[HP] Harry and the Platypus go to Gringotts

According to Harry's rich experience growing up, generally speaking, it is best not to think about arguing after being regarded as a madman.If people boo and laugh at you, just laugh along with it.In this way, they will show a scared expression instead and stop bothering you.Next, perhaps it is inevitable that you will be depressed for a while, worrying whether you are really going crazy, or even thinking about the suicidal thoughts that you usually hide carefully and try not to touch, but this is also boring and a waste of time—— Because you never meant to actually do that sort of thing, and the resolution to drop everything belongs to someone else—almost, Harriet Potter.Life is not a philosophical novel that revolves around you, and you have never been a Dostoevsky heroine.

So you can imagine what a weird and new experience it must be for people to take her 'nonsense' seriously for the first time.After coming out of the ward, this feeling reached its peak when the Weasley twins called her to stop.

"I'm sorry, Harry," Fred said gruffly to her.

"why?"

The two brothers looked at each other. "I'm sorry we weren't very kind to you in the past," said George, "especially when you first came to our house. Back then she was very, very..." He seemed to be looking for the right words.

"Crushing you," Fred said.

"Yes, I have a crush on you. But you have no interest in her." Regardless of Ginny rolling her eyes, George smiled, "Most brothers in the world would be terribly angry when they saw this kind of thing, can you understand?"

"Yes, I totally understand."

"So between us—" Fred pointed at Harry, then the twins, and finally himself, "—is it okay?"

Harry nodded, and they all breathed a sigh of relief. "I knew you were different from those people," said Fred, and George added, "Thank you for the Daddy thing."

It would have been fine to just say the last line at first, but Harry didn't say that, it would be too presumptuous to say it. "You're welcome," she said finally.The twins had returned to the ward, and the grown-ups had something to talk about about the Order of the Phoenix.

"that--"

Harry interrupted Ron before he could speak, "Don't tell me you're coming too."

He lowered his eyes in embarrassment: "Well-well, I feel like I should say something too, after they..., you know."

"Nonsense." Harry made a very unlike himself, a tomboy.She punched Ron lightly on the shoulder. "You've always been nice to me, haven't you?" Then he turned to Ginny next to him, "I'm going to the bathroom." Harry ran away before he could reply, and couldn't continue standing at the door of Mr. Weasley's ward like this.She was clearly an outsider who had intruded into this domestic accident.

The accident led the Weasleys to spend their Christmas holidays at 12 Grimmauld Place, as it was closer to St. Mungo's Hospital and Sirius was very welcoming to them.In fact he couldn't be happier.Seeing that the house was full of people, Sirius took great pleasure in preparing for the holidays and decorating Black's house.After lunch on Christmas Day, Ginny, Harry and the others went to visit their father with Ron, and Mr. Weasley was more than half well enough to encourage the trainee therapist to practice Muggle therapy on himself.Mrs. Weasley was mad with anger at the stitches on her husband's body, and they ran out of the ward with an excuse to avoid being affected, trying to go to the lounge for tea or something, unexpectedly meeting an acquaintance on the way.

"Neville?" Ron grabbed the boy who was about to pass by quietly at the door of a ward. "It's me! Who are you here to see?" Longbottom was shocked, as if a bullet had grazed his ear. .

"Is it your friends, Neville, baby?" The old witch beside him with a stuffed vulture on her head had a stern and scary face, but her voice was very kind at the moment, "Hurry up and say hello to them. "

Longbottom seemed to rather be anywhere in the world than here.He hung his head and said nothing, letting his grandma shake hands with everyone one by one. "I've heard about you guys and helped him out a little bit, haven't you? He's a good boy," she said, "but without his father's talent, I have to say..." The old woman's His eyes turned towards the ward, so everyone also looked there.

Ron asked in surprise, "Is that your dad over there, Neville?"

"Didn't you tell your friends?" The old woman raised her voice, and she was even angrier when she saw her grandson shaking his head. "It's nothing to be ashamed of! You should be proud—proud! They didn't sacrifice their health and sanity so that their only son would be ashamed of them."

"I'm not ashamed." Longbottom retorted, but weakly.

"That's the way you behave is not good enough!" His grandma continued, jaw raised high, "My son and daughter-in-law were tortured insane by the mysterious man's hands." It's strange—how could she be so frank and open? Proud?Ginny covered her mouth, and Ron stretched his neck to look at the man and woman inside, showing a look of bewilderment, this kind of thing was beyond his cognition. "...they're Aurors, well respected in the wizarding world, very talented, both of them. I - what's up, Alice?"

Alice came by in her pajamas, she must be Longbottom's mother.Alice, who was once very talented, has gray hair, but her eyes are very large in the thin face, making the eyes look like a restless child.She timidly gestured towards her son, holding something in her hand as if she wanted to give it to him.

"Another one? Okay." The old woman's voice was exhausted, "Very well, Alice, thank you—take it, Neville, whatever it is..." Longbottom had already stretched out his hand, His mother threw him a bubblegum wrapper. "Thank you, Mom." Seeing her son accepting her gift, she hummed and went back to bed.Longbottom finally raised his head to look directly at them, with a pretentious gesture on his face, declaring that he was ready to accept any ridicule.

"It's time for us to go back. It's nice to see you." His grandma sighed. "Neville, throw the candy wrappers in the trash can. You'll be able to plaster your bedroom with what she gave you." But after she turned around , Longbottom still folded the candy wrapper and stuffed it carefully into his pocket.For a moment Harry felt like he was a patient suffering from cancer in silence - you could tell these people were moving slowly and cautiously because they were in pain, probably for a long time, and still didn't want to go to the doctor.Because the most help doctors can offer is to tell them the obvious: it's too late.

Fortunately her parents were long dead.She thought at the inopportune moment, and immediately retched herself at the thought—what?Are you still grateful because Voldemort made their death easier?

It's not over yet.Things got worse when Snape came to Black's house on the last day of the holiday and had something to say to her.On Dumbledore's orders he would be in charge of teaching her Occlumency when school started, he told her.

"It is used to prevent the mind from being invaded." The dean explained, "It is a very remote magic, but it is very useful."

"How to learn?"

Snape didn't expect her to ask such a question, but answered anyway. "I will use Legilimency to read your feelings and memories, and you will practice how to resist me."

So she had to let him into her head? "I don't want it!" said Harry quickly, "No." There were some things that Snape must never know about, like Wormtail's death, for example.Someday she would be ready to confess, someday...not now, and not to Snape.

— but that is not the crux of the matter.

A year ago, she fell in love with an unknown newcomer novelist.His debut novel made Harry believe that this person would shine in the literary world: the whole book has a sad tone, so the final ending is also expected, but it still makes her turn over in bed after reading It was difficult to fall asleep, and I cried quietly for a while.Oh genius, this is true genius.After going to the signing party, she couldn't think like that anymore.From the conversation between him and the reporter, she suddenly discovered that this book was written entirely about the novelist's own affairs, without exception.She didn't need to open it a second time to know that it had completely lost its ability to impress her, because the real face of this book was just a story of the nature of "ah, what a sensitive and precocious child I was"-this thing, this kind of Stuff—almost a drunkard with a broken life running into the window of a tailor's shop and suddenly pulling his pants down on people.

"Don't you think I'm interested in your private affairs, Potter? Do you think I'd waste my life on your gossip?" Snape raised his eyebrows in disgust.

"I won't learn from you, I'll go find a book about it and practice it myself." Voldemort can invade her brain as long as he can - if he has to stand in the window and take off his pants to someone, Harry Rather that man was Voldemort.At least Voldemort wasn't her professor, and she wouldn't see her every day.

"You don't seem to understand. I didn't ask for this errand. I came because Dumbledore thought you needed to learn Occlumency." He said in a deep voice, obviously impatient, "Besides, this isn't an errand. Negotiation, just notification—"

"Then let him talk to me himself! Isn't he the one who treats me like air these days? It's so strange, why he suddenly cares about my affairs." She said in a cold tone, narrowing her eyes . "Even if Dumbledore came to inform me personally, I wouldn't be going to anyone's class, absolutely impossible-don't waste your words, you all are."

I don't know who she reminded him of, Snape's lips trembled, his face was pale, and he looked a little weak, as if he was standing in front of the person he feared the most.This boosted her confidence.For once, Harry didn't flinch or give in, and stood on his heels, staring at the man.This has never been done before. "...Good, good." He flicked the cape of his traveling cloak and strode away.

"You shouldn't be so assertive," he said.Cedric didn't want to waste his rare meeting with his girlfriend in arguing, but Ginny and Sirius looked at him as if they were the last straw. "At the beginning when others promoted me to do this, I didn't think I could do it. The position of international education liaison officer—think about it, I am a person who is not good at words... How stupid I was when I gave the acceptance speech in the competition. Ah, what a joke—isn't it still doing a good job now?"

"That's different."

"Is it different?"

"Different."

"I think you're a bit like this, um." He carefully picked out a popular phrase that he recently learned from Muggle education publications, "It's a bit like a self-destructive personality." Cedric regretted the words, because thinking about the In that magazine, the word was usually used to describe teenagers who skipped classes, smoked cigarettes, and kept getting themselves pregnant by accident.

"Hahaha! It's fun." She laughed, repeating what he said. "Self-destructive personality, self-destructive personality."

The dialogue was so raw that Cedric almost felt like they were acting, feeding each other lines one by one.If it is a movie, there should be sensational music here, and the audience will know that the theme is going to be sublimated here. The hero and heroine will reconcile rationally after a dispute, and they will be able to leave the scene soon.But this isn't a movie where things don't end abruptly with the embrace of the two of them.

For as long as he can remember, adults have often described him as a shy kid, and even though he seemed taller and more mature than his peers, Cedric could never hide it.The thing is, these guys are getting one thing wrong, and being shy doesn't mean talking less—at least not all of it.There's a shyness that keeps you talking when you should shut up, and it messes up your life, and you can't get rid of it for the rest of your life.

This is the case at the moment. "You just take studying with Professor Snape as a negligible guarantee, can't you? You don't have to be serious, you can deal with it casually, just to make us feel at ease... You should know Ginny, the others, and me , We are all very worried about you." He couldn't stop at all, he became more and more embarrassed, but he also spoke faster and faster, and he didn't know what he wanted to express. "I hope you can also consider other people when you make a decision. There are many people who care about you. You don't want to make everyone sad. If you didn't convince yourself to endure an hour a week with a teacher you didn't like, what happened in the end? Gossip - think about it, Harry, think about it..."

"I see. Just because you guys rushed in and changed my life, I can't make all my decisions in the future?" He wanted to say that you misinterpreted me, but Harry wouldn't let it go. He said, "If you've pitied me all these years and treated me like a morose orphan, a little girl who's willing to degenerate, then please watch now—" She dramatically drank most of the butterbeer in front of her Pushing away, a puff of foam rose from the bottle, dutifully pandering to her performance, "I'll fix this, on my own."

The author has something to say:

Because there was no Ron and his wand in the second year, Lockhart (forced) packed his things and slipped out of Hogwarts the night after he (forced) to say that he wanted to deal with the basilisk. There will be no hospitalization for becoming semi-demented.

Well, Harry let the professor hallucinate Lily who refused his apology at the gate of the Gryffindor tower (the seventh novel "The Prince's Tale" chapter), escaped from this PTSD professor...