[HP] Harry and the Platypus go to Gringotts

From Harry's past experience, most things don't change every year, history of magic class must make people sleepy, headmaster Dumbledore is always a little bit crazy, and her dear headmaster still always has a bad face , as if the milk in the coffee had gone bad at breakfast, and the sour taste would not fade away; there are also some things that make people feel new, such as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who takes office almost every year.Compared with his predecessor, Professor Lupine was not handsome. He looked pale and thin, and his gray hair didn't match his youthful face.Most of the students in other houses liked the professor very much, the Slytherin students looked down on his poor clothes, and Harry thought he was a bit weird.Lupine spoke to her with familiarity as if he had known her for a long time, but Harry could have sworn she had never seen him before.

Another thing remains constant: at the beginning of the new school year, interest groups or study groups privately organized by various students are always extremely lively.Harry had never joined any of them, perhaps because the range of options was so wide that she could apply for anything she wanted, from sports and cards to subject studies; She realized that it was pure inertia—she was not welcome, in the wizarding world or not, anyway.

That's not to say that students outside of Slytherin were unfriendly either.On the contrary, no matter when she formed a team to complete the practical homework in the classroom, or when she visited the student chess club in the first grade, people always welcomed her and treated her thoughtfully and considerately.Everyone seemed eager to prove to her that they knew she was different from the other Slytherins, and even that only made her more desirable.Harry was touched and pleased, but the problem was, she hated being grateful, didn't like having a thankful smile on her face all the time.

She wasn't the only one who felt out of place in her house in the past, during which time Hermione Granger of Gryffindor had been the only person Harry could ever call a friend.The girl is erudite, intelligent, a little defiant, and not very likable.But every night in the most remote corner of the library, chatting with Granger before burying her head in hard work, made her feel that having such a friend was better than nothing.As for the fact that after Granger got along with Longbottom and Ron, it was naturally Harry who became better than nothing. If it weren't for the library being full, Granger would no longer be at the same table with her.

Harry's dissertation on Transfiguration had just begun when she came, crouching under a jumble of reference books.Harry has been having trouble concentrating lately, and often thinks of the words Mr. Weasley pulled her aside at the station and said - a Voldemort follower who killed thirteen people escaped from prison, and everyone in the know is sure Blake was looking for her.Even if nothing happened at school, and there were no signs, Harry had been thinking about it for almost two full months, and began to suspect that he might be going crazy.

"Long time no see."

She was already smiling, but Granger didn't greet her, gave her a disgusted look, sat down, and began to read the European Evaluation of Magical Education in his hand.There was an uncomfortable silence.Harry blinked in bewilderment, almost asking me what did I do to provoke you?He held back the words, and finally decided that instead of staying in the book to be annoying, he might as well go to Hagrid's hut first.Walking and kicking stones all the way, she saw the big black dog again on the way, and Harry called it to come over to see if it would play with her—she saw this dog at the edge of the Forbidden Forest several times throughout October. dog.The black dog kept keeping a wary distance from her, much to Harry's annoyance. "Go away." She grabbed a small stone on the ground and threw it, hitting a nearby tree.The dog stared at Harry for a moment, as if scolding her, then turned away and disappeared into the woods.

"Give."

Hagrid pushed a large pot of tea and a plate full of rock cakes in front of her. "You're welcome," he said vaguely.

Harry picked up a rock cake and bit it carefully with his teeth, but he couldn't bite.Hagrid's baking skills were still that bad.While he was turning to get his teacup, she knocked a large scone off the table leg and stuffed it into her pocket, pretending to be half-eaten.

"God, you eat so fast. Those Muggles must have starved you out over the summer." Hagrid came back to the table, the two normal-sized teacups in his hands as if they were just playing. A miniature toy for home use, "But I see that you have grown taller, much taller than last semester."

"I didn't disturb your lesson preparation."

"Of course not, how is that possible?" Hagrid snorted, "No matter how hard I try to prepare lessons, the result will only be a disaster."

"Don't say that, you're a great teacher, just inexperienced." Hagrid's pet dog Fang put his head in her lap as she scratched the hound's ears. "Actually, I have a question to ask you today."

"Please teach me?"

"Hedwig hasn't been very close to me lately. In fact, the last time I was trying to smooth out her ruffled feathers, I got bitten - not the kind that shows affection, more like it's meant to be hard on me Peck out a hole. It's never happened before."

"This is rebellious. This phenomenon is very common in wild animals. Even pets raised from childhood may alienate or even rebel against their owners after reaching a certain stage, which is similar to the rebellious period of teenagers. Don't worry too much, short-term Don't touch her again for a while, but you can try dipping your fingers in water and dripping it on her beak to give her a drink. This is a way of showing closeness and trust, and Hedwig will accept you again slowly." Hagrid said, "Owl They can recognize people, but they are not relatives in nature. They are not domestic cats and dogs, and they don't like being hugged and touched by humans so much."

"If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't know what to do." Harry smiled at him, "Look, Hagrid, you're an absolute expert on animals."

"Forget it, you don't need to comfort me, I know how bad I am." He said in a flat and dead tone, "What good teacher breaks a student's arm in the first class after being hired? "

"You didn't break Malfoy's arm yourself! Besides, he did it to himself, since you warned us as soon as the class started." She said, "Let's not offend the Hippogriff...if we don't get If you want to return the gift, you have to stay away from it quickly, or you will be hurt by its claws—you said all these things, but he didn’t listen to it himself.”

"There's at least one other student who's been paying attention in my class. Thank you, Harry. Neville and the others came to visit me yesterday, and you're all very nice kids... but you really don't have to say such nice things, I know People love my classes. I keep making you learn how to take care of Flobberworms, they are little troublemakers that need a lot of care. I must have made the class too difficult."

No, Hagrid.The problem wasn't the difficulty, but the slimy subjects themselves—Flobberworms aren't troublemakers, they're monsters.

Harry suddenly realized that maybe the giant's fanatical love for beasts and insects really made it difficult for him to become a popular professor, but she still said to him: "There are too many teachers who turn a blind eye to their shortcomings in teaching, and still don't care about them." Consider yourself worthy of the respect of your students. It takes courage to admit your inadequacies like you do." Hagrid didn't buy it, he looked so frustrated that Harry had to add, "On the bright side, you didn't have any problems because of this." Students will understand as long as they show progress by the end of the term."

"Yeah, Headmaster Dumbledore vouched for me with those trustees, so I kept my job as a professor, but Buckbeak wasn't so lucky." He muttered feebly, "Lucius Marr Foo sued Buckbeak to the Committee on the Disposal of Hazardous Creatures. I don't know what the committee intends to do with him, but I'm afraid a hearing is inevitable..."

Before Harry could figure out what else to say, Hagrid suddenly cleared his throat and said loudly, "At least there's another new professor who pleases everyone, though, right?" His eyes didn't change at all, but the corners of his mouth It tilted up, as if being pulled upward by a puppet string. "Lupine was an excellent student when he was in school, and he was very popular among his classmates." Hagrid said with a dry smile. "Of course, he is not as good as his friend James Potter."

He is dad's friend? "Professor Lupine never mentioned knowing my father."

"Of course he wouldn't say that in front of everyone. The professor shouldn't let others think that any student can get special treatment."

If only Professor Snape could abide by this rule.Head Slytherin even praised Malfoy's slug for not smearing the slime all over the desk, but when it came time to grade Granger's flawless potion, he seemed to be taken by surprise. It seemed poisonously dumb, and the only move that could be called a reaction was a brief snort with that annoying hooked nose.Everyone could hear his subtext, and what Snape was trying to say was: "What a disappointment. I'd rather see you blow up the cauldron so I can give Gryffindor a reason to That’s a lot of points.”

Whether Lupine gave herself preferential treatment to Harry did not know, but she was sure that the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor gave her special treatment-in the first class after school, he was practicing how to repel boggarts. It was her turn in the line, but Lupine abruptly announced the end of the class and set about homework.He had purposely kept her from dealing with the Boggart, but why?Harry couldn't figure it out.

"Sometimes when I look at you, I can't help but think of the days when they were studying at Hogwarts. You and Lily look exactly the same, but you have your father's eyes... I like her, she is a special Lovely girl - I've got to admit I haven't met anyone who didn't like her. And James, always poking around, was the most troublesome guy ever, doing all kinds of voluntary work, But no professor really hates him." In his voice, Harry could hear the memories still bringing a lot of joy, "You don't believe the professor would look good on such a troublemaker, do you? Go ask Lupine , he will tell you that I am telling the truth! The professors all like James from the bottom of their hearts, even those who always teach him harshly in class. Lupine was a good buddy in the same college as him back then, and knows better than me More detail. Yes, he and your father once belonged to the same clique, so inseparable. Of course, even so, it's still not as good as James and—"

As if someone had suddenly turned the switch on the radio, Hagrid's words came to an abrupt end.After a moment of silence that made Harry wonder, he grabbed the handle of the copper kettle and stood up, knocking over the chair behind him with such speed, but Hagrid didn't care, turned around and walked straight to the brazier. "The tea is cold—it's cold, I'll boil some water."

Harry pushed Fangs back and got up after him, walking over to pat him on the arm as a token of thanks. "No, Hagrid, I've had a lot of tea and I've—" She was surprised to see that Hagrid was in tears. "... Hagrid?" Harry asked hesitantly in a low voice, "Are you all right?"

He tried to hide it - when Hagrid put down the kettle he was carrying, his shaggy face turned almost into his armpit, as if doing so would help lift his hand to the point where the kettle could be swung back on the shelf. He was tall, but it couldn't cover his black beetle-like eyes.Those eyes gleamed now in the firelight and filled with tears.Hagrid seemed to notice too, and he simply dropped his arms and let himself whimper and cry.Now she had no idea at all and could only watch quietly from the sidelines.Even his tears were bigger than ordinary people, like beans hitting the floor.

After a while, his sobbing gradually died down.

"...I'm glad you came to cheer me up, Harry. I wish you a very successful school year too." Hagrid gave her the most unconvincing smile Harry had ever seen in his life. There was a strange sadness in the smile, "Go back. Don't forget your scarf, Harry, it's cold in the autumn night." He wiped his face carelessly, sniffed hard, and then urged her, "Hurry back Go to the dormitory, it will be warmer there. It's getting late, it's getting late, it's getting late..." He murmured these words repeatedly in a low voice, but in fact the sun had just set.

The author has something to say:

There is an interesting detail in the original book. Sirius didn't trust or be close to Harry from the very beginning.When Harry killed his father and enemy, he didn't hold back at all, beating Harry and choking his neck.I don't think Sirius is a person who trusts Harry just because he is James' son. On the contrary, he is actually very vigilant, which is also in line with his growing experience of being at odds with his supposedly trusted relatives.

It is the first original text to describe Hermione as being defiant. She was initially excluded by her classmates because she was too condescending.Not only Hermione, but many characters in Rowling's works are not pleasing when they first appear, and gradually grow and change in the following pages. This is the essence of bildungsroman, and this article is also like this. The protagonist is inferior and sensitive, and sometimes a bit smelly fart kid.When describing other characters, I have the consciousness of restoring the original, except for the protagonist, who cannot be regarded as the female version of the original Harry, because the characters are all original.I think that environmental experience affects people's personality, but not all of them. Some things are predisposed from birth. Of course, they are just tendencies, not qualitative.You can see that she and Harry are brothers and sisters who grew up in the same environment. Although they grew up under the same roof, it is basically normal for brothers and sisters to have completely different personalities.