[HP] Harry and the Platypus go to Gringotts

When his feet touched the ground again, Harry felt as if he had been stuffed into the washing machine drum and spun dry.

"Not very comfortable, but exciting, isn't it?"

They landed on a country road, and the tree gnats on both sides of the road had never been pruned. After walking along the road for 2 minutes, their vision suddenly became clear. "This is it. We live on the outskirts of Ottery St. Catchpole Village. No Muggles will come here." The house at the end is crooked, with four or five chimneys standing on the red roof, which should be built by magic .Although it was located in the desolate suburbs, the house was already noisy with people: it was the home of the Weasleys. "Molly must have breakfast ready and waiting for us." Mr. Weasley opened the door and greeted her warmly, "Harry, come in quickly."

The family was genuinely warm, Harry felt it keenly.While twin brothers George and Fred only reluctantly accost her when their mother coughs and cues, inviting her to a game of cards or broomstick rides, fellow student Ron seems particularly terrified of being alone in a room with her. Percy, the prefect, is always studying alone in the bedroom... Generally speaking, yes, this is a very warm family.The youngest daughter, Ginny, especially likes to stick to Harry, and has a good impression of the Slytherin who rescued herself from Riddle, although she was unconscious at the time and didn't know exactly what happened in the Chamber of Secrets.In the past few days, the girl had asked Harry if it was true that she had killed the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets with a sword, as Headmaster Dumbledore said.

"Yes," she replied, "but you better not believe it."

The village grocer was quite a walk from the Burrow, which was good, and meant that Harry could take advantage of Mrs Weasley's purchase of buttermilk to go out alone and mingle with her skepticism in the country fields, Go back until you have sorted out your thoughts.Several times over the past two days Mr. Weasley had tried to spend some time alone with himself.The Burrow was not big, but the population was large, and he had to go to work again, so he couldn't find the right time.What exactly was he going to say to her? Was it related to their sudden suspension of their trip to Egypt and the fact that they came to pick him up early?After two years at Hogwarts it was clear to Harry that she was doomed to all kinds of trouble and misfortune.Therefore, what Mr. Weasley wanted to tell himself was not bad news, and she had no hope for such speculation.

"...I wish Mum could buy us a new broom," Harry heard George (or Fred?) talking beyond the woods as he walked near the paddock up the hill. It is also difficult to win the game by arranging devil training."

It happened to be time for the twins to practice Quidditch in the woods, both of whom were members of the Gryffindor school team.Harry played with them once the other day, and the Weasleys didn't have a Quaffle, so they had to use apples instead of throwing each other for practice.

"Is the Slytherin team good?" Ginny was there too. "A good broom can't win against good skill."

"Did you really come to the game last semester, little girl? Nimbus 2001 is too fast for the eyes to catch up with. Of course it's no problem for us, but if it's Ron, then it's not sure."

"Don't underestimate me! I will also join the school team in the future."

"If it's just Nimbus 2001, Slytherin likes to foul. Speed ​​and shame, you should know how tricky these two things can be combined." One of the twins said.

"Speaking of which, one of their Chasers has graduated, and I don't know who the new team member will be." Another of them suddenly mentioned her, "Potter's flying is not bad, maybe he will go to the academy selection."

Ron's voice was slightly disturbed: "I remember my mother said to take her to play."

"Mum said," repeated his brother, "stop being her sounding board, Ron dear, and just let me go on the last day of school."

"She's more pretentious than Percy. She always puts on a good-natured look in front of her mother, but we don't care about anyone behind her."

"Harry is not putting on a show, you are not allowed to say that about her!"

There was a moment of silence on the other side of the woods, and then the twins laughed.

"Oh, Fred, our little sister is charmed. Harry, would you like to go for a walk by the lake with me—"

"Harry, let's play chess—"

"Harry, would you like my dessert—"

"Harry, I'm absolutely in love with you—"

"Don't you think you're being too much?" Ginny exclaimed angrily.

"Isn't Potter the one who went too far? Who in front refused to take you to the village with me? Could it be me? Isn't it, George?"

"Not me, Fred, who is it?"

"You defend her like this, and I didn't see her jumping out to help you—don't cry! What—it's my fault, okay?...Ginny, come back!"

A sudden sense of foreboding came to Harry's mind, and she believed she knew how embarrassing it would be if she was found in the woods and heard the whole thing.But it was too late, Ginny had already rushed out of the paddock, trying to wipe away the tears with the back of her hand as she ran, and saw her standing there with a look of shame and betrayal on her face.Why don't you come and help me?Why do you have to be as indifferent as they say?Those eyes seemed to be questioning her.Before Harry even had time to reach for her, he knew there would be no more troublesome requests at the Burrow, no more friendly invitations, no one eager to share every little thing with her.

With no one chasing out of the paddock behind them, the boys fell silent in bewilderment, while Harry walked back to the Burrow, bitter about failure, though she couldn't understand why.Fortunately, we are leaving for Hogwarts tomorrow.

Brace knew the way she walked.Potter was always going too fast, always chasing something she could never catch.He'd heard Draco say that to Pansy once, to laugh at her unsocial pace.

The footsteps stopped at the door of the carriage. "You're here." Blaise helped the girl open the sliding door, and they were fairly close in the academy. "It's great, it's the three of us again. Look, I've laid out the chessboard."

Of course it wasn't really nice at all, there wasn't much to say between the three of them, Draco sat by the window with his arms folded, and when he saw Harry walk in, he snorted barely in greeting.

Draco was thirteen years old, but he was thinner and thinner than most boys his age, with blond hair always scrupulously combed, and a pair of cold gray eyes often squinting menacingly on his pale face.He had come here to avenge the chess game he lost to Harry at the end of last term, and Blaise was just wanting to watch the fun with his enthusiasm.Harry had been taught Wizard Chess by Blaise, and even so, she had already lost more than she won, which he didn't mind, but Draco was less generous, and losing to Harry made the boy bitter.

"Thank you," she said to Blaise, and sat down at the board. "Come on, do you want white or black?"

This is a chess game with no suspense.Half an hour later, although Harry had no generals, everyone could see that Draco's king had nowhere to go.Blaise pondered, or pretended to think, before pointing out the obvious: "You lost, Draco."

Naturally, Draco didn't need him to remind him, he stood up suddenly and knocked over the chessboard, and the chess pieces flew everywhere, spinning and bouncing on the floor of the car and on the benches.

"Then see you at Hogwarts, Malfoy." Harry raised his arm and waved, Blaise saw a smile in her eyes and was impatient, "Or do you want to play another game?"

Draco's cheeks flushed with anger, his lower lip moved, and finally walked away without saying anything.

For the past two years, to all Slytherin students, that despicable timidity, concealed or not, had been written on Harriet Potter's face.Wasn't she afraid that the bullying would get worse, so she silently endured the exclusion and occasional ridicule in the college?Even her indifferent expression was just a means to protect her self-esteem.It wasn't until Draco shoved and punched him in the nosebleeds in front of his two hunk peddlers in second year that the Girl Who Lived was doing a little better at school.It was a moment that impressed most of those present, but Blaise knew that neither "courage" nor "guts" were the right words for what drove the girl to rebel.

I'm afraid everyone is wrong, and she really doesn't care.Blaise thought, but not at all.He guessed she was just used to being treated like this.

"You will only make him hate you more."

Harry concentrated on folding the scattered candy wrappers on the seat, and Blaise had to break the silence with any innocuous topic he could think of.

"Where have you been this vacation?"

"Devonshire." Her voice sounded strange and cold.

"Oh, what are you doing there?"

This time she didn't answer at all.He just tried one more time, one last time - Blaise made up his mind that if the other party didn't change his lukewarm attitude, he would really slam the door like Draco did. "What are your plans in the third grade? For example, find Ravenclaw's missing diadem." After all, she protected the Philosopher's Stone in the first grade, and defeated the basilisk in the second grade. It will be strange.

"For the varsity tryouts," said Harry. "Brace, lend me your Nimbus 2000."

Blaise was stunned for a moment. "...you shouldn't be on the school team. Quidditch is a team sport, and it's about collaboration and community honor - I don't need to give you examples of how badly you don't get along with the other Slytherins."

These words brought a smile to the girl's beautiful eyes and the corners of her mouth. "But you didn't reject me, did you? I will fly better than them all, and after passing the selection, I will write to the store to order my own broomstick. Dad will be proud of me." Harry had told him when the headmaster had come back from cleaning the trophies in the trophy room that her father had been the best Chaser in the school.

It was hard for Blaise to say how the late Mr. Potter would have felt if he had learned that his daughter's goal was to become the new Chaser for Slytherin, certainly not pride.

He looked into her eyes and knew that the other party didn't listen to his words at all.Forget it, let her go.Blaise figured that everyone has to learn to accept a little disappointment now and then, even the girl who survived.