war and peace

Summer vacation is coming soon.

Harry racked his brains for more than a month, and finally came to the worst conclusion: Voldemort was probably back, just like him.Of course, this still needs to be confirmed, so he took the initiative to go to the door to get the letter every day without waiting for Dudley to chase him away with the newly received Smelting walking stick.He desperately needed to know some news about the wizarding world, and the best way was to receive an admission notice from Hogwarts.

"Stonewall High? What the hell is that?" Dudley said that for the hundredth time, and Harry was rubbing his eyes and walking towards the door.He felt that Aunt Petunia was just messing around, that there was no way he would go to that full-time high school.When he received the letter, he immediately opened it, so as not to make a mess like last time, and finally ran to an isolated island in the storm!

Hogwarts is actually not bad, at least it can meet the request of the Dursleys to see him less.Thinking so, Harry bent down to pick up the scattered letters on the carpet.A business letter from Uncle Vernon, an advertisement for lawn mowers, and one without a stamp, with an inkpad stamp on the seal.

Harry's heart almost jumped when he saw the familiar coat of arms.coming!Hogwarts was where he could feel at home.Trembling a little, he opened the envelope and read what he had already seen: "Dear Mr. Harry Potter: I inform you that you have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry..."

"Why are you so dawdling? Hurry up, don't you just get a few letters?" Petunia appeared at the kitchen door, her already long horse face stretched even longer.She saw her nephew standing in front of the door, turning to herself with a bright smile, holding an open letter in his hand.She has good eyesight, saw the pattern on it at a glance, her face turned blue immediately, and she let out a scream through the broken roof tiles: "Oh, Vernon!"

Ten minutes later, Harry was standing in the living room with his aunt and uncle, and Dudley, who was locked outside, was crying and screaming, banging on the wooden door, trying to break in.Harry stood on the edge of the sofa with a calm expression on his face.His uncle was sitting right in front of him, his purple face turned liver-colored, and he was glaring fiercely at Harry with his small eyes, his lips trembling, as if he was too angry to know what to say.His aunt clasped her hands nervously, walked back and forth beside them, and kept saying, "What should I do...what should I do..."

"Hey, boy, no matter what you think, we won't send you to that goddamn trick school!" After a long time, Uncle Vernon uttered such a vicious sentence, and he finally found his voice.

Harry raised his head and glanced between the Dursleys, his voice was very calm: "I don't think you can stop me. I have already entrusted the return to the owl."

Vernon roared, "You brat! How dare you! How dare you!" He reached out to grab Harry, but Harry had expected this and dodged it.

"Could you please hear me out first?" Harry stood behind the circle sofa, well out of his uncle's arms.Vernon couldn't catch him, and glared at Harry angrily: "Say! I want to see how you justify yourself!"

Harry swallowed his saliva: "First of all, thank you for raising me for 11 years, no matter what." The Dursleys were shocked by this unexpected opening, and they looked at each other in surprise.

"Then, even if you don't admit it, I am indeed a wizard. I was registered in the Hogwarts student list from birth. I must go to Hogwarts." Harry paused, and the Dursleys seemed to be The shock was too much to recover, and he didn't object to him mentioning some very reasonable things.

"Hogwarts is fully closed management, so this means that you only need to endure my summer vacation every year in the future. You can tell the neighbors that I go to juvenile detention center or something, I don't care. It's just summer vacation I have to come back, don't ask me why." Harry felt that was all he had to say, that he had neither the patience nor the need to explain everything to the Dursleys.

There was a long silence.

It was Petunia who broke the silence first. "So...you know it all? But we didn't tell you anything!" she screamed.

"Yes, I know you guys want this to just rot and pretend it didn't happen. I know how my parents died—" "But—" Harry waved his hand at Petunia's startled gaze, and he A little impatient: "Don't ask me how I know, I just know. I have to go to Hogwarts, even if the ending is the same as my parents."

So he can say that he is fearless so easily?Harry thought a little to himself that he hadn't had it so easy in his previous life.Maybe it's because the aunt's family can't hold him back like his friends?And this time, he couldn't even come close to them, lest he be faltered on his way to his doomed death, and leave his friends needless grief.

If there had been any color on the Dursleys' faces before, it had completely faded now.Petunia stared at him incredulously, and suddenly her legs gave way and she sat down on the sofa.Vernon, on the other hand, stared at Harry like he had never seen this person before, and finally choked out a sentence: "You said it yourself! Don't expect me to pay you for that trick school! "

Harry nodded.This result has exceeded his best expectations, and he does not expect more.He and they looked at each other for a while, and finally Harry decided he'd better leave them alone.As he turned the doorknob, Petunia let out a sob.Harry paused, and finally, without looking back, he pushed open the door.Dudley stumbled in and sat on the ground, looking at the expressionless Harry and then at the weeping mother, completely bewildered.

The atmosphere at Number Four Privet Drive was dull all day.Aunt Petunia seemed so absent-minded that she didn't even ask Harry to clear the dinner plates.Harry was so happy that he had nothing else to do, he climbed the stairs early, trying to stay in his little bed and dream for a while.As soon as he opened the door, he saw a brown owl land on the window lattice.

Harry went over and untied the roll of paper from the owl's leg, which flapped its wings and flew away.He flattened the parchment, and on it was written in a thin, circled script: "Dear Harry:

I'm glad to receive your reply.Tomorrow Hagrid will pick you up to Diagon Alley to buy the supplies you need. He is the key keeper of Hogwarts.Your parents leave you a small inheritance and don't worry about tuition.Finally, welcome to Hogwarts!

Your faithful Albus Dumbledore"

Harry blinked, fighting back the tears that welled up in his eyes.The headmaster kept a lot of things from him, that's right, but Harry would still like to imagine a living Dumbledore writing to him with half-moon glasses instead of lying limp in Hogwarts like a broken doll. Beneath the tower.

He will soon enter the wizarding world...Harry tried hard to divert his imagination from the scenes that made him cry, and now he should be thinking about how to explain to his uncle and aunt that a half-giant is coming Four Privet Drive...

The next day, as the sun broke through the London morning fog, Harry and Hagrid were standing in front of the Leaky Cauldron.When the Dursleys heard Harry's description in the morning, they almost couldn't wait to send him to the main road intersection, which was ten miles away from Privet Drive, and let him wait for Hagrid there.They don't want - not at all - to be seen by their neighbors dealing with weird people.

So, basically, this time it went smoothly, exceeding expectations, Harry thought to himself.Hagrid had been surreptitiously eyeing him along the way, and Harry knew he was being too reticent and polite, but it had to be.Hagrid pushed the door first, and Harry followed his tall body vigorously into the rickety wooden door. He never forgot that it was here that he saw Quirrell who was possessed by Voldemort for the first time. .

There was a lot of drinking and drinking in the bar, and there was a lot of noise.Harry sincerely hoped that these chaotic noises would not disappear because of his arrival, but it was clear that Merlin had never cared much for him.A male wizard dropped a wine glass on his foot and was unconscious; another witch was still smoking after her pipe was extinguished; Leigh Porter shaking hands...

Oh, what a disaster!Harry felt that the adoring eyes from all directions made him uncomfortable. The reason why he was not killed by Voldemort was not because he had any special abilities, but because of his mother's sacrifice!He was not at all proud of it.Hagrid had to put his arms around Harry's shoulders as hard as he could make his way to the back door amidst the crowd.

Harry was dazed by the crowd, and it wasn't until Hagrid was already banging his pink umbrella on a brick wall that he remembered an important question: Where's Quirrell?Why didn't I see him this time?

Harry was suspicious, his face tensed.After Hagrid had taken him to Gringotts, treated him to an enlarged florin mango strawberry raspberry sundae, and bought him a beautiful snowy owl for his birthday, he reluctantly turned to his worried face. Hagrid smiled and stepped into his final destination: Ollivander's Wand Shop.

There is another customer ahead of him.With his back turned to him, a tall, thin man was trying on a wand, the tip of which burst into flames.Judging by the messiness of the shop, Harry had no doubt that this man must be more picky than he was.

"Come on, try this one again, dragon palm, dragon heart nerve, thirteen inches, hard, very powerful. Few wizards can handle wands made of dragon palm, and for this reason, it is rare and dense , and only obeys stronger forces than it, this is a wood species from the far east that I finally found... Dragon Heart Nerve is also a ferocious adult Norwegian Ridgeback, I believe few wizards want to challenge it..." Ollivander's voice moved from far to near, and Harry saw a thick layer of dust on the box in his hand, as if it had been dug out from some corner.

He took another look at the wizard who was being selected, only half of his profile could be seen. He is around 20 years old, with black hair and black eyes, and very three-dimensional facial features. You don't need to look at the front to know that this person is handsome.Hearing Ollivander's words, the man raised his eyebrows slightly.Harry noticed the wands scattered beside him, each one as charred as if it had been burned in a fireplace.

Ollivander held the tip of his wand, and the man took it from him and swiped it in the air.A ring of fire appeared, and Harry felt his eyebrows being roasted off by its heat, so he backed away quickly.The man nodded in satisfaction, "Just this one." He stretched out his long fingers and pointed again among the pile of wands he had just tried, "Help me wrap this together and keep it for later use."

Ollivander did as he did, his big silver eyes were full of excitement: "Merlin, I thought this wand would stay here forever..." The man seemed very interested, and asked, "Why? You make the best wands, don't you?"

"That's right..." Ollivander's eyes suddenly became serious, "This is my work when I was young... I was young and energetic, and I wanted to make a magic wand with the most powerful power. No one can Have it..." He handed the two tied wand boxes to the man, "You are so young... Mr. Roald, if I ask you, you can do great things."

For a split second Harry thought the man would sneer.But he just smiled politely, "Thank you very much. How much should I pay you, then?"

"For you," Ollivander didn't care about the surprised expressions of the other two people in the store, "You have fulfilled my dream when I was young... I can still see this wand find its owner in my lifetime, I have already Very contented."

"Thank you very much." After Mr. Roald was surprised, he thanked him politely.He turned around and seemed to have just seen Harry standing there: "Oh, you have a new customer."

Ollivander's gaze followed him to Harry's face, and he recognized Harry almost instantly. "Oh, it's you, I was still thinking, it's time for you to go to Hogwarts." The white-haired little old man tapped the tape measure on the table - it immediately flew to Harry and started Measured, while moving his escalator to rummage deep in the store, "I remember your parents came to buy wands, it seemed like yesterday..."

Harry wasn't listening to Ollivander, because the man was looking at him with a playful expression, and his voice was a little high-pitched: "Harry Potter?" His eyes were dark and deep, and Harry subconsciously Dodging, the tape measure was just measuring the distance between his eyes: "...Yes."

Just at this moment, a loud voice came: "Harry, how did you choose?" Hagrid opened the door and came in, and saw another person: "Oh, Professor Roald!" His eyes fell on the man's hand "Looks like you've picked out a new wand that fits your hand, haven't you?"

"Yeah, it's not easy." The man didn't turn to Hagrid, he still stared at Harry: "So you're with Harry Potter today."

Hagrid scratched his head: "Yes, Dumbledore said to let me pick him up." Then he turned around, "Harry, this is Professor Roald, he will be your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher in the future."

Harry stayed where he was, his heart already turned into a storm.New... Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?