The Chinese girl from Hufflepuff is both timid and brave

Harry stared blankly at the old lady who suddenly appeared in front of him and forgot what to say.

"You...what you said is true?"

Of course it's all true, and no one knows the truth of it better than her.

Grandma Sun Zhu said in her heart.

After all, he is still a child and is easy to coax, but this is not enough.

"Tell me, child..." She bent down slightly and continued in a low voice: "What happened to make you cry here alone?"

Harry shook his head subconsciously, but under her gentle gaze, he murmured uncontrollably: "I'm not a freak..."

"Well, of course you're not," echoed the "old lady."

"But they all say I am, woooo, no one believes me." He covered his face with his thin hands.

"They don't have the final say." The kind but firm voice continued: "I believe you. You are a good child and you won't lie."

"But I... I don't know either. I suddenly appeared on the roof, but I have no idea what happened." He choked and cried, "Maybe I really am..."

"No, you're not." Sun Zhu almost couldn't pretend anymore. She forced herself to suppress the bitterness in her heart and continued, "You suddenly appeared on the roof, right? Ordinary people can't do this, so your classmates don't believe you?"

"Yes..." Harry nodded slightly.

"That's right, because you are not an ordinary person."

The hand covering his face left, and Harry's clear green eyes were full of shock.

"I... I'm not an ordinary person? Then I am indeed——"

"You are not an ordinary person, let alone a freak. You are a little wizard with magical powers. Unfortunately, you don't know how to control your power yet, so you will suddenly appear in unexpected places."

Sun Zhu finished speaking in one breath, and as expected, Harry's eyes widened. The tears on his face were still wet, and he looked like a poor stray cat.

"Wizard...what is that?" He was a little scared. "I'm not. I'm Harry, not a wizard."

"You are Harry, a wizard, and you will become a great wizard in the future." Sun Zhu felt that she must have overdrawn her acting skills for the next three years, but she had to do this now.

Indeed, if she had not soothed Harry's emotions in this way, he could still have grown into a qualified "savior".

But these negative emotions should not be borne by a young child. If Dumbledore, Sirius, Hagrid and anyone who cared about him knew that Harry was so lonely and confused, they would definitely help him.

Perhaps Dumbledore wanted him to grow stronger and braver because of the savior's development plan, but he didn't want his childhood to be so bleak.

She knew how much Harry wanted the company of a real family. She certainly couldn't be his family, and it wasn't convenient for her to be a friend right now - it was too sudden, and being just a friend wasn't enough.

So what she can do now is to tell Harry that you have a family and people who love you. You should have expectations for the future and don't doubt that you have any shameful identity.

Originally, she had not planned to tell Harry his wizard identity directly when she came here today, but seeing him sitting on the side of the road crying like this, she really couldn't bear it.

Let her be impulsive for once.

"Harry, tell me, does this happen to you often?" She calmed down and simply sat next to him, and continued to ask: "Suddenly appearing in other places like this, there are similar things, right?"

"Yes, there was Dudley... a man I didn't like. He wanted to laugh at my glasses, and I got angry, and suddenly he flew up like a balloon. Also, my aunt wanted to put ugly clothes on me, but I didn't want them, so the clothes kept getting smaller and smaller, until they were only the size of my palm..."

Sun Zhu nodded as he listened: "Good kid, so you shouldn't be afraid of your wizard identity. Listen to me, wizards are not bad people, although there are indeed bad wizards. But just as there are good and bad people, there are also bad people. So you shouldn't panic about being a wizard, because your magical power has always been protecting you."

"Protect me?" Harry couldn't help but think back.

"Yes, because you don't want to, your clothes have become smaller and no one can force you to wear them. Because you are angry, the people who bully you, 'whoosh' - fly into the sky. See, you are a little wizard who can learn to protect yourself without adults teaching you."

"But why am I a little wizard?" Harry sounded as if he had accepted his identity as a wizard. Children always accept new things much faster than adults because they are so innocent and tend to believe as long as the other party shows a hint of kindness.

Sun Zhu sighed and said, "The magic in you is the 'power of love' left for you by the people who care about you in order to protect you."

"Protect me?" Harry repeated sadly, "But if they don't leave me, I won't be bullied."

"They don't want to leave you either. Their love is always with you and will never be separated from you."

Sun Zhu didn't know how to comfort the children who had lost their parents. In fact, no matter how he comforted them, it would seem pale and powerless.

In the moonlight, the thin boy suddenly wiped his tears and nodded.

"I know, I'm not a freak, I'm a wizard." He looked at her again as if for confirmation.

"of course."

"But how did you know?" Harry only remembered to ask this question at this time.

Sun Zhu smiled without saying anything, his face looking mysterious.

She took out a golden magic wand and waved it at the grass beside her. A cluster of golden flowers emerged from the soil and bloomed in the moonlight.

She plucked the flowers and pressed them into the hands of a stunned Harry.

"Because I am also a wizard. I heard the sad little wizard calling, so I want to tell you that you are a good child. Don't be sad for those who don't understand you. You will meet your family and friends eventually."

"You...you too?" Harry spoke incoherently. He looked at the flowers in his hand, then at the "old lady" in the moonlight.

"Are you here to save me?" he asked cautiously.

"Child, I'm just a passer-by in your life. You still have to stay here. But I can assure you that things will get better soon."

"So... my magic, can I be like you?"

"You are still too young to control it. When you are a little older, you will certainly be able to do it. That day will come soon."

"You really didn't lie to me? I..."

"Harry? Where have you been? Harry! You stupid kid, how dare you not go home... wait and see how Vernon will teach you a lesson later."

Suddenly, a woman's sharp voice was heard in the distance. Sun Zhu looked in the direction of the sound and saw a skinny woman walking towards the moonlight. She was muttering something, but Sun Zhu could not hear it clearly.

Harry shrank his neck in fear: "Oh no, I..."

"Don't be afraid." Sun Zhu stood up and patted his shoulder. "Go back first and take this bouquet of flowers. Remember, don't tell anyone what I said to you. I shouldn't have said these to the little wizard."

"Will you show up again?" Harry asked loudly when he saw Petunia coming over soon.

"When you need it, there will always be someone to help you." Sun Zhu did not answer directly, but when the woman approached, he caught a hint of subtle worry on her face.

"Well, you dare hide here! Harry! Do you want to continue sleeping in the cupboard tonight?" the woman shouted.

Harry tried to hide the flowers in his hand in a panic, but found that Aunt Petunia seemed not to notice at all. She grabbed his ear and scolded him as they walked away: "Have you learned to run away from home? If we hadn't been so kind as to give you food, you wouldn't even know where you are! You are so bad, Harry!"

Harry turned back in panic, only to see Sun Zhu giving him one last smile before disappearing on the spot.

He couldn't help rubbing his eyes.

Auntie couldn't see his flowers, nor could she see Grandma the Wizard.

She wouldn't let him tell anyone else about this.

So is all this really true?