HP monster

"Did you say that on purpose? To scare a child with a name that even Hagrid is afraid of?  …Harry, you're a bad learner. But you're doing a great job!"

Even if he knew that the kid just now had the aristocratic disease that was staged in the theater, but he had to say that since it was a disease, no one would like it.And I guess a bigger part of the reason Harry didn't like him was because of what he said.Same with Dudley.

Harry and I walked out of the shop with the paper bag handed over by Madam Malkin, just in time to see Hagrid holding two cones in his hand, and he grinned happily when he saw us.He handed us the cones one by one, and then pointed to the paper bags piled up on the ground, "I think I should have bought all of them by now, except for the wand. So children, let's go... By the way, one owl per person , I think you'll like it!"

Only then did we notice that the two cages next to the paper bag contained a snowy owl and a croaking owl. Harry chose the first one. Of course, this will happen later, now...

Harry stopped him hastily, took a handful of Galleons from his bag and handed them to Hagrid.

Hagrid was very angry. He didn't even want to stretch out his hand to push Harry away. After taking two steps, he gasped and said, "What are you doing? Give Hagrid money? Do you think Hagrid needs a child to pay for it?" Give him Galleons?...Stop it! Even if Hagrid isn't rich, it's not enough. Harry, I've been wanting to do something for you for the past 11 years, and now I finally have the chance... I mean stop it, you make me feel bad."

He's looking in my direction - it's easy to spot that I'm carrying a paper bag of books, which makes the bag look like it's floating.Hagrid stretched out his big hand and pressed the top of my head, almost pinning me down.He said, "Dickas, although I can't see you, Professor Dumbledore told you before coming here that everything will be fine... Also, I noticed when you were not on the motorcycle just now, The motorcycle told me everything, stop trying to get Harry to cover for you."

The last stop was Ollivander's Wand Shop.

The old man full of horror and mystery stared at me with his silver eyes.It made me very curious, I thought, like all shopkeepers, they could only notice Harry.Ollivander is getting closer and closer, his nose is almost touching mine, which makes me gradually feel hairy.

Finally, he jerked his head away, which made me breathe a sigh of relief.

I realized that he can not only see me but communicate with me normally, maybe it has something to do with his special eyes.

"I know, you will come." He said slowly, "They don't want me to tell you, Merlin knows, I want to tell you how amazing and great your father's wand is..."

"You said my father?!"

What else is there to worry about whether you are afraid or not? !

Do you hear me?He knows who my dad is!

"Yes, your father... come on son, try this one, they came to me to make it when you were born, it's yours. Well... it may be a bit difficult, but you have to trust the old Ao Levander's craft."

"Can you tell me who he is? What does he do? Or, just tell me his name, and I can find him myself!"

I am already incoherent, when someone suddenly said this to you when you no longer had hope about your own life experience, you will do the same.But Ollivander refused to say anything more. I guess he made an agreement with someone. I asked and begged over and over again in the following time, but he always seemed to be unable to hear him, and just fiddled with it intently. With a slender wooden box.

"Try it, hold out your hand."

I had to stop, do as he said, and spread my hands flat in front of him.

Opening the wooden box, there was nothing inside, but he still stretched out his thumb and forefinger carefully to make a pinch gesture, and then carefully placed it in my palm. At the same time, my palm did feel the weight of the wooden stick.

"There was a small accident with the experiment, and now it seems that it is still invisible even in your hands." He handed me a small piece of paper. "It's easy to lose, isn't it? Well, take this A piece of paper, I suggest you memorize it, if one day you wake up and forget where you put your wand, read the spell, and the wand will automatically fly into your hand."

We went to the vault that belonged to me afterwards, and Harry said there were at least two-thirds more gold coins and silver bars than his.

...It made me suddenly feel that maybe my dad is some goblin in Gringotts.

But windfall money from unknown sources will always make people use it with trepidation. I think it's better for me not to move him unless necessary.

When we got home, Harry showed his troubled expression again every time something happened. He lowered his head and twisted his fingers, looking up at me from time to time.

"Let's go quickly." The whole day of shopping and shopping makes it difficult to maintain a good mood. Impatiently, I curl up on the sofa and throw away my shoes. I just want to clear my mind now.

"I... I'm going to get a pen and paper!"

After speaking, there was no one in sight.

I found that I seemed to have cultivated a not-so-good habit in him, dedicated to escaping from reality-I think it is similar to some psychological

A fragile person keeps a diary every night to vent his emotions-although this always makes him inadvertently expose a lot of typos.

After a while he came back with a stack of papers, this time he didn't seem to be in the mood to arrange any more tables and chairs, the paper was divided into two, he threw one on my lap, and then handed me a pen.Lie on the sofa and brush and write.

He writes a line and I read a line.

"I originally thought that no one knew there was a little monster in the cupboard, even if I fantasized about being rescued by someone, but before I met you, no one gave me any hope..."

"Both my parents passed away, but Hagrid's inadvertent sentence told me that my parents had close friends...why didn't they come to see me? See if their friend's son is doing well now well?"

"Or adopted...? God knows, I can't even think about it... But, what if? Take me away, take me away... or never give me to Uncle Vernon since I was born ...yes, like Professor Dumbledore, he's an old man, and will be patient enough to deal with a baby in swaddling... I mean..."

I can't stand it anymore.

Harry couldn't help crying, his eyes blurred the handwriting, but for his content...

"Stop, stop whatever you're thinking about in your mind." This probably means that iron can't be made into steel. I can't imagine that he actually pinned all his hopes on the chance of being rescued. "Let's talk about it first." Talking about adoption, you met today, you are a star in the wizarding world, if you were adopted by anyone in the wizarding world and appeared in the public eye, what do you think your childhood life would be like? (Harry tried to speak, But I interrupted) Everyone said 'Oh, Harry, our savior', 'Oh, Harry, our genius', surrounded by praise all day long, what do you think you will become when you grow up like this? "

"I told you earlier that even if you are a monster, you must have the dignity of a monster."

We've all been fed so much information throughout the day, but after Harry's question, I'm tired of thinking about that "your daddy" Ollivander mentioned.

That's great news, isn't it?

At least let me know that I am not an unknown creature jumping out of a rock, and I also have a father.

"Everything will be fine, Harry."

Standing up and hugging Harry, I no longer had the strength to look at Harry who was hesitant to speak, so I shuffled towards the bedroom.

...I just hope that I can fall asleep as soon as possible, so that the complicated information in my brain can be cleared out quickly.

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"Harry, are your textbooks packed?"

"Have you seen my Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration? I just saw it last night!"

"Look at the underside of the bed. We'll take the rest... Do you think there's a place for lunch on the train?"

"I have prepared two copies, take them with you."

No one expected that after meeting Dumbledore, our lives would undergo so many changes... If Harry is the savior of the wizarding world, and I am Harry's savior, then Dumbledore is mine Savior.

He shone like a god in front of me.

Now, just hitchhiking to London, finding the odd platform nine and three-quarters, taking the train, and I'll see him again... Just the thought of it makes me even more interested in the rest of the journey.

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"See? He bumped in head-on."

"you first?"

"No, to be fair, rock paper scissors."

"Dickas! You know I can never play with you!"

"How will you know if you don't try, as long as you don't always punch first."

"Okay... rock scissors..."

Well...he won.

Looking angrily at Harry who was staring at his hand in disbelief, I suddenly regretted reminding him before the game started.

"Okay, you take my Silica, I don't want to hit up this little girl when I hit the wall."

Harry just shrugged and reached out to take my horned owl.

"Okay, ladies and gentlemen, next..." I looked at the solid wall and my scalp tightened, but I still insisted on finishing my lines, "The great Dickas will present you with a wonderful performance!!"

With my eyes closed, I pushed the cart and trotted fast in a death-defying posture.

When I opened my eyes again, four boys around me were looking at me with their mouths wide open... This gave me a bad feeling.Turning around, Harry had also come in, but the distance between us was really far away.

Harry smiled awkwardly from behind: "Oh my god! Deckards, you look so stupid."

I looked again at the boys who were actually looking at me, stared at Harry, and stammered: "Didn't you notice it?"

"what?"

"They saw me..."

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