war and peace

"Oh, it seems that my luck is not very good." The man said in a regretful tone, but his face couldn't see it at all, "Teaching the savior a defense against the dark arts class, I believe many people will say that I am overwhelmed gone."

Before Harry could react and say something, Hagrid hurried out to smooth things over: "Actually, Harry is a good boy, really, Professor Roald."

"Really? That's good," the man stuffed the wand box under the robe, and stretched out his hand: "I'm looking forward to meeting you next time, Harry."

Harry stretched out his hand reluctantly.For some reason, when he heard his name being called out by the person in front of him, he subconsciously wanted to tremble.The moment before their fingers touched, Harry even felt that the person opposite him would jump up with burning fire in the next second-but in fact nothing happened.

Looking up at the man, Harry saw only a deep smile.Could Voldemort have such a wide smile, even dimples?But there is nothing wrong with this person.Harry was a little annoyed. Could it be that he was so persecuted that he automatically replaced Roald without seeing Quirrell?

Roald didn't seem to notice Harry's mood swings at all.He said goodbye to Hagrid and went out.

Since Roald was not possessed by Voldemort... Does that mean that the battle to defend the Philosopher's Stone in the first grade will not happen?Harry waved his wand almost numbly, trying one after another.First there was a snake who looked down on him, and then there was a professor who didn't exist at all... This history is going to the end!

Still, Harry felt a familiar warmth envelop him as he reached for his holly wand.Holly, phoenix tail feathers, eleven and a half inches long.Harry looked at it carefully, and he got his Elder Wand anyway.what does that mean?No matter how it changes, is he the chosen one?

This is not bad, at least the general direction will not change.Some plots may be different, but it does not affect the overall situation.That is to say, he can't just rely on the facts in his memory, he has to find new clues by himself.

Harry had made up his mind when he walked out of Ollivander.Hagrid packed his shopping into boxes for him and insisted on taking him home, so Harry only had to carry Hedwig's cage.The snowy owl was dozing off with its head buried, and Harry quietly watched it and Hagrid's long back dragging on the ground in the setting sun; he wanted to protect it, and them, and for this he would do whatever it took to achieve this goal .Of course, Harry, who was determined to die, would not know that many years later, he could fulfill his vow in an unexpected way.

For the rest of the summer vacation, Harry spent almost every day wandering aimlessly in the streets and alleys.The Dursleys almost stared at what he had brought back, but said nothing.After that, Harry's already tenuous presence in the Dursleys disappeared completely, basically as nothing, because they didn't speak to him at all.

The day before departure, Harry thought he'd at least speak to his aunt and uncle, so he deliberately slowed down while Dudley went to watch TV after dinner.Petunia just frowned when she saw it, she didn't seem to intend to waste her energy on a different kind.

"Uh, that..." Harry said before his aunt walked out of the kitchen, "I'm leaving for London tomorrow." Seeing the way his aunt's eyes widened instantly, he hurriedly added, "I Will go by myself."

Petunia's lips were drawn into a tight line, and she couldn't tell she wasn't too happy about it.But that's okay, he's done what needs to be done.Harry turned his attention back to the plate in front of him, fortunately he had exchanged some Galleons for pounds at Gringotts.Otherwise, asking for travel money from his uncle and aunt, Harry couldn't imagine, which would be worse than fighting a dragon.

The next day, Harry woke up early, and he took advantage of the light cast by the street lamp outside to tidy himself up.The big suitcase had been well packed with everything he needed, and Hedwig had closed it early.He tiptoedly opened the door, first lifted the birdcage to the entrance hall under the stairs, and then went up to pick up his suitcase.Just as he was staggering down the last flight of stairs, the light in the porch came on suddenly.

Startled, Harry was dazzled by the light.When his vision cleared, he saw Uncle Vernon standing in front of the living room, fully dressed, with Aunt Petunia peeking out behind him, not wearing the pink plaid dressing gown she usually got up in the morning.This is...they have something to do?

Uncle Vernon's small eyes shifted from the case in Harry's hand to the cage at his feet, and a cold snort came out of his nose: "Can't wait, can't you?" It seemed that Petunia stabbed him in the back because he His face suddenly became very strange: "Go, go, I have to go to work today."

Harry just got into the car inexplicably.Why does this posture seem to send him to London specially?He saw in the rearview mirror that his aunt and uncle had no expression on their faces, and decided it was best to keep the problem to himself.At King's Cross, Uncle Vernon looked eager to get out of here, and Aunt Petunia gave him an extra look.Harry stood watching them drive away, suddenly filled with a strange emotion.

He originally planned to walk out of Privet Drive to take a taxi by himself, so he reserved waiting time, but it turned out to be too early now.Harry followed the familiar route to platform nine and three-quarters, where the crimson steam locomotive was quietly parked.It doesn't look too bad, at least he can pick a car at will.

Harry put his suitcase and Hedwig into the luggage car with the help of the conductor, and walked down the aisle to the back.He would have liked to take the last car, but it was already reserved, and the sign on it said "MV Roald."

Their new professor?Harry thought for a moment, opened the door of the next compartment and walked in.He really wanted to know who this professor was.Roald looked younger and handsomer than any of the professors he could remember, but Harry was sure he wouldn't be an empty bag like Lockhart.

The sun was slowly rising, and Harry could clearly see the rolling hills in the distance after the fog cleared.The warm light shone on his body, and thinking of returning to Hogwarts soon, he leaned against the window glass and fell asleep unknowingly.

By the time Harry woke up, the sun had risen, and the steam locomotive was speeding along the track.He took off his glasses, rubbed the eye sockets where the traces of the frames were pressed out, and when he put them on again, he realized who the person sitting opposite was. "……professor?"

The man with black hair and black eyes leaned back comfortably, and didn't seem to want to move.He pointed out casually, "Everyone is discussing, Harry Potter is on this train." Then he spread his hands, the movement was very elegant: "There is a large group of people outside your car who are discussing whether they should wake up You, which way is better—I guess you don’t want to be surrounded by people, so you came here on your own.”

It was only then that Harry realized that people stopped outside their compartment from time to time, but no one pushed the door to come in. It seemed that it was the effect of the rectangular sign on the door. "No, thank you, Professor." Harry thanked sincerely, and he began to have a good impression of this Roald who appeared out of nowhere.

"You're welcome," the man said casually, turning a page in the thick book on his lap with his fingers.Harry looked backward at the row of thin letters on the header, "The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts in Modern Times - The Grindelwald Chapter".He couldn't help asking, "Are you going to give us a lesson on Grindelwald, sir?"

"Oh, of course not, it's just for entertainment." The man looked up at Harry, then closed the book and smiled: "Look at me, the most famous Terminator of Dark Arts in modern times is sitting in front of me, and I still What are you looking at this for?"

Harry had been staring at the book, and he couldn't imagine anyone other than Hermione using something like a brick for entertainment.But when he heard the second half of Roald's words, he felt embarrassed, and then he wanted to explain something: "It's not like this, sir..."

"Hagrid is right, you are a good boy." Roald said suddenly and thoughtlessly, "The mysterious man has disappeared since then, everyone knows."

Harry looked at Roald, who was looking directly at him without avoiding his eyes. "Maybe." In the end, Harry still couldn't decide whether it was acting or Roald really believed it. Anyway, he didn't see the difference, but it was undoubtedly a very stupid behavior to say "Voldemort is alive" casually.

"By the way, are you also a Hogwarts graduate?" Harry suddenly remembered his original intention of sitting next to Roald's box, and asked obliquely.If so, he could have found his information from various student records at Hogwarts to see if there was any problem.

But Harry was doomed to be disappointed. "Hogwarts is a fine wizarding school," Roald shrugged. "I wish I had attended school here, but I grew up in France."

"Oh? That's Beauxbatons?" Harry pretended to be curious, "But they seem to only accept girls."

"Yeah," Roald sighed cooperatively, "Actually, I haven't studied systematically in school—" he added after seeing Harry's puzzled eyes, "France is not as strict as Britain. , as long as you finally pass a qualification test."

Harry's eyes widened.So there is no official record that is easy to find?His mind took a detour, "Did you pass the exam by self-study, sir?"

"Basically, learn a little bit of this and a little bit of that." Roald took out his dragon palm wand, and Harry watched him disappear the book in front of him: "Actually, I just came back from India recently, Brahmin Their skills are simply astonishing.”

Harry fell silent.It seems that Roald impresses Dumbledore by relying on his rich practical experience, and it is perfect for him to get the teaching position of Defense Against the Dark Arts.His misgivings eased somewhat, but Harry decided to keep an eye on the professor for the long haul.

"I heard that first-year Hogwarts freshmen have to be sorted first?" Roald raised another topic, "Can you think of which house you will be sorted into?"

"Gryffindor, I think so," Harry said conservatively.That thinking Sorting Hat always has to sing, that crackling voice is unbearable... wait a minute, thinking?Merlin, Harry almost jumped out of his seat, he ignored this!In case his mind is seen by the hat, can he guarantee that it won't be told to Dumbledore?He wasn't quite sure what the headmaster would do if he found out.

Occlumency... Harry wished so much now that he had learned that, how useful it was.Although it was Dumbledore who asked him to learn to prevent Voldemort, now he wants to prevent Dumbledore from knowing.Harry had no doubt that Dumbledore was definitely the best opponent against Voldemort, but he was someone who could even plan his own death, let alone Snape and others.But he couldn't stand it, because he was the kind of person who wouldn't watch people die before him one by one, once he knew it was all about him and that he could end all tragedies.

Then from now on, don't think about any questions about Voldemort until the end of the sorting!Harry forced himself to calm down, Snape had said, try not to think about those things, and only show others what they want to see.He just needs to show the Sorting Hat his boring childhood, think of your uncles and aunts, and Dudley, Harry ordered himself.

Harry, immersed in the imminent possibility of revealing his secret, missed the flash of reluctance in the eyes of the opposite person. "Gryffindor, this is indeed where the savior should go." Roald smiled, "Then good luck to you, Harry."