Hogwarts Scholar System

Harry lay upright on the bed, breathing heavily. The lightning-shaped scar suddenly felt hot and painful, waking Harry up from his dream.

Sitting up, Harry touched the scar with his fingers, but it still hurt terribly.Harry turned on the desk lamp, got out of bed, went to the wardrobe, opened the wardrobe and looked at the mirror on the wardrobe.

He smoothed the hair from his forehead and looked carefully at the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead in the mirror. He couldn't see anything unusual, but it still hurt terribly.

Harry tried to recall the scene that had just occurred in his mind——

A dark room. . .The fireplace burned brightly. . .There was a snake lying on the carpet in front of the fireplace. Although the specific size of the snake could not be seen clearly, its ugly triangular head seemed to be enough to swallow it alive. . .There were two other people, a strange woman with curly hair and a slightly crazy look in her eyes, and the one on the chair. . .

Is that Voldemort?Instinct tells Harry that it should be him, but hasn't Voldemort already lost his form and can only coexist with others by possessing him?Also, how could he still have a wand in his hand and kill someone?

The victim seemed to be an old man, but Harry couldn't remember what he looked like.

He closed his eyes tightly and tried to recall Voldemort's appearance, but he couldn't.Whenever he thought about the scene of Voldemort's chair turning around, Harry's heart felt as if it had fallen into an ice cellar, and he felt chills all over. A huge fear surged into his heart, preventing Harry from continuing to remember.

Harry lifted his face from his hands, opened his eyes, and stared around the bedroom, as if he expected to see something unusual.Indeed, the room was filled with a host of unusual items.There was a large wooden box at the foot of his bed, which contained his wizarding robes, study books, pots, and the Firebolt that Harry still didn't know who had delivered it.

But now, his favorite Quidditch and Firebolt can't divert his attention.Harry put the book called "Flying with the Cannon" on the bedside table, walked to the window, opened the curtains, and looked at the street below.

Privet Drive looks exactly like what a respectable suburban street should look like in the early hours of a Sunday morning.The curtains were drawn tightly on both sides of the street.Harry looked over in the darkness and couldn't see a living thing, not even a shadow of a kitten.

Not seeing anything unusual around him, Harry returned to the bed uneasily, sat down, and stretched out his fingers to touch his scar, which was still aching faintly.

The last time Harry's scar hurt like this was when Voldemort stole the Philosopher's Stone in his first year.

But that time Voldemort was active near him. At this moment, Voldemort could not appear at Privet Drive or nearby, but why does the scar still hurt?Harry felt uneasy.

Harry felt particularly lonely alone in the dark. Harry immediately thought of his good friends, but if Harry wrote to them and told them that his scar hurt, what would they say?

Harry thought of Maple first, but he would probably ask him to write to Dumbledore immediately.

Hermione's answer was probably similar, but should she tell the principal?But Harry had no idea where Dumbledore went during the summer vacation.Harry enjoyed imagining Dumbledore with a silver beard: wearing long wizard robes and a pointed hat, lying on a beach somewhere, applying sunscreen on his long aquiline nose.But Harry knew that even if Dumbledore went to the end of the world, Hedwig would still be able to find him.Harry's owl has so many magical powers that he has never failed to deliver a letter, even without an address.

important.The question is how to write this letter?

Dear Professor Dumbledore, I'm sorry to bother you, but my scar is hurting this morning.Yours faithfully, Harry Potter.

It's so ridiculous, not to mention writing these words down, even thinking about them in your mind is ridiculous.

Then he tried to imagine the reaction of his other best friend, Ron Weasley.Immediately, Ron's red hair and freckled face with a long nose appeared in front of Harry's eyes, with a confused expression on his face.

"Your scar hurts? But You-Know-Who can't get close to you now, can he? I don't know, Harry, maybe the curse scar always hurts a bit... I'll ask my dad..."

Mr. Weasley was a fully qualified wizard working in the Department for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts at the Ministry of Magic, but as far as Harry knew, he was not an expert on the subject of spells.And, anyway, Harry didn't want the Weasleys to panic over his moment of pain.

Mrs. Weasley made more of a fuss than Hermione, and Fred and George, Ron's sixteen-year-old twin brothers, were sure to think that Harry had become a coward.The Weasleys are Harry's favorite family in the world.

He really wished they'd invited him to stay for a while (Ron had mentioned the Quidditch World Cup), but he didn't want to have everyone nervously asking him about his scar when he was staying at the Weasley's. What a disappointment.

Harry couldn't think of anyone to talk to for a moment. He needed an adult wizard like his parents. Harry could ask him for advice without feeling stupid. That person should care about him and know how to deal with black people. magic.

It's just that Peter Pettigrew is still in Maple's hands at this moment, and Harry still doesn't know that his godfather Sirius Black is innocent, and that the dirty man Peter Pettigrew who was regarded as a hero is the real culprit who betrayed his parents.

Harry's thoughts were racing, and Harry, who was still a little childish, did not decide to write a letter to tell his friend.And as time went by, the pain in Harry's scar slowly faded away.

Turning off the lamp, Harry lay back on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Harry didn't understand what his scar meant, and he didn't know the seriousness of it.Because of his concealment, Maple still didn't know that Bellatrix had taken Peter Pettigrew's place to help Voldemort make a comeback.

The next day, when Harry suppressed a smile and watched his cousin Dudley lose weight in pain, he didn't know that the wizarding world was in trouble.The news of Professor Lupine's werewolf identity was overwhelming, not only making the front page of the Daily Prophet, but also occupying two entire pages.There was not much content in the remarks directed at Professor Lupine himself, but more insinuations against Dumbledore.

Malfoy, who had been quarrelsome with Dumbledore and was expelled from the Hogwarts board of directors the year before, even used his influence to spare no effort to publicize the matter. Not long after the Daily Prophet news was released, a large number of owls came with letters from parents. flock to Dumbledore.This was probably the first time that the principal felt that using magic to track and locate owls was a bad idea.

Meanwhile, letters of complaint were flying to the Ministry of Magic as much as there were owls looking for Dumbledore.Dumbledore was used to going his own way. He had a huge reputation and was the most powerful white wizard in the world. Apart from verbal accusations, they could not do anything to Dumbledore.

So they replaced someone who was easy to bully and put pressure on Fudge, the Minister of Magic.

I wonder if this power-hungry Minister of Magic would be furious if he knew the comparison between him and Dumbledore in the minds of the wizarding world.

"Looks like we have to find a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor!" Dumbledore said with a wry smile after receiving the letters that seemed to rain like rain.

As for the accusatory letter that Fudge sent him because he couldn't bear the pressure, he just glanced at it and put it away without taking it to heart.Of course, out of respect for the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore politely replied to Fudge.Although Dumbledore replied that he would contact Professor Lupin for the position and find a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor as soon as possible, Dumbledore did not make a single typo in the entire reply.

He didn't think Professor Lupine was an unqualified professor, but he just had to compromise because of the magical community's prejudice against werewolves.

"Voldemort's curse is really powerful. It seems we have to get a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

After Maple saw the news from the Daily Prophet, she smiled bitterly at Hermione beside her.

Maple wasn't surprised - they took action!

Polyjuice Potion cannot turn a wizard into a werewolf, nor can a vampire. And do you really dare to drink a potion that contains werewolf hair?

Moreover, a new professor is far easier to impersonate than one who has been at Hogwarts for a year.

But unintentionally, it coincides with Voldemort's curse on the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

At the Dursleys' house, they were having breakfast, and there were four slices of grapefruit on the table. Don't get me wrong, this wasn't their dessert, it was their breakfast, and it had no added sugar.

Because of the Dursleys' indulgence towards Dudley, Dudley's life was almost the same as that of a pig, except that he would not be slaughtered.Apart from his three daily meals, Dudley spent most of his time eating snacks. Dudley, who didn't like exercise, moved his whole body the most frequently, his mouth constantly moving up and down.

Dudley had run out of trousers in the school warehouse that he could fit into, after endless tantrums, earth-shattering arguments that nearly knocked the floor out of Harry's bedroom, and countless tears shed by Aunt Petunia. Afterwards, they ended up having to follow a recipe sent by the school nurse to help Dudley lose weight.

In order to protect Dudley's emotions, Aunt Petunia insisted that the whole family follow that recipe.At this point, she handed Harry a quarter of a grapefruit.A whole grapefruit was still enough for the four of them, but in the end, only Dudley and Aunt Petunia, who felt sorry for the treasure, were unlucky.

Uncle Vernon had to go out to work every day. He was a fat man and was not short of money. How could he suffer from his stomach?

Harry, on the other hand, had the help of his good friends at the magic school.When Harry gets wind that he has been living on carrot sticks all summer, he sends Hedwig to deliver a message to his friends, calling for help, and they respond immediately.Hyde brought back a large box filled with sugar-free snacks from Hermione's house (Hermione's parents were both dentists).Hagrid, the gamekeeper at Hogwarts School, enthusiastically brought a bag full of homemade rock biscuits (Harry didn't even touch it, as he had already learned about Hagrid's cooking skills).The thing that made Harry feel the best was Maple. Harry didn't expect that Maple would be able to send him candies from Hogsmeade during the holidays.

On Harry's birthday, he received a total of three huge cakes, from Ron, Hermione and Hagrid.Maple and Hermione stayed together, and they were represented by a cake, but Maple also gave him another birthday gift——

A jar of weight loss potion.

It can make people lose excess body fat without side effects. Maple suggested that Harry give this gift to Dudley and his son after receiving Ron's Quidditch letter.

What made Harry most satisfied were the five small vials that came with the potion, with the labels 'spicy', 'stinky', 'burnt', 'disgusting' and 'crying' written on them.

Among them, nausea potions and malodor potions are not the same. Foul-smelling potions smell extremely bad, while nausea potions only look very unappetizing, but do not affect the sense of smell.

Harry laughed immediately after receiving this gift. Maple understood him so well.Moreover, Maple did not directly prepare a weight-loss potion that was uncomfortable to drink, but allowed Harry to choose how to torture Dudley and Vernon, allowing Harry to enjoy the enjoyment of personally participating in it.

In addition, Maple also sent Harry a plump mouse to demonstrate the effects of the potion.

Harry planned to give the mice the original weight-loss potion, and after letting them see the effect, he would give the added potion to Dudley. Thinking about it, Harry couldn't help laughing.

The day after Harry's scar hurt, the doorbell rang while having breakfast.Uncle Vernon rose with difficulty from his chair and walked toward the hall.Dudley took advantage of his mother's busy tending to the kettle and quickly stole Uncle Vernon's remaining portion of grapefruit.

Harry heard voices at the door, someone laughing, and Uncle Vernon saying something in a few words.Then the front door closed and the sound of tearing paper could be heard in the foyer.

Aunt Petunia put the teapot on the table and looked around curiously, wondering where Uncle Vernon had gone.She would soon find out; a minute later Uncle Vernon returned, looking furious.

Harry saw that Uncle Vernon seemed to be about to have a fit, but he forced himself to hold back.The Light of Hope Group was getting bigger and bigger, and he didn't dare to attack Harry, who was close to Maple.

"Just arrived," Uncle Vernon said, waving a piece of purple writing paper at Harry, "a letter concerning you."

Harry was confused. Who would write to Uncle Vernon about him?Who among the people he knew would ask the postman to deliver a letter?

Uncle Vernon glared at Harry angrily, then looked down at the letter and read aloud:

"Dear Mr. and Mrs. Dursley:

We've never met, but I'm sure you've heard a lot about my son Ron from Harry.

Perhaps Harry has told you that the Quidditch World Cup will be held on Monday night, and my husband Arthur, through his connections in the Department of Magical Games and Sports, has managed to get some of the best tickets.

I really hope you will allow Harry to go to the game, it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; Britain has been without the trophy for 30 years and tickets are hard to come by.Of course, we would be happy to let Harry stay until the end of the summer and send him back to school safely on the train.

It's best to let Harry deliver your reply to us as soon as possible through normal means, because the Muggle postman has never delivered a letter to our home, and he probably has no idea where our home is.

Hope to see Harry soon.

Yours faithfully

Molly Weasley.

I hope we put enough stamps on it. "

When Uncle Vernon finished reading, he reached into his breast pocket and pulled out something.

"Look at this," he said crossly.

He held up the envelope containing Mrs. Weasley's letter, and Harry tried his best not to laugh.The envelope was covered with stamps everywhere, leaving only a small one-inch square area on the front, where Mrs. Weasley filled in the Dursleys' address densely in tiny characters.

"She's got enough stamps," Harry said, trying to sound nonchalant, as if Mrs. Weasley had just made a common mistake.

"The postman noticed it," he gritted his teeth, his voice coming out from between his teeth. "He was very curious and wanted to know where the letter came from, so he rang the doorbell. He probably thought it was a bit weird. .”

Harry suddenly thought about the reason for the laughter outside the door just now. No wonder Uncle Vernon was so angry.

"Well, if you have nothing to do, I'm going to go back and write a letter." Harry ignored Vernon Dursley's anger and said, "Oh, by the way, Maple sent a gift for me to see. I’ll give it to you before the Quidditch World Cup, do you want it?”

"What is it?" When he heard Maple's name, Vernon Dursley's eyes immediately lit up. He thought Maple had given him something valuable again. Naturally, everyone likes the God of Wealth.

"I'll get it now." Harry didn't answer, but ran back to the room to get the weight loss potion.

"Slimming potion!" Harry brought a weight-loss potion over and said to Vernon Dursley, "It can reduce the excess fat in your body. It is completely different from your slimming tea. It is prepared by magic. The medicine has absolutely no side effects and has immediate effects.”

"Really?" When he heard that it was about losing weight, rather than giving money directly, Vernon Dursley's interest immediately dropped. Moreover, his rejection and suspicion of magic made Vernon Dursley immediately look suspicious, and his face There was a look of rejection on his face.

"If you don't believe me, then I'll let you witness it with your own eyes," Harry said, directly picking up the potion and taking a sip. The dose he drank was not large, and wizards themselves are more resistant to magic than Muggles. In addition, Harry I don’t have much fat either, so I didn’t see any obvious changes.Of course, the reason why Harry took a sip was to disarm them and prove that the potion was non-toxic.

Then Harry returned to the bedroom, brought the fat mouse over, and poured the remaining potion into it. The fat mouse that could not crawl immediately turned into a healthy and lively mouse.

"I've said before, this medicine has no side effects at all except that it tastes a bit unpleasant." An hour later, Harry emphasized again.

Seeing the little mouse still alive and kicking without any discomfort, Vernon Dursley finally believed what Harry said.

Vernon Dursley also looked forward to the thought of being able to lose a lot of fat in an instant like the mouse just now, without the need for hard weight loss and exercise.

But he and Dudley, who was impatient after hearing the news, didn't know the devilish smile on Harry's face just now after he turned his back.

I gave you a weight-loss potion without any added ingredients. You didn’t want it yourself, so don’t blame me!Oh hahahaha!