[HP] Harry and the Platypus go to Gringotts

Harry's Quidditch ambitions would not come true, and looking back, the omens had appeared the morning before the varsity tryouts.It was a pleasant day, not cold at all, with a slight breeze.Most people only have one or two scheduled classes a day, and the Black Lake is full of couples, all of whom come out to enjoy the rare sunny day in Scotland.The third graders of Gryffindor and Slytherin missed this beautiful morning, and they were trapped in Professor Snape's underground potions class in the first class.Today's task is to make a shrinking potion, and the lucky one who is alone in charge of teaming up with Harry is Neville Longbottom.

Longbottom was a round-faced boy who was always teased by his peers, but he still had a naive and trusting expression. He hadn't grown in this aspect.The goal of the boy's school life seemed to be to strive for an inexpressible quality, to be "like your father's son," in his grandmother's words.He carried a scratch pad with him to compensate for his forgetfulness, and received tutoring from Granger every weekend.Longbottom made a lot of efforts like this, but his eyes were still blank, and he never learned to correct his clumsiness.This made him always look indecisive and easily startled.After discussing it, they decided to hand over the troublesome work to Harry, while Longbottom was responsible for adding ingredients to the cauldron in the order written in the textbook.Logically speaking, the potion should be a bright green color, but in the end it turned into——

"Orange, Longbottom," Snape said, ladling some up and letting the liquid slowly pour back into the cauldron, so that everyone in the room could see, "Orange. Tell me, boy, what can wear What about that elm head of yours? Didn't you hear me say that all you need is a rat's spleen? Didn't I make it clear that a little leech juice would suffice? Do you understand, Longbottom?" Longbottom blushed and trembled.

"I think," said Harry, "I think we'll try to get it right before the end of get out of class, Professor."

"Is that so, Potter? Then at the end of this lesson, I'll give a few drops of this potion to the toads in Longbottom and see what happens. Maybe that will inspire you to make it work." She really wanted to splash the boiling potion on the dean's sneering face.

Snape walked away, leaving Longbottom almost out of breath. "Help us!" He was about to cry, but Malfoy, who had a broken arm, was being treated by Snape's orders by his two friends, and Malfoy stood aside and stared at them.

"Hey, have you heard," Seamus Finnigan said to his partner from behind, "the Daily Prophet this morning—someone saw Sirius Black the other day."

"Where is it?" Harry turned sharply.At the other end of the table, Malfoy raised his eyes too, listening carefully.

"It's not too far from here." Finnigan didn't know why he was very excited. "A Muggle saw it. Of course, the Muggle didn't know what was going on. They all thought he was just an ordinary fugitive, no So? So the Muggle called the hotline. By the time the Ministry of Magic got there, he was gone."

Harry's heart skipped a beat, but Malfoy suddenly showed a special interest in her at this moment, staring at her intently. "Do you want to catch Black alone, Potter?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about." When she spoke, her voice was so calm and exaggerated that it seemed a bit artificial, "What do you mean?"

"If it were me," said Malfoy cheerfully, "I would have done something. I wouldn't have stayed at school and been a good boy, I would have gone out and found him. Maybe you wouldn't You risk your life, you just want the dementors to deal with him, don't you? If it were me, I would definitely take revenge, and I would hunt him down myself." After saying this, he turned around and made it clear Just ignore her.

revenge?Now Harry didn't even have the time to think about how to save the obviously poisonous potion. Potions were not her best subject in the first place.She stayed aside alone without saying a word, watching Longbottom sweating profusely stirring the potion, feeling very confused.Until a ball of paper was thrown to his feet, Harry turned his head to see Granger absorbed in cutting her daisy roots.Pretending to tie his shoelaces, Harry bent down and picked up the cheat sheet given by Miss Know-it-All. "Hey," she poked her partner on the shoulder, "let me do it."

The shrinking potion was working normally on the pet toad, much to Snape's disappointment.After he announced that get out of class was over, Harry went upstairs to the hall alone, still thinking about what Malfoy had said, but soon something else caught her attention. "What's going on?" She asked a blonde girl in the same dormitory. Among Harry's roommates, Daphne was a little better at communicating than Pansy. "Why do you all go outside the castle?"

"Why should I tell you." Daphne said reluctantly when Harry held her tightly, "The school trials have been brought forward to this afternoon."

"Aren't trials all on weekends?"

"The weather is fine now, and it will rain heavily this Saturday. Gryffindor can't wait to be selected today, but Flint has a note signed by the dean," Flint is the captain of the Slytherin team. Requisitioned."

"Thanks." Harry let go of his hand and patted Daphne on the shoulder. "Looks like I have to hurry up." She hadn't gotten the Nimbus 2000 from Blaise yet.

"It's useless if you catch up."

Daphne shook off Harry and walked away rubbing her pinched wrist.It wasn't until the trials were over that Harry realized the deep meaning of her words.

"Did you get drunk with milk this morning, Potter? We don't need girls on our team." When she asked Flint why he didn't have his own goals on the scoreboard, Flint lol laughing out loud. "The place for a girl is not the pitch, it's the arms of her boyfriend - if you go back to your dorm now and play with your dolls, we might consider finding one for you when we win this year's Quidditch trophy, so that You sleep with your arms around each other at night."

Malfoy made a strange booing sound from the side.Harry didn't bother to pay attention to him at all, gritted his teeth and smiled at the ugly boy with big dies who looked like he had some troll blood. "You're so kind to me, Flint. When I'm too old to walk, I might introduce you to a beautiful girl with gold dentures among my roommates in the nursing home." She turned around under Flint's glare. Walking away, I suddenly turned around as if thinking of something, "Wait, will they let people who are in their 90s and still stay in Hogwarts to take the advanced exam certificate for wizards to live in nursing homes? I heard from the dean last week Warns you in the hallway and says if your grades keep going like this, you're 100% not going to graduate on time."

While she could immediately think of something to taunt the Slytherin captain, she couldn't make up something clever to persuade herself to forget about the humiliation.She couldn't feel anything except the heel slamming on the ground with each step, the air being sucked in and out with trembling lips, the blood boiling with anger and grievance.When Harry came back to his senses, his feet had brought her to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.As the repeated deep breaths made the ringing sensation of the eardrums gradually recede, she realized that someone had followed her all the way here.

"Potter - Potter! . . . Harry! Didn't you hear me calling you?"

"I want you to go away, Blaise, okay?"

He didn't do it, and he didn't know if he was trying to embarrass her on purpose. "But my Nimbus 2000 is still with you."

"Here you go." She nearly slammed the broomstick on Blaise. "Now get out."

"Can't we just talk as friends? I know you're upset, but—"

"But what?!" Harry turned around sharply, facing Blaise, the only person in the academy who looked her in the eye, "I fly better than the other candidates and score the most goals, but you hear Well, Flint says they don't want girls on their team—no girls! The other three academies have girls."

"It's not that they think you're missing a dick, but your name. The child who defeated the mysterious man... Don't you understand the meaning of this?" Compared with her, Blaise was calm, and he said Explain it to Harry, "Many of the Slytherin students had parents, or their parents' siblings, who worked for You-Know-Who. After you stopped You-Know-Who - I mean , after his power fell because of this, these people were either imprisoned in Azkaban Prison and lived a life of eternal life, or in order to avoid falling in love with the dementors, they desperately cobbled together a large sum of gold to send To the important members of the Wizengamot, he was able to insist that he was controlled by the Imperius Curse so as to escape punishment. It is a pity that not everyone has the huge wealth of the Malfoy family, and many families collapsed because of this Lost."

"So these scumbags can't continue to do evil and blame me? Is it my fault that they can't shit like Malfoy and pull out gold?! The girl who lived! It's so ridiculous, as if anyone really I care about the same." She let out a short and piercing laugh, walked to a tree, and kicked it hard. "Kids who beat You-Know-Who, these idiots believe the ridiculous story that a powerless one-year-old defeated the most notorious and powerful Dark Wizard of the year in a duel! Everyone just said that Convince yourself that the crisis is over - that You-Know-Who's dark age is over and that you don't have to live in fear anymore! Well, girl who lived... yes, I did survive that murder , this statement is much more accurate, much more reasonable than the other... But so what? Who the hell cares?" Harry's eyes scanned around, searching for something else to kick, Or let her raise her fist to smash and smash, but she didn't do it in the end, but fell silent.When she spoke again, her voice was so soft that it was almost a whisper: "...not me.

"What did you say?" Blaise took a step closer to her in a daze, his footsteps were a little timid, because he was afraid that Harry would suddenly attack and slap himself hard like she slapped Draco, "I didn't hear clearly—"

Harry cried.

Even if Pansy is sitting on the back of the Hungarian Horntail and hovering over his head for a week, commanding the mount to spew out dragon flames to burn the Forbidden Forest, and holding Godric Gryffindor's goblin sword in his hand, he declares to everyone Blaise couldn't have been more surprised that shaving Draco's head punished him for the sin of treating him coldly.Even in his second year, when everyone regarded him as the heir to Slytherin who had opened the Chamber of Secrets and petrified his classmate, he had never seen the girl shed a tear.Mother said that when a lady sheds tears in front of her, a gentleman should come forward to comfort her gently and politely, but...but she is Harry, that Harriet Potter!

All Blaise could do was lean in one more awkward step, tentatively reaching for her arm.He had only touched her for an instant before Harry jumped up as if he had been whipped. "Get your hands off!" she snarled, turning her shoulders to shake off his hands. "Don't touch me."

For the next few minutes, Blaise felt as if something was clogging her throat.Harry brought his right fist to his mouth.Unfortunately, no matter how hard she bit the piece of flesh on the back of her hand near the phalanx, she still couldn't stop sobbing from time to time.Fortunately, in the end, she reluctantly accepted it.Harry turned back to him, and she tried to keep her voice from trembling too much as she spoke, her eyes were as red as rabbit eyes, and the look on her face was the weakness of injury.

"The truth 12 years ago was that the person who defeated You-Know-Who actually..."

The girl looked so pitiful, so pitiful that Bryce couldn't bear to watch it any longer. He just wanted to forget his original intention of chasing her here and run away from her.But his feet seemed to have a claim of their own, getting stuck in the grass below, and Blaise just stood there and listened to her.

Harry was still thinking, organizing his words carefully so that he could express his meaning accurately.When she finally started talking, she looked like a very young girl who still plays with rubber ducks in the bath.It made Blaise ashamed of what he had assumed: he had always thought of Harry as the most mature man of his age he had ever known.

"I didn't do that," she said. "My mom was the one who beat You-Know-Who."

"I never told anyone about it. In my first year, I passed out in the dungeon, and I don't remember how I survived. I really thought I was going to die, but when I woke up, I found Poor Professor Quirrell has been reduced to ashes, and you can imagine how surprised I was at the time. Dumbledore told me that because I was loved deeply, although the person who loved me-my mother-had Dead, her fierce love for me still left a talisman under my skin."

Blaise looked her up and down, trying to see the slightest bit of spell on Harry's skin.He looked for a long time, but found nothing except the lightning-shaped scar.

"Dumbledore said that if a villain driven by greed touches a person with such a beautiful mark on his body, he will feel unbearable pain. For this reason, Quirrell, who wanted to harm me, was burned to death by magic. ...before, all I knew was that my mother died trying to save me, but now...do you remember when the dementors searched for the train and I passed out? That's when I heard it, I heard it with my own ears the night they died Everything that happened - the dementors brought back painful memories, Blaise, that was not my fantasy, it happened. The first one to be killed was my dad, he asked my mom to take I ran away. He said he came to stop Voldemort, and then he died."

I should have trembled at the name.Oddly enough, Blaise didn't pay any attention to the way the girl referred to You-Know-Who by name.

"Then Voldemort stopped my mother. You know, there was a very interesting thing that happened at that time, which I still don't understand - when facing my Muggle-born mother, he didn't look like the innocent man who killed me. The blood father was so straightforward. Voldemort repeatedly urged my mother to get out of his way and not get in his way-why he must kill me, which I still don't understand-my mother cried and begged him for mercy , she told him to come at her, kill her, and leave me alone. It wasn't until Voldemort finally couldn't stand her cries that he killed my mother."

"Do you know what that means? She could have survived if she had listened to Voldemort and handed me over! Actually both of them could have survived, but Van left me and ran away in the first place. The couple were only 21 years old, still so young, with a lot of youth to squander. They could have given me up and had another child - but my dull, stubborn, brave parents chose to keep their nobility, so they died , only for their one-year-old little daughter whom they love so much... Tell me, isn't this a complete loss-making business? Two promising young people just died like this, To protect a lump of meat that only sucks, cries and sleeps!"

Why did she have to be the one who survived?Harry never understood the question.

"Your parents," the boy said cautiously, "they were heroes." As far as Harry knew, Blaise's family had no Death Eaters, so he said it with ease.

"Only a fool becomes a hero. So what if he is praised by others after being buried in the earth? But he is dead, dead, dead." It was as if a knife cut her head throbbing, dead, dead, dead . "What's the difference between a dead man and a dead man? Great men are nothing more than cold corpses in the end. Even if they weren't killed by Voldemort, the fact that they died to stop terrorists from blowing up Disneyland wouldn't make the difference. Nothing fucking changed."

Harry bent down and buried his face in his hands, as if the grief hadn't been enough, to contort his face one last time, shake his shoulders one last time.

"How I wish they would come back to me."

But she suddenly realized the lie behind this sentence in her heart, so she stopped crying.These tears, as they always were, were shed entirely because of her selfishness--not for mourning for dead hero parents, but for poor lonely Harriet, whom no one cared about, who understood her, and who I don't understand anything.

The author has something to say:

There are some magic changes on the timeline.Some of the dialogue and descriptions are from the original work, which is free anyway, so I won’t mention it later.

Do you really not want to give me some comments? (Poor .gif) Another parent-generation finished article is also being revised at the same time, I am so hardworking.