Hogwarts I am Miss Ka's Dog

Hogwarts does not restrict which store students must buy their robes from, nor does it restrict students from wearing new robes to school.

For example, the Weasley family has a total of seven children. Except for the eldest, Bill, and the second, Charlie, who have graduated, the others are Percy, Fred, and George, who are attending Hogwarts.

Ron is enrolling this year and Ginny is enrolling next year.

It is impossible for every child to buy a robe.

The younger brother and younger sister have the remaining robes, textbooks, and wands from their older brothers. Although these things are worn out, they are not yet obsolete.

The wizard who had just entered school couldn't even perform any kind of magic. He didn't need to use such a good wand. His brothers' old wands were enough to deal with low-level spells.

Wearing his brothers' remaining robes, using his brothers' remaining textbooks, and waving his brothers' eliminated wands, even the feathers inside the wands were exposed.

As for Scabbers, he was the pet that Percy eliminated, and Mrs. Weasley bought him a better one.

"When he first entered Hogwarts, these were all Ron had."

"Now that the emergence of the metal wand has elevated Professor McGonagall's status, the Weasley family can no longer be as casual as in the past."

At the very least, as a student of Professor McGonagall, you must wear neat, clean, slim-fitting magic robes, and behave like a good student in front of other students.

Parents understand the importance of face better than children.

That's why Mrs. Weasley would immediately take back the magic robe after waking up the next day, and send it to a second-hand robe shop for modification and refurbishment within the scope of funds.

"Woo woo (tilt head)~~Magic is not omnipotent~~"

Magic can only replace part of the manual work, but not all of the manual work.

Looking at the second-hand robe shop, trimming old robes only involves using a wand to control scissors, needlework and other tools, which is slightly easier than manual labor.

But whether it is manual work or magic, it requires human control.

"If magic is omnipotent, a spell can turn an old robe into a new one that suits your figure, and a spell can turn you into a handsome robe."

"Obviously, neither can."

The nature of magic is similar to that of alchemy, and that quote applies equally.

If you want to get something, you have to pay something. Everything in the world has a fixed price, and even paying for items of equal value may not necessarily complete the exchange.

So we still need to work hard.

Ricardo withdrew his gaze and looked at the palm of his hand. Others could not see it, only his own pupils could see it.

The Patronus Charm obtained at the expense of lifespan.

"If I want to have a chance to be with my sister forever, I have to give up the most important thing about myself."

Falling behind, my sister has already reached the ice cream shop.

Ricardo took steps and trotted towards Cassandra.

……

No. 4 Virgin Road, the Dursleys' house.

Another owl landed on the Dursleys' mailbox, the fifth in recent times.

Since the beginning of the summer vacation on July 7st, such owls have continued to appear, carrying letters from Hogwarts, just to deliver their admission invitation letters to someone.

"Mom, here comes another owl!"

Dudley hid behind Mrs. Dursley Petunia and pointed out the window with a trembling hand. A gray-white owl held a letter in its mouth and skillfully stuffed the letter into the mailbox.

This is a repeat offender!

Of course, this is not the point. A mere owl delivering a message will not allow the strong and powerful Dudley to hide behind his mother.

After these owls finished mailing the letters, not one of them left. They all waited at the eaves of the Dursleys' house and deliberately made a 'coo-coo' sound to signal the people inside to pick up the letters.

"No, it's okay, Dudley, baby, go back to your room and rest first."

Mrs. Dursley tried to calm her heart, soothed her son's forehead, and persuaded him to go back to the room first. At the same time, she also knew why these owls did not leave after sending the letters.

They are waiting for Harry Potter's reply.

Just like they were waiting for Lily's reply.

"But……"

Slightly sticking his head out, Dudley looked out the window. The owl had appeared on the window sill at some point, staring at him with a pair of bright eagle eyes.

He tilted his head, as if wondering why someone in the house didn't come to pick up the mail.

It's so cute, at least give it a cookie.

"Gugu————!"

Of course, it was not the only owl that flew from Hogwarts. The other owls hooted and called, as if to tell it that this family was stingy and would not give cookies.

"Puff, puff, puff!"

Continuously vibrating its wings, the owl no longer stayed in front of the window sill and flew under the shade of the trees in the backyard.

The sun is still too hot at noon in summer, which is quite a torture for an owl with thick feathers.

In the house, after the owl flew away, Dudley dared to move, and ran towards the toilet with his crotch covered. It had been half an hour since the owl appeared.

Aunt Petunia was left alone in the kitchen, looking at the owl that landed in the garden with a complicated expression.

"Potter! Get the letter!"

Turn around and shout towards the cubicle.

After a while, the cubicle door, which was less than one meter high, opened, and a little boy with green eyes stuck his head out. Because the cubicle was too small, the door was the bed. He was now half-kneeling on the bed and exiting the cubicle door.

Slippers for footwear need to be specially taken out from the small grid next to the bed and placed on the floor.

Mrs. Dursley is a germaphobe and doesn't want anyone to dirty the floors she works so hard to clean.

Even so, Harry still scattered some dust on the ground when he walked out.

The dust was caused by the special nature of the room. The cupboards were located under the stairs. It would be a disaster for Harry if anyone went up or down the stairs.

Violent noises echoed in the small room, and sawdust and dust between the floorboards would spill onto Harry's clothes from the gaps. The quilt was even covered with dust.

"..."

While sitting in the entrance hall and changing out of his shoes, Harry looked back at the floor where he had walked, dusty and dusty all the way, and his gray eyes showed no emotion at all.

Get used to it and become numb.

"I'm going to be scolded again."

After speaking, he opened the door and left. When he turned around, he lifted up his messy bangs, revealing the Z-shaped scar he had deliberately hidden.

The scorching sun was shining outside the house, and the dazzling light dazzled his eyes. Harry quickly stretched out his hands to block the light, and was also getting used to the coming summer.

Yes, summer is coming.

But summer was torture for him.

There is no air conditioning, no electric fan, and not even a simple window for ventilation. The temperature of the closed environment is comparable to that of a sauna.

"Gugu————!"

The owl in the treetop hoots towards young Harry.

It was like seeing a light source in the dark night. In a crowd full of Muggles, the magic wave emitted by Harry was the only light source.

As an owl that has been bred in Hogwarts Castle for generations, it has the ability to sense little wizards and has served these little wizards for generations.

Send them letters for their journey into the magical world.

Harry turned his head to look at the hooting owl. Through the damaged lenses, his pupils were rippled, as if he saw hope, and the corners of his mouth turned up into a smile.

Simple and shy, he was about to raise his hand to say hello, but he didn't dare to wave when he reached it halfway.

He could feel the kindness of the owls and knew in his heart that these owls were here to pick him up. This was an innate feeling.

But this feeling also destined others around him to look at him like a freak.

The raised hand was finally put down. He didn't dare wave to say hello to the owl, not wanting to really become a freak.

Maybe he is just a freak...

I couldn't help but laugh at myself. I lowered my head and stopped looking at the owls. I ignored their calls and pretended to be an ordinary person.

It was just an ordinary owl... I just noticed that strangers would call me... I was just an ordinary person... I had no magic at all...

There would be no magic in this world.

"Click————!" The mailbox opened.

There was only a letter inside, which was the same as the letter sent a few days ago. The cover had a shield emblem with the four colors and four animals on it.

Blue eagle, green snake, yellow badger, red lion.

It is signed by Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts, and the words 'To Mr. Harry Potter' are written on the cover.

This is a letter belonging to Harry Potter.

"Hogwarts..."

Harry looked around furtively, looking especially at the windows inside the house, hoping that no one would be watching him so that he could have a chance to open the letter again.

Unfortunately, when she turned around, her eyes met those of Aunt Petunia, her face wrinkled with anger, and it was difficult to see the dignity of an English woman on her body.

Don't even think about opening the letter, or you won't be able to eat for lunch!

His sharp eyes flashed with cold light. If he wasn't standing under the sun, his body would definitely become cold and stiff due to such eyes.

Biting his lip with his teeth, Harry understood that he had no right to choose. He closed the mailbox, lowered his head and walked into the house.

When they entered, Aunt Petunia had already moved to the corridor and stretched out her hand to Harry as he entered.

The Hogwarts letter was handed to the other party...

Without any hesitation, he crumpled the letter into a ball of paper and threw it into the trash can.

"Don't even think about carrying me to the so-called Hogwarts!"

The evil screamed out, full of madness.

This is something that Aunt Petunia never wants to think about in her whole life. It is also the biggest pain of isolating the two sisters, and this emotion extends to the child in front of her.

Looking at the same eyes as his sister, exactly the same turquoise color...

The lifeless eyes showed no trace of life.

Aunt Petunia didn't like this look, so she pressed Harry's head hard in front of her and pushed him towards the cubicle.

"Go back to your room and stay!"

Before Harry could turn over and close the door, Aunt Petunia yanked the stall door hard and slammed it in.

Harry inside the house was also used to this kind of treatment. He locked the door latch skillfully and lay back on the dusty bed.

There should be no food for lunch.

Thinking of this, Harry fished out the bread from the pocket of an old coat. The bread that Dudley had thrown away before was too hard to eat, but now it could fill his stomach.

"Huh, don't even think about eating at noon!"

Slapping her palm against the door again, Aunt Petunia screamed into the stall.

After saying that, she turned and left. As a housewife, she still needed to prepare lunch for Dudley.

……

At the same time, Godric's Hollow.

The place named after 'Godric Gryffindor' is also the place where several famous Gryffindor students left their history.

For example, Dumbledore in his youth, as well as James Potter and Lily Potter.

"Potter, Lily."

"I'm coming to see you."

Lupine stood in front of the statue. As the only surviving member of the former quartet, he was the only one who would come here to pay his respects.