Hogwarts: Don’t panic, Old Deng, I won’t be the Dark Lord

Sisley and Hermione got into Ron's car and headed towards their next destination, Harry's residence.

"Hello, have your feelings warmed up during this half-holiday holiday?" The twins hugged Sisley from one side to the other and teased.

"Um...sleep."

Sisley refused to answer questions and went offline.

"Hey, it's always like this."

.........

Zi Ao...

"Sisley, wake up! I just found out today that there is a house elf in Harry's family." Ron said excitedly as he shook Sisley awake.

"Huh?" Sisley stood up and looked at the house elf jumping on Harry's bed with a confused look on his face. He turned around and said, "Why didn't he tell us?"

"Just ask Harry and we'll know." George opened the car door directly. At this time, on the second floor of No. 4 Privet Drive, a strange door suddenly appeared in the clean air, and behind the door was Weasley. A family with Sisley and Hermione.

"Harry, come on, you should pack your luggage." Ron said, shaking his head at Harry.

"I want to leave too, but this little thing..." Harry opened the window and pointed at the ugly elf standing on the bed.

"You don't know him?" Sisley raised an eyebrow and said.

"Yeah." Harry nodded.

"Don't be impulsive, kid, leave it to me..." Before Mr. Weasley could finish speaking, Sisley jumped directly from the car into Harry's room, and the wand appeared in his hand in an instant. The next moment, an invisible air blade shot towards him. Fly away with the little elf.

Pfft!

In the blink of an eye, the elf disappeared completely, and even the blood that flowed out did not stain Harry's sheets.

Sisley jumped into the car with Harry, and Sisley helped Harry take his luggage over.

"Is the elf okay?" Hermione asked, patting Sisley.

"It should be fine. The wound is not big. If it is sutured, he should be able to survive for a while." Sisley said casually.

"What does sewing mean?" Hermione asked confused.

"Literally speaking, the magic that the teacher taught me, if there is no counter-spell, the wound will never heal." Sisley spread his hands and said.

"Huh? Is the spell just now the same as the one that day?" Harry remembered something and asked quickly.

"Same, exactly the same," Sisley explained.

"Then...if he couldn't heal without breaking the curse, how could he break the curse?" Harry asked again.

"Harry, have you been stupid for the holidays? Have you forgotten what he said at that time?" Sisley probed Harry's forehead with the back of his hand and said.

"Uh...I remembered, sorry." Harry said awkwardly.

Sisley sat back down again and looked at Hermione who was hesitant to speak, and asked: "What do you want to say?"

"That elf is quite pitiful." Hermione said with a wry smile.

"There's nothing we can do. He made trouble for Harry first, and he's not a human being, so there's no need to worry about it." Sisley hugged his shoulders and began to adjust to a comfortable position, and slowly fell asleep.

......

"Hmm... so comfortable... are you dead?" Sisley opened his eyes hazily, feeling that today's pillow was extra soft.

It wasn't until he regained his energy that he finally realized: "I'm in the car...I shouldn't be lying down...and there's no pillow here?" Sisley sat up in confusion, facing the pillow. Look in the direction.

"Ah, it's Hermione." Sisley looked at Hermione who was rubbing her thigh and smiled awkwardly.

"I'm still a little worried about the elf. Harry just told us that the elf didn't hurt him, it just said some unintelligible words."

"And now he's dying...somewhat..." Hermione said, looking down.

Sisley could understand Hermione's mood. At the age of twelve, the bird outside the window would freeze to death, and the kitten opposite would cry if it was hit by a car. At this time, a talking primate He was about to die, and there was nothing he could do. It was normal to feel depressed, and he could even be considered strong.

"I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do. I don't know whose house elf it is, so I can't cure it." Sisley explained with a wry smile, touching Hermione's hair.

"It's not your fault," Hermione whispered.

"You two, don't get too tired and get out of the car, okay?" Ron said awkwardly with his hands on his hips after getting out of the car.

"Oh, it's coming." Sisley and Hermione quickly got out of the car.

The life in the Burrow is comfortable. Sisley is usually alone at home, so he can be regarded as enjoying his loneliness. However, during his time at the Burrow, he also experienced what a lively family is like.

Hermione, on the other hand, played very well with Ginny, the youngest sister of the Weasley family. However, seeing that the Weasley family gave birth to six boys before giving birth to such a little girl, one can only imagine what life is like every day. What a magical day.

Harry, on the other hand, truly felt the father's and mother's love he had never felt before from the Weasleys. In other words, anyone could feel it from them, of course, not the enemy.

A lively and open-minded father who is willing to be friends with his children, and a mother who is strict but gentle at the same time and loves her children deeply. The relationship between the two is very good. Ron's family almost meets all Harry's requirements for a happy family. Imagine.

"Are you envious?" Hermione asked in a low voice in Sisley's ear.

"I'm not envious. Although we don't live together, I feel that my uncle and aunt can be regarded as my father and mother for what they have done for me." Sisley shrugged and replied.

"How about you come and stay at my house? Anyway, I have your bedroom in my house, so you don't even have to move your luggage." Hermione said quickly.

"Well... not for the time being. The main thing is that I can live alone and have more freedom. I can get up when I want and go to bed whenever I want. And having one more child in the house is a big challenge for Auntie." Sisley shook his head and said.

"Isn't there magic?" Hermione said.

"The main reason is lack of freedom. How many times did you see me at the breakfast table during this holiday?" Sisley said.

"Okay." Hermione curled her lips and said.

Plop! ! !

With a sound of wings flapping the air, Sisley reached out and took down the envelope mailed by the owl.

"Second grade is coming soon." Sisley looked at the second grade book list, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong.

This feeling of something wrong lasted until bedtime at night.

Sisley lay on the bed and began to use the power of the prophet to watch the life-threatening dangers that would occur in the second grade, and the results.

as predicted!

"[Interesting] second grade." Sisley sighed as he smacked his lips.