Holy Light Professor at Hogwarts

The Dursleys remained silent.

Kirk asked as if talking to himself: "It's obvious that you don't like little Harry. You let him sleep on the floor and his malnourished body confirms this;

But obviously give him the admission letter and let him go to Hogwarts, and you will be able to get rid of this trouble.Why not? "

Kirk stared deeply at the people in front of him: "Is it because you have sadistic tendencies?"

Mr. Dursley was about to retort, but Kirk beat him to it: "It's not like... you don't seem to be sadistic people. You seem to be decent people who will never let others find out that you are special." Hobby; then why?”

Kirk lowered his head and thought for a moment: "Is it because of...jealousy? I can't learn magic, so out of jealousy, I don't allow others to learn? Is that so? Mrs. Dursley, I remember your sister, Xiao Ha Leigh’s mother was a witch.”

"No! No...it's not..." Mrs. Dursley immediately retorted in her high-pitched voice, but her tone became lower and lower.

"It seems that there is a reason for jealousy." Kirk nodded: "I transferred my jealousy towards my sister to her child, so I didn't let little Harry go to Hogwarts, so I abused...

No, it's still not right!Jealousy will make you look ugly, but it will not make you commit violent acts. Violence will not make you feel better. If being violent can make you feel happy, it only means that... you hate him, you hate little Harry, Is it right? "

Mrs. Dursley seemed to have had her strength drained away, and she slumped on the stairs, a little dazed.

But Kirk hadn't finished his words yet: "People don't hate a child for no reason. Do you hate Harry's parents?

No!You don't hate Harry's mother, you still love your sister, otherwise you wouldn't have raised little Harry for ten years, so... you hate Harry's father!What you hate is magic!

You blame Harry's father and magic for your sister's death..."

"Shut up! You devil!" Mrs. Dursley suddenly got angry and pointed at Kirk: "Take those dirty things of yours out of my mind!"

Kirk shrugged. It was hard to accept that a Draenei priest was called a demon, but... forget it.

Mrs. Dursley's hysteria was not over yet: "My damn sister! She just got the same letter, and then disappeared into that school;

Whenever I come back from vacation, my pockets are filled with toad eggs and my teacups turn into mice.I am the only one who has seen through her, she is a complete monster!

But my parents couldn’t see clearly. Lilies appeared long and short all day long, and they were very happy to have a witch in the house!

But then she died!Because that damn magic is dead!Die with that damn Potter!

This damn child, I know, I have known for a long time, he will become as weird and abnormal as his parents, I have known for a long time!

We made a vow when we adopted him to stop this nonsense!I vow to put an end to all this!"

Mrs. Dursley was originally full of energy, but as she spoke, she started to cry until she finally broke down in tears.

Kirk could see that Mrs. Dursley still had feelings for little Harry, but the ingredients of this feeling were very complicated, so complicated that they had become very deformed:

"Madam, as I just said, children are innocent, aren't they? Now that I have said what I need to say and cried, this matter is over; Hogwarts is a residential school, you There won’t be much time to see each other in the future. Although the relationship between you two is not pleasant, but... let’s get together and part ways.”

"You can't take him away!" Mrs. Dursley sat on the ground and shouted hoarsely.

Mr. Dursley came over and hugged his crying wife: "Petunia, I won't let them take Harry away. He will go to Stonewall Middle School and he will be grateful to us."

"No, no, no, Mr. Dursley, you may have misunderstood something." Kirk shook his head, and then pointed at Hagrid behind him: "Unless you can beat this guy, little Harry will be gone, Merlin I can't keep him, uh... Mr. Dumbledore said."

Behind Kirk, Hagrid had probably told little Harry something. Hearing Kirk say this, he put on a fierce expression, but because his beard was so thick, it didn't make much difference.

But the huge size was enough to be intimidating; the Dursleys shrank their necks and said nothing.

"Look, since nothing can be changed, it's better to learn to accept reality, right?" Kirk waved his hand, letting the cake on the dilapidated wooden table float to him, and then used the holy light to illuminate it ten times. A ball of fluorescence.

After doing this, Kirk waved his hand behind him and motioned for little Harry to come over: "Come on, kids, let's blow out a candle together as a witness to the reconciliation; although the process was a bit bumpy, they did raise you for ten years and never let go. You starved to death on the streets; ugh... there are too many stories of love giving rise to hate in this world."

Little Harry walked over obediently. He had just heard Hagrid say something, but his little mind hadn't finished processing it yet, so he didn't care at all about who he was blowing out the candles with.

But the Dursley family is obviously full of rejection. It is true that the victim's forgiveness is often magnanimous, while the perpetrator's regret is often compromise. Forgiving others and forgiving yourself are two different things. They are all people who want face. It's normal to feel rejection.

Kirk doesn't force things. He is a person who pays attention to rituals. The reason why he wants everyone to blow out the candles together is just to bring an end to the child's miserable life.

In the end, it was up to little Harry to blow away the fluorescent light on the cake. After doing this, he returned to Hagrid and watched Hagrid take out a lively owl and a long owl from the inner pocket of his coat. With a quill and a roll of parchment, he wrote a reply to the headmaster of Hogwarts School.

Afterwards, the paper is rolled up, held in the owl's mouth, and released into the storm outside.

Kirk placed the cake in front of the fat man who was clearly shivering, but his eyes did not leave the cake.

Kirk had seen the whole process of cake making, and he thought it would be better not to let little Harry try it easily.

It was already one o'clock in the morning. Although everyone's spirits were a little tense, it was finally time to go to bed. Kirk increased the power of the "Holy Light Heater" in the room to dispel the coolness in the room. It also blocked the cold wind that came in through the cracks in the door and windows.

After tasting Hagrid's fried sausage and drinking two sips of hot tea, Kirk began to close his eyes and rest.