[HP] Harry and the Platypus go to Gringotts

The morning didn't go too well, and Snape rushed into the ward angrily, accusing her of assisting the prisoner to escape-unfortunately, just as Harry had no evidence that Peter Pedillo had become a rat for 12 years, Nor could Snape prove that Harry had ever left the ward that Dumbledore had locked himself.She couldn't fall asleep after that, just staring at the ceiling and thinking wildly.In the end, the dawn finally came.

Walking across the floor without paying attention, Harry inevitably panicked. This kind of thing has never happened before, and it doesn't mean it won't happen again.She thought that if she could go back quickly and get out of here, it might be possible to restore her world to normal, but when she turned around to check, the stairs had been removed by themselves.

"Harry?" the man standing on the terrace at the landing asked her. "Why are you here?"

"Good morning, Cedric." The rule of thumb seems to be that since a person calls you by your first name rather than your last name in a friendly way, you should too, "I'm going to see Professor Lupine."

"But," Cedric said hesitantly, "the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office is on the third floor." They were currently on the seventh floor.

"Maybe I haven't woken up yet." She heard her voice still in a trance, "And you, why are you here? As far as I know, 09:30 is the first OWLs exam."

"That's right, the first round... I'm worried that I'll be nervous when I enter the examination room, and I want to be alone for a while to clear my mind." The boy's lips curled up in an embarrassed look.Strange to say, a good-looking, sociable teenager like him shouldn't be so shy—the kind of people who are born knowing what they're up to, taking control of their lives without trying, before Others of my age passed the time of caution early on.She didn't see that sophistication in Cedric, however.

"It's nothing to be nervous about," said Harry, "you're the top student in your year after all."

"You really think that?" She found that the expression on his face was both shy and happy, looking at herself.

"I heard everyone say that, can there be fakes?"

"Thank you." Cedric looked a little disappointed, "I think everything will be fine."

"You'll do well." From the terrace you can see the battlements of the west tower.Naturally, neither the Hippogriff nor her godfather were there long ago—and it was only then that she remembered what she had come to do. "I'm leaving, bye." Saying goodbye to him in a hurry, Harry hurriedly jumped up and down the stairs that turned around and returned to where he came from, and ran down several floors.Lupine was leaving to teach the second year class, "Harriet, if you have questions about the final exam you can come to me in the office this afternoon. I'm sorry, but now I have to..." Clearly, the number of students visiting the office before the final There was a noticeable increase, and he was well versed in how to reschedule meetings.

Harry interrupted him: "The Daily Prophet didn't report it. Black was caught last night and then escaped."

Lupine acted like he'd been shot in the back. "I know that our other professors participated in the patrol after he was locked in the tower. I don't know what happened when he was arrested, but you—why did you—did he go to you?"

"Blake didn't betray my father, the real traitor was Peter Pedilou, the secret keeper of the Fidelity Curse. I saw Peter with my own eyes, and he wasn't dead." Not 12 years ago, "after Voldemort disappeared, he became The Rat has settled with a wizarding family and has been waiting for years for his former protector to regain his powers so he can return to the wizarding world," said Harry.

"Really?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Are you sure?"

"Go ask Professor Dumbledore, he'll be willing to tell you the details." Granger and Weasley told the principal about the whole thing in detail. "I just thought you deserved the truth." Lupine stood where she was when she walked away.The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is 34 years old this year, but at that moment, he looked like a helpless child.

Harry left the third floor and went back to the cellar to get his books for his first Transfiguration class. Professor McGonagall would not be happy to see her late.The next thing is easy, the important thing is to get through the first period-the period of dreaming about all kinds of weird versions of the day Wormtail died.Then Harry could gradually sleep peacefully as usual, then she played Quidditch with the Hufflepuff students for the first time, then Lupine was exposed as a werewolf by Snape and resigned voluntarily, then the semester officially ended, it should be Back to the Dursleys.

"Going to the Quidditch World Cup for the summer?" Blaise asked her on the way back.

"If I hadn't been flying on a broomstick myself, I wouldn't have much interest in Quidditch," said Harry. "I'm going to concentrate on my studies this summer, especially Potions."

"Potion?" The boy half-smiles in disbelief, as if saying that he has never seen such a nonsense lie in his life.

"I'm a Slytherin anyway, and I take the Headmaster's subjects very seriously."

"You're actually making origami airplanes with this term's Potions paper, aren't you?"

"How else would I throw them out the car window?"

Most people would find it hard to believe that Harry puts a lot of emphasis on his studies - a good report card is the most basic foundation in the premise of a well-paying job in the future.Top students are common, but geniuses are rare.Granger and Malfoy got first and second grades through hard work, but that was just ingenuity after all, not a real advantage—a genius, Harry guessed secretly, probably like Riddle son.Even so, getting to their level is already pretty hard for most.Maybe Harry is still a long way behind at the moment, but if she takes meticulous notes in even the most tedious history of magic class, and reads every night until her eyes hurt, then it's only a matter of time before she catches up to these two .

Throughout June, Snape's attitude towards Harry had been rather frightening.She had thought that he hated her to the core, but here it was: in the task of hating Harry, Snape had room for effort.Whenever she appeared in front of him, Harry could always see a thin blood vessel in the potions professor's right temple twitching, and he kept flexing his fingers, as if he wanted to strangle Harry's throat, or Just grab her face and tighten it tightly, maybe when Harry's brains are squeezed out of his nose, the deep hatred of the head of Slytherin will be wiped out.

Summer vacation couldn't be more enjoyable than school if you still had to live with the Dursleys.Dudley was forced to start a diet plan after his semester medical report was sent home.Harry jumped at the chance, and she and Dudley secretly made a deal where he would go and convince his parents to allow Harry to work in a cafe in exchange for some private food relief from Harry.Within a few days, Dudley told her it was done.Harry didn't know exactly what he'd told his parents, and didn't care.The important thing is that I can now earn half a day every day, spend half a day in the public library, and don't have to stay at home to do housework anymore.The interview was easier than expected. The store manager only asked some simple questions, such as whether you have ever worked as a waitress, whether you can make coffee, and so on.Harry assured him that although he had no experience, he always learned new things very quickly. The old store manager nodded and asked her for her social security number. This action showed that Harry was hired.

"Students are limited to part-time work. I think the teachers at the school have said this? You can work full-time during holidays, but when school starts, according to the labor law, you can work up to [-] hours a week." Give the apron to When she was there, the store manager reminded her.

"I went to boarding school and I wasn't in Surrey after school started."

Harry was worried that saying that would stop him from coming to work, but the old man just nodded. "That's okay, we are always happy to provide students with some opportunities to get in touch with the society during the holidays. What grade are you in this year?"

"I will be entering tenth grade in September." According to the Muggle school system, she is a quasi-high school student. "I will turn 14 in a few weeks."

He took off his glasses with a surprised look. "I thought you were about fifteen or sixteen—don't mind me, I've always been terrible at judging children's ages."

"My parents are taller," Harry explained.Her puberty had come quickly and suddenly—Harry was now five foot six, a little taller than Brace, and he complained about it.In addition, since last semester, from time to time, senior boys who Harry has never met come over, just to say a few words of flattery.These compliments would have been acceptable if they hadn't been staring at her breasts as they talked.

One afternoon a girl who was slightly older than she looked walked into a café and chatted with Harry as if he had known her since childhood.The young girl wore a navel-baring lace blouse, the kind that would cause Aunt Petunia to mutter curses after passing by in the street, but this girl could have had the same respect for William Golding, Bram Stoker And Samuel Beckett's book is eloquent without being ostentatious.Her dark curly hair, her large brown eyes with a bold look, and her olive skin with a satin sheen, Harry described as Spanish in his mind.It was an afternoon when business was idle, and there was only one old man reading newspapers in the store besides them.The girl's name is Rosa, she is 17 years old.She ordered a glass of Campbell and sat at the bar talking to Harry, shifting occasionally in the high chair.She told Harry she was at nearby Waddingham School - no wonder she liked Beckett.Harry had a hard time taking his eyes off Rosa's beautiful shoulders and neck as she spoke.

"Wattingham has always been my dream school," said Harry, "that's why I came here to work." Before receiving the acceptance letter from Hogwarts, her biggest wish was to win the Waddingham Art Scholarship For this reason, he even joined the choir in primary school - as an extracurricular activity, it really did not fit Harry's image, so it has been kept as a secret.Even Blaise didn't tell, he would laugh at her.

"What's so good about our school? Isn't it just following the template of that private school, which is terribly old-fashioned." Rosa said, "Only students in grades 12 and 13 are allowed to go to London on their own, and students under the age of 14 are not even allowed to go to London on weekends. None of them can go out. Because of this broken rule, I have to go to school."

"But you have a lot of famous people, actresses, diplomats, ballerinas, and Kennedy's sister..."

"Yeah, a lot of successful people, and a lot of rich people." The girl stared at her coffee cup with a world-weary smile on her face.

Harry felt himself blushing. "Is it a sin to want to be successful?"

"Oh, of course not." Rosa showed the most cunning smile, narrowed her eyes and looked her up and down carefully, "You must be very cute in Waddingham's school uniform." Harry suddenly hated this girl a little bit, she These darlings of heaven were never expected to understand this - rich people may know what money is about, but they don't understand how it came about.

The next day was another one-year birthday. In the morning, the owls sent letters one after another, from Ginny, Blaise, and Hagrid. Before Harry could open them, the fourth bird flew here. Almost couldn't get in the window.She knew almost immediately whose messenger it was: Sirius had written to her, and he hadn't really forgotten about her!These days, she thinks about him the most.It was almost pleasure that Harry seemed to feel the excruciating pain of being indifferent to the constant life.The godfather's promise could not be fulfilled, and the home he said was now impossible.It's okay, it's okay, just look at me.In the middle of a busy day, she would tell herself.Take a good look, I'm forgetting, I'm coping, everything is under my control.

Harry put down the rest of his stuff and read this one first.When she carefully opened the seal of the letter with a letter opener, it was as if sunlight and air were unfolding when she unfolded the letter paper, as if she had waited for a long time, and it was a matter of course.She sat down to read the letter, remembering again her godfather's parting words, which made Harry feel oddly good this time.

...the dementors have no chance of finding me again.On the way to my destination, I deliberately stopped to let some Muggles see me, away from Hogwarts, so that the security of the castle could be withdrawn.I hope this letter did not keep you waiting too long, and if I need you feel free to write, your owl will find me.Soon I will write to you again.And, happy birthday, Harry.How I wish I could be by your side today, but now is not the time.Don't worry, I've found some connections recently, and if things go well, I'll be back early next year.Enclosed is something for you that may make your stay at Hogwarts more enjoyable next year.

Harry fumbled inside the envelope, and there was a piece of parchment deep in it, on which was written "I, Sirius Black, Godfather of Harriet Potter, hereby give my consent to her going to Hogsmeade for the weekend." Hand it over to Principal, next semester she will be able to go to the wizarding town freely.However, this is not as important as the sentence in the letter: If things go well, I can come back early next year...

Sirius didn't lie to me.Harry thought, he remembered it all.She missed her godfather even more than she longed to leave the Dursleys, and Harry would give anything at this moment to be with Sirius for a while, to talk to him again.

Everything will be fine, all there is to do is wait.It wasn't difficult at all, and Harry was used to it—since she could wait thirteen years for someone like this to show up, she could keep waiting.