried to look like a master, "Of course, I won't tell you which school Harry will go to, um, okay , so to speak, Harry is my future junior, so as a senior, I have to protect him, do you have any objections?"

Dudley was stunned. His father had vaguely mentioned to him once about going to Smelting School. Not even his mother knew about it, and it was even less likely that Harry knew about it. In other words, the guy in front of me who is about the same age as me can really predict.

And Harry will go to the same school with him in the future

"I know you're a good fighter." Morris picked up a stone from the roadside and gave it to Dudley, "See if it's a stone."

Dudley took it, looked at it, and nodded confusedly.

Morris smiled and took it back, holding it in his hand, and with a force, the stone immediately fell apart.

Dudley: ""

Harry: ""

Morris clapped his hands and then patted Dudley on the shoulder: "These are just trivial matters."

Dudley dared not move.

Harry was stunned. What kind of new friend had he made?

"It's best not to tell my existence." Maurice said with a smile, "Otherwise you don't want to face Harry like that. Goodbye."

He walked away gracefully, leaving Dudley and Harry, one fat and one thin, standing there stupidly.

"Why did it take you so long to go to the bathroom? We thought you were lost and were going to find you." Field said as he stuffed a large piece of steak into his mouth.

Morris had a cold face: "Dad, with all due respect, I didn't see that you wanted to come to me at all."

Clarissa smoothed things over: "It's such a treasure. We originally wanted to find you, but unfortunately this dish happened to be served. It was a pity that the chef had finally cooked it and it was cold, so we decided to eat it and then go find you."

Morris: ""

You just couldn't hold it back and ate it first, what excuse are you looking for?