Holy Light Professor at Hogwarts

"Boom! Boom!"

On July [-]th, Britain was destined not to have a quiet night. Heavy rain mixed with thunder and lightning raged on its coastline.

On the beach that became a little muddy, two figures, one large and one small, walked forward amidst the sound of waves, but the rain did not fall on them at all, and the storm did not have any impact on them, because they were surrounded by With a layer of faint golden light.

If ordinary people saw this scene, they would probably think that they were two gods walking on earth.

"Mr. Kirk, thank you, otherwise I would not have had a good day today." Although being caught in the rain will not make Hagrid, a half-giant, sick, who wants to be soaked in a heavy rain all night?

Kirk didn't reply. It was already close to midnight, but they still didn't find the so-called hut on the rock on the beach. Even though he was very patient, he was already a little irritable.

"Crack!"

Another extremely thick bolt of lightning struck down from the dark clouds, illuminating the coast as if it were daytime.

At this time, Hagrid suddenly exclaimed: "Mr. Kirk, look there, is there a house there!" The place he was pointing to was a long distance from the coast in the sea.

Using the remaining light from the lightning, Kirk looked over there, but only saw a boxy outline, which looked like a house, but also looked a bit different.

"Mr. Kirk, I'm going to find a boat!"

Hagrid seemed pretty sure that was the hut they were looking for, and was busy trying to figure out how to get there.

Kirk stopped him: "No need to find a boat, Hagrid." He was in a bad mood and planned to vent his anger.

He took out "Good Luck" from the shadow space, pointed the tip of the staff towards the rough sea, and shot the bright holy light towards the hazy island and reef. The flash position was fully opened, and the sea water was pushed to both sides, forming a formation on the sea. A weird ravine!

And the island reef actually began to move slowly towards Kirk and Hagrid, driven by the holy light.

Hagrid was speechless with his mouth open. He originally thought that Professor Dumbledore's friend was just too young, but now he looked like he was a bit strong.

By the time he came to his senses, the island had already run aground on the shore, and there was indeed a small and pitiful shabby hut on the island.

"Hagrid, knock on the door!"

Putting away "Good Luck", Kirk waved to Hagrid.

Hagrid almost subconsciously obeyed Kirk's order, stepped onto the island in one step, and slapped the wooden door twice with his thick palm, so hard that the whole cabin shook twice.

However, after knocking on the door, no one inside answered. Only a rustling sound was heard, indicating that there was someone inside.

After two more shots, a panicked hoarse voice came from inside: "Who is outside the door?! I'm warning you! I have a gun in my hand!"

After struggling all night, Hagrid was also a little angry, and he already had objections to the fact that Harry was being fostered at his aunt's house. Now when he heard the threats from the people in the house, his face turned red visibly.

He didn't reply. He slapped the wooden door off its hinges with a big hand. The heavy wooden door slapped on the ground with a deafening sound.

After doing this, Hagrid moved aside to make a space. After Kirk entered, he also bent down and got into the wooden house, and reinstalled the wooden door back to the door frame.

Kirk entered the house and fanned the dust stirred up by the wooden door in front of his eyes. Then he saw clearly that although the cabin was not big, it was still a duplex structure. A somewhat obese man was leaning on the stairs, holding a shotgun in his hand. Looking at Hagrid; a thin woman with yellow hair hid her body behind the man, only her head emerged, and kept shouting at the sofa not far away: "Dudley, come here quickly!"

But the boy named Dudley, who looked a little overweight, seemed to be frightened by this scene and curled up motionless on the moth-eaten sofa.

And on the floor not far from the sofa, a thin boy with messy black hair was sitting there blankly wearing a thin and torn quilt. He seemed to be the calmest person in the room. After taking a curious look at Kirk, he turned his attention to Hagrid.

After Hagrid installed the door, he ignored the gun pointed at him and walked into the house, complaining: "Can you get us two cups of hot tea? It's not easy to go on such a journey... ....”

After saying that, he said to Dudley on the sofa: "Hey, make some room, kid."

Dudley woke up, screaming and running behind his mother.

"Mr. Kirk, you sit down." After saying that, he casually sat on the floor between the sofa and the thin boy.

"This is Harry!" Hagrid pointed to the little boy on the ground, and leaned forward to take a closer look. A smile suddenly appeared on his angry face, "The last time I saw you, You're still a little Fluffy. You look like your dad, but your eyes are like your mom's."

Kirk waved to the nervous family and said "Excuse me", but instead of sitting on the sofa, he sat down on the other side of Harry.

He rubbed a ball of holy light with his hands to make the room warmer, and then turned sideways to see what was different about this little boy.

But after looking at it for a long time, he couldn't see anything except a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. But Kirk had seen a lot of scars. Those orcs always regarded scars on their bodies as a symbol of glory, but Kirk Ke just wants to say that those scars are testimony to the poor medical skills of the orc shaman!

If you have to say there is something different about this child... maybe this child is really a little thin and doesn't have a few ounces of meat on his body, which makes his head look bigger.

Kirk hated to see such a miserable child, so he raised his hand and cast a healing spell on him. Unexpectedly, this simplest spell hit Harry, but he encountered two obstacles, one just after hitting him. When she was on the body, the first time was after entering his body.

There is indeed a problem!

Kirk felt that these two resistances should be what made this child extraordinary. Just as he was about to continue exploring, he heard a strange roar in his ears.

"I want you to leave immediately! You are breaking into a private house!"

The one who spoke was the gentleman holding the shotgun.

Kirk was about to explain when he saw Hagrid half standing up, reaching out and snatching the gun from the gentleman: "Shut up! Dursley!" After saying that, he gently poked the barrel of the gun. He was tied into a knot and then thrown into the corner.

The family was frightened and screamed.

"Hey, Hagrid! Be polite and tomorrow... Oh, no, isn't today Mr. Potter's birthday?"

Kirk quickly dissuaded him, completely forgetting that he had just dragged the island to the shore, which was not much better.

"Oh, I'm sorry." He sat down again, smiled apologetically at Kirk, and then said to little Harry: "Happy birthday to you, Harry, I have something for you... um... .Where are the things?”

Kirk was somewhat impressed by Hagrid's memory. It had only been half a day before he started forgetting things.