[HP] Harry and the Platypus go to Gringotts

"Well." The dean carefully examined the parental permission form, "So, you think I can't see that it's signed by you?"

"It was signed by my uncle."

"Don't lie to me, Potter, and don't try to hide from my eyes. There are many spells that can tell the authenticity of handwriting. One month's labor service." To strengthen his tone, he shook the permission form in his hand to the ground, " Professor Sprout would be delighted to have you assist her with her transplant in the fall."

"Okay, but you're not as good-eyed as you say, Professor." Harry glanced at the parchment on the ground and didn't pick it up, as if he was glad he didn't have to put on a show. "It was signed by Zabini." .”

"Mr. Zabini, I have warned you not to hang out with certain people. It seems that you have not listened to it. Please submit the self-criticism to my office before Wednesday." Before Blaise tried to say anything, Professor Snape Leaving the final judgment and walking away.

"Do you have to betray me?" In any case, he had to protest at least formally.

"Anyway, it's impossible for him to punish you severely. How about I write the review for you?" She held him flatteringly, "Although it failed, thank you."

Blaise simply didn't know what to do with his hands, and even the prepared "You're welcome" disappeared on the tip of his tongue, because he found it a little too self-righteous, or at least too polite and formal .

"...I'm leaving, what are you going to do? On the bright side, at least you can still attend the Halloween banquet tonight."

"What else can I do? Read books, do homework, and wait for you to bring me a gift back."

It wasn't until he walked into Honeydukes that Blaise suddenly realized that he always overestimated the qualities of his friends.He dragged the girl with the two braids of her hair half-hidden by a Hufflepuff scarf behind a row of shelves in the corner. "That's what you're going for, Transfiguration? You've got me all over the place, Potter. How the hell did you get out of school?"

"Hold on, Blaise, you're scaring Pepper and Jelly Slug. I'm from Panwa." Her hair was blond and she had freckles on her face, but there was no question that this The face was none other than Harriet Potter. "No one will recognize me but you."

"One of your eyelashes is still red," Blaise said.

"Really?" She said and touched it with her hand, "I thought I practiced body transformation well." However, as if deliberately contradicting her, two more people squeezed into the narrow aisle. "I wondered if it was you," Granger said, and Weasley followed her with a dazed expression, as if he didn't understand why he was here. "You shouldn't have done this," she said to Harry. Rushing forward, pointing her index finger at the badger on her chest badge, "This is against school rules!"

"Come on," Blaise said, "it's a violation of discipline when you wear another house's clothes."

"There is also human body deformation - don't you know that this is very dangerous, you should not try it before the teacher's guidance in the sixth grade, you may leave sequelae, and various accidents may occur!" She is still saying, "Listen, Potter—"

While Granger was preaching, Harry stood there as if sleepy, his face downcast with a forgiving smile, as if to say that if it made the model student happy, then so be it.She waited until Granger stopped to catch her breath before she said, "If you meddle in your own business, you won't be reduced to sitting next to me in the rune study class."

Both boys thought this would irritate Granger, but she looked so calm. "Follow me." Then she dragged Harry away.

"Uh," Weasley scratched his hair and asked hesitantly for his opinion, "Should we catch up?"

"Don't let the girls fight," Blaise said, as his mother taught him. "They can figure things out on their own." Let's hope that's true.

The strength of this girl is astonishing.Harry tried several times to break away from Granger, but she didn't succeed, and she didn't dare to struggle so hard that people in the street would look at her. "What the hell are you doing?" Granger pulled her to a deserted place next to a dilapidated abandoned house.Harry had heard people say it was a haunted house. "Don't you think your sense of superiority is a little misplaced? I don't need your discipline." She pulled her arm out of Granger's grasp.

"I didn't show anything, and I didn't feel that I have any advantages. I just think that you have allowed yourself to develop in a bad direction recently, that's all."

Harry was a little annoyed at the word "letting go", but didn't think much of it at the moment. "It's none of your business what I do."

"I'm a bit disappointed, Potter. I thought you'd be different from them. But you treated Ginny that way on holiday—you knew she liked you."

"Did she confide in you? Oh, I'm not ignorant of Ginny's feelings, but she likes the girl who lived, not Harry from Slytherin. Heroes meet, I thought you knew this better than anyone else, after being disillusioned with Lockhart's idiot... the fact is always like this, your idol can be unexpectedly approachable and downright boring."

Granger was not stirred by her words. "Why do you have to make yourself like this to come to Hogsmeade? I read that modern history books say that you were adopted by Muggles. Even if they reject magic, they will be willing to sign for you if they explain why."

Why does this girl insist on letting herself go? "—Because I'll never be their kid. I hate them, I hate them!" She immediately realized that she was out of control, but felt that it would be good to just let it go, as Granger said.The girl didn't expect to get such an answer, and her expression at the moment seemed to Harry to be terribly amused. "You really care about me, don't you? Well, well... I'll just satisfy your curiosity. I was adopted by my mother's sister and her husband. They have one and My son at the same age. These three are my only living relatives, and there have been... some conflicts between me and them."

"Strictly speaking, I have not been subjected to serious physical violence. Cousin and his friends love to tease me, which is little more than shoving among children, nothing more serious than a nosebleed and a little bruise But I still feel pain. Because when my cousin got everything, I always huddled around like a mouse and ate the leftovers-11% of the housework in the family was contracted by me, but my uncle and aunt were right. His only request is to take a bath every three days; before I was [-] years old, I slept in the cupboard under the stairs, and my cousin had two bedrooms, one for sleeping and one for his tired toys; Plenty of pictures of a boy with a big head riding his first bike, riding a carousel at a festival fair, playing computer games with his father, being hugged and kissed by his mother. And me? Never a redhead in a picture , skinny girl. Except for a dark corner of the house crawling with spiders, there is no indication that there is another child living in this house."

On weekends when the weather was fine, the Dursleys would often take their son out all day and leave Harry with Mrs. Figg, an old woman who lived two streets away.Harry minded at first: she didn't like the fact that Mrs. Figg's house smelled like cabbage, couldn't eat what she cooked, and was always worrying about the whole day, imagining that the Dursleys were in a terrible car accident, And then really no one wanted to take her in anymore - at that time Harry still believed that his parents had died in a traffic accident.If Aunt Petunia came an hour or two late for her, she'd cry like a kid.

"Sounds terrible." Granger was sympathetic and surprised, her eyes seemed to ask Harry, do such bad foster parents really exist in the world? "But you must have met kind-hearted people. I believe many people will be willing to help you."

"Yes, you guessed it right. After observing that I always came to class in boys' clothes that were not the right size, my homeroom teacher specially gave lectures on family education in the class and made it mandatory for all students' guardians to wear Come to participate; the math teacher likes me, every semester at the parent meeting, he will keep my uncle and aunt down, and spend a few minutes praising to them that I am a smart, well-behaved child who listens carefully in class, and reminds them euphemistically Treat me well, because I have a much higher chance of being admitted to a university in the future than my cousin, and I can take on the responsibility of supporting them after they retire; because my music teacher personally recommended me, I was appointed in the school drama performance Playing the role of the heroine may be because she likes my image, or because she pities me... It is not difficult to find that these teachers are very good people, but in the end, good people only get the ridicule of others and their own sigh."

She still remembers that play, they performed the story of Cinderella.When she changed from the maid's clothes to a beautiful dress and transformed into a noble and mysterious lady at the ball, even Dudley's good friend who played the role of the prince could only look at her in fascination and admiration.As soon as he put on this dress, Harry was suddenly enveloped by a strange dignity, and the expressions on people's faces were as new as this dress-in fact, the princess dress was made of cheap cotton, a Halloween costume in a hypermarket, and felt The touch of the dress is rough, and the veil on the skirt was even cut by a member of the props team from the curtains at home and glued on.It doesn't matter, it is beautiful and luxurious enough for a group of elementary school students who have never seen the outside world.The story comes to an end, and the ending scene is that Cinderella and the prince kissed each other's cheeks at the wedding and lived happily ever after.The prince's actor moved closer to Harry, blushing almost to the point of bleeding, seeing only her in his eyes.However, the next day, he still threw her schoolbag into the muddy pond with Dudley and watched her crawl in to pick it up.

New clothes bring new changes, and new identities bring new attitudes.But when the curtain falls on the stage, the audience will have had enough, the costumes will be crumpled and thrown into a dusty warehouse, and then it's really over.Nevertheless, that short period of time was indeed full of magic. Harry was obsessed with that feeling like he was obsessed with breathing. She knew that she had to create another form of stage and costumes in order to reappear in front of people. shine.

"When I found out that I was actually a witch and that I was going to a magic school soon, I was so happy that I couldn't sleep for several days at a time-not because I would soon learn about spells and magical animals, but I only thought about it. One thing came to mind: being able to leave home at last. I couldn't wait to set off and discover a life that had only existed in dreams before, a life of freedom that I had never imagined, a life without cousins ​​and uncles and aunts. But on the day of admission, I made a huge mistake."

Granger understood quickly. "You mean the branch?" Perhaps she had also experienced a similar choice.

Harry shrugged noncommittally.

"The Sorting Hat thinks I have courage, likes to break the rules, and meets Gryffindor standards, but it tells me that in Slytherin I can become a great weapon, and Slytherin can help me to achieve greatness. As you can imagine, of course I It was an immediate choice. I kept telling myself a long time ago that this is a really bad time, it’s okay, I can be patient, I can live with it. I’m going to make everything beautiful so that even My adoptive parents are unwilling to support my studies, I can also apply for scholarships or student loans, I want to go to the best university in the UK, and then become one of the high tax payers before the age of 30. You can't be knocked down , I always say this to myself, you have to laugh the last and laugh the best, one day, one day your moment will come. So I stretched out my hand to grab the key to glory and became a Slytherin." She couldn't help showing a wry smile, "Obviously, the Sorting Hat doesn't know everything, and everyone should do their homework before coming to school, such as reading "The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts" or "The Rise and Fall of the Twentieth Century" "Important Magical Event" or something."

For a split second Granger looked like he was about to cry. "If you go to Gryffindor House, we will definitely be good friends."

"I think so too." She likes this soft-hearted girl. "It's a pity I didn't wear the gold and red badge, right? I chose the wrong answer, but I don't regret it. People who regret can't move forward. Don't Waste your time on me. You also said that I am a bad guy, and I have no intention of correcting myself, but you must not change, you just continue to be your housekeeper, no matter where there is always need People like this exist, otherwise the world would be in chaos... let's call it a day, Granger, goodbye, I'll be back in the castle soon."

"You're not bad." Harry turned and walked away, hearing Granger's voice whispering behind him.She almost thought it was an illusion.She turned sideways, and the girl remained where she was.Granger said loudly across the deserted path: "You are much better than Malfoy and the others!"

"Aren't you talking nonsense?" Harry put his hands to his mouth, "After all—Malfoy stinks!"

"Malfoy stinks!" she followed Harry's lead, yelling with her hands on her lips like a trumpet.Harry waved at her and walked in the direction of Hogwarts.It wasn't until she reached the middle of the road that she realized that she had a smile on her face.This unprecedented feeling is novel, but not annoying.

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