[HP] How to properly feed the savior

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Book Title: [HP] How to Feed the Savior Properly

Author: Koala who failed to get up

"Harry! There is a three-headed dog on the opposite side, don't rush over!"

"Harry! That's a troll... what's your wand doing?!"

"Harry! There's a basilisk over there, why did you jump off..."

"Harry!..."

In short, this is a story of a retired savior following the current savior for rescue and disaster relief.

※Kind tips※

This article is not the direction of the original work, and the original work is declined for excessive textual research. It contains two assumptions. If you don’t like it, don’t enter it.

It is a mixed fan of HPXoverEnder'Game, the main character travels through the real body, and comes with a cheat

The rhythm is slow, but JQ must be enough!The ending guarantees HE!1v1 guaranteed!

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☆、Sorcerer's Stone 1

When he woke up, the first thing he wanted to do was to remove the needle stuck in his right arm.The arm was heavy, and it took a little effort to lift it up, perhaps because his body had become weak from the long period of unconsciousness.But he couldn't find the needle, and there was only a small needle hole, which still hurt.He poked it, and there seemed to be some swelling near the pinhole.

He took a deep breath. There was a musty smell in the air, and the humidity was heavy, as if it had been raining for several days.No, it doesn't rain on Eros, the spindle-shaped planet is as dry as a Gobi.He opened his eyes, and the flat ceiling was painted rough gray, and he could even see the traces of the paths made by the craftsmen when they painted the walls.This is where?He remembered lying in his room before he passed out, the ceiling was so low that he wondered if in a few years he would have to walk stooped so as not to bump his head, there were corrugated bumps everywhere, layer upon layer , the light-transmitting hole is hidden therein.He is familiar with those lines, as familiar with his own fingerprints.

He raised himself up with difficulty, and before he could sit up straight, he was pulled back to the bed by gravity.Gravity, he felt carefully, the gravity here is twice that of Eros, just like the earth.

Earth?He sat up suddenly.Yes, this is Earth.

What came into view was a simple room, with bunk and bunk steel-frame beds spread out in rows against the wall.They all looked shorter than normal, and only small children would sleep in such beds.All the pillows and quilts were neatly folded, but the dark yellow water marks and loose threads on them showed that these things had been aged for some time.He lowered his head, he was wearing a lake-green short-sleeved shirt, and on the left breast pocket was a small metal plate, engraved with a line of small words, Santa Ana Orphanage, and his name: Ender Wiggin .

"Ender?" said his name in an elderly female voice he'd never heard before. "Oh, you're here. Come out, there's a lady who wants to see you."

He jumped off the bed holding onto the railing, the gravity of the earth made his ankles ache a little, but he didn't have time to care about that.Confusion and incomprehension popped up in his mind one after another: When was he sent back to Earth?How long has it been since the war?What happened on earth?Why is he in an orphanage?

"Ma'am, can you tell me what day it is today?" He walked to the woman in the apron and asked with the gentlest smile he could, "Sorry, I fell asleep."

"July 7." The other party looked very kind. "Come on, follow me."

To be honest, he doesn't remember the date on Earth at all, he only remembers that the last time he left Earth was when the end of summer was approaching autumn.How long has it been since then?He never calculated, and had no time to calculate.

Along the way, he looked at the facilities of the orphanage. It looked strange here, and incandescent light bulbs were still used. If he remembered correctly, this kind of high-energy light bulb was eliminated as early as 2014.

"What about the year?" He quickened his pace and kept up with the woman walking in front, "Can you tell me?"

"1991." The other party looked at him suspiciously, "Don't you even remember this?"

"I'm sorry, I don't usually care about these things." He lowered his head and muttered softly, but his heart was full of turmoil. year 1991?How could he go back to such a distant past?And in 1991, during the first invasion, it looked very peaceful here, not at all like it was in war.

"Oh? Then why do you think about it today and care?"

"I'm just trying to figure out how old I am, and I think I'm nearing middle school age." He made up a random excuse.

"You are 11 and a half years old, and you have forgotten your birthday at the beginning of the year?" The other party stopped and lowered his voice suddenly, "Don't mention anything about going to middle school in front of that lady. You are a good boy , Ender, but you've been here for almost six years, and I really hope that kind lady will be willing to adopt you. So, don't ask for anything, okay?"

He nodded obediently.The other party smiled with satisfaction and continued to lead the way.

Something must be wrong, he wasn't in an orphanage when he was five and a half.But it was startling enough to go back in time, and he believed that nothing could have surprised him more.

It didn't take long for him to discover how wrong he was.

Standing in the hall waiting for them was a woman in an elegant dark green coat. Considering the current temperature, such a dress was really weird.The other party looked serious, his lips were tightly pursed, without showing a trace of emotion, and his cautious observation eyes projected on him from behind the lens.He wanted to act like a normal child, innocent, optimistic, eager to be adopted, full of hope for the people in front of him, but he racked his brains and couldn't think of what a normal child should be like.

"Ms. McGonagall, this is the child you are looking for." The woman leading the way squeezed out a stiff smile, "Ender, say hello to Ms. McGonagall."

"Good day, dear lady." He saluted.

"Hello." The other party took off the leather gloves of invisible material, and stretched out his hand towards him, "You can call me Professor McGonagall. I come from Hogwarts school, and I'm here to invite you to our school Go to school, if you like."

He took the other's hand and shook it hesitantly.

"School?" The woman leading the way raised her voice, "But..."

"Please look at this." Mag took out a roll of parchment from his arms and unfolded it in front of the woman.It was empty inside, and nothing was written, but the woman became dazed after only one glance, her eyes glazed over, as if possessed by a demon.

"Oh, yes, this is completely in line with the regulations." The woman raised her head, "Talk slowly, I have other things, so I'm leaving first."

And so she went.

"Hogwarts is a school of magic that specializes in recruiting people with special talents like you." McGonagall handed him a letter, "This is an invitation letter for you."

which school?He really wanted to make sure he heard right.But he was not mistaken, the parchment just now did look like some kind of witchcraft, so the remaining question is: how could he be a wizard?

The letter was written to him, and it was mentioned that he needed to reply before July 7. Since the signature was the Professor McGonagall in front of him, he thought he probably didn't need to reply.

The letter looked like a joke, especially since it was accompanied by a list of things he needed to prepare, like dragonhide gloves, spell books, and wands, all of which were unreal.He thought about how normal people should react in this situation. They wouldn't believe it, but how would they refuse?McGonagall has been looking at him. He was too calm before, especially when he saw the woman being hypnotized by the parchment. He didn't have any expressions of surprise or worry, as if all this was natural.This must have been noticed by the other party. If he pretends to be surprised now, or laughs and says that this is not funny at all, the other party will probably suspect that he is pretending.So he suppressed all his emotions, repacked the letter, and handed it back to Mag, "Unfortunately, I think you may have made a mistake, I am not a wizard."

The corners of the other party's lips moved slightly, as if showing a hint of a smile, "Isn't there something unexplainable happening around you? Especially when you are surprised or scared."

"Never, ma'am." Seeing that the other party refused to accept the letter, he lowered his arm.The only thing so far unexplained is that he's back in 1991, but he doesn't intend to let that know.

"It's rare." McGonagall put away her smile, "But the Hogwarts list is infallible. Your name has been displayed on it since you were born. Although our old and dazzled headmaster doesn't Be careful to miss it, and I didn’t realize my negligence until today.”

In this way, the other party is very convinced.Holding the envelope, he was silent for a while, pretending to be hesitating and thinking, but he was thinking about something else in his heart.It's probably not his universe, they don't have magic there, he doesn't believe in that kind of thing.If there is magic, why does he need to go into battle?It's like a dream here, full of unreal things.He remembered that mind game, after defeating all the enemies, he came to the end of the world, there was no more war, he could do whatever he wanted.

Although he doesn't know what he wants to do.

"Is there a castle there?" he asked tentatively. "At Hogwarts?"

"Yes, Hogwarts has a very large castle, and you'll like it there."

"In that case," he smiled, a sincere smile, "I want to go."

He understood that this was his fairyland, the end of his world.

☆、Sorcerer's Stone 2

"Now I have to take you to Diagon Alley for shopping. It's in London, not far from here, but in order to save time, I will use a faster way." Professor McGonagall put on his gloves again, "Don't worry about money , the school provides special subsidies for students like you, but you have to buy second-hand textbooks and robes. Hold my hand now."

He took the other's hand.

"Hurry up."

For a moment, he felt he was being squashed, but his conscious mind told him it was just an illusion.Then he and Professor McGonagall stood on the crowded street, facing a small dark door.

"What kind of magic is this?" After he opened his mouth, he realized that he sounded weak, and cold sweat dripped from the corner of his forehead.He had rarely encountered such a situation in the past.

"Apparition. You have to wait until you are an adult to learn and use this kind of magic." Professor McGonagall opened the door for him. "This is the Leaky Cauldron. If you want to come to Diagon Alley, you must come here first. I'll tell you how to get back the Muggle way when we get back, so you'll remember better."

"Thank you, Professor." He walked in.

The bar was full of eccentric people, an old woman smoking a long pipe, a man in a top hat, and a young man in a purple turban—waving at them.

"Professor Quirrell." Professor McGonagall nodded towards the other party, "Viking, this is the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts."

"Hello." He greeted briefly, and his intuition told him that the other party didn't want to shake his hand.The man was trembling non-stop, as if he was suffering from some kind of disease, but he could tell that it was a faux pas upon careful observation of the muscles on the other side's body.Quirrell lowered his head and smiled at him, as if to show his friendliness, but Ender could see from his indifferent eyes that the other party was not friendly at all.

He looked away, pretending to be interested in the various people in the bar.

"We have to go to Diagon Alley to buy some things." Professor McGonagall resolved his embarrassment, "See you at school."

They came to the patio behind the bar, where there was only one crooked wall and a trash can.Professor McGonagall drew out his wand and tapped the third brick on top of the trash can, and the whole wall came to life. The bricks turned around and re-formed into two piles, making a way for them.

"Go this way." The other party led the way.

Diagon Alley is an overcrowded commercial street, perhaps especially at this time of year.There were students shopping and their parents accompanying them everywhere. Ender listened carefully to what they were talking about. A witch was complaining about the rising prices. Several girls who walked past were discussing the popular bands in the wizarding world. A group of boys Lying on the glass window of the broom shop, admiring the new "Nimbus 2000", the three near-adult boys debated which Quidditch team was better.Along the way, he observed the prices in the shops and estimated the price level in Diagon Alley in his mind.

They went to buy clothes first.He's too skinny and shorter than his peers to find a good fit in a second-hand store, so he'll have to deal with it with oversized robes.Then they went to the second-hand book market. He carefully selected second-hand textbooks with neat and detailed notes, stacked them up, handed them to the counter, and Professor McGonagall paid for them.

"Give me the list." Professor McGonagall glanced at the stack of books, took the list he handed over, and checked it carefully one by one.Finally she pushed back her glasses and looked at him intently. "What are we missing?"

"A wand, a pewter cauldron, standard No. 2 size, a set of glass phials, a brass balance and a telescope." He recalled the contents of the list, not knowing what went wrong.

"You only read it once." Professor McGonagall took out a pocket watch and looked at it, "and almost four and ten minutes have passed."

"I read more carefully." Is there anything wrong with that?He felt very at a loss. Could it be that normal wizards are more forgetful?

The other party didn't say anything, just folded the list and put it in his pocket.They went to buy other things, the last item being a magic wand.

The space in the wand shop is very small, full of slim cardboard boxes, and there is only one bench for people to rest.When they entered, there was a small bell ringing at the door, and soon Ollivander, the owner of the shop, appeared in front of them.

"Good afternoon." It was a thin old man, staring at him with pale, bright eyes. "A special guest, I have been looking forward to your arrival for a long time."

"Hi." He greeted cautiously.The other party sounded like a ghost, and based on his past experience, nine out of ten he was a bluff, but this was a magical world, so he couldn't tell for sure.

"Ah, Minerva! Minerva McGonagall." Ollivander stepped over him, speaking affectionately to Professor McGonagall, "I remember when you came to my shop to buy wands. Same as yesterday... of fir, nine and a half inches, dragon's heartstrings, very hard, isn't it?"

"Yes, sir." Professor McGonagall's tone sounded much softer, "That's a good wand, it helped me a lot."

He breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that a strong memory was not a rare talent in the wizarding world.

"Well, Mr. Wiking, let me see, which hand is yours?" Ollivander pulled out a silver graduated tape measure.

"Right hand." In fact, his left and right hands are equally good.

"Raise your arms."

The tape measure worked automatically, and Ollivander dug into the ceiling-heavy cardboard boxes, looking for something.After the measuring tape was finished, the other party had already come out holding a lot of wands. "Try this, beech wood and unicorn hair, eleven inches long."

He took it and tried to wave it, but there was no response.

Ollivander snatched the wand back, "For this one, walnut, dragon's heartstring, ten inches."

The result this time was that he produced a soft, warm yellow glow.

"Very interesting." The other party took the wand away unceremoniously again, "apple wood and phoenix feather, twelve inches."

He wasn't sure what Ollivander used to judge whether the wand was right for him, but this time he had a feeling that it was a gentle, even weak wand.As soon as he took hold of the wand, some silvery flashes shot out from the tip of the wand, accompanied by a melodious crisp bird song.

"No, not quite enough. Pine, dragon's heartstrings, eleven and a half inches, I think we're pretty close."

The wand released a puff of mist, with a thick hum.

"Not so much." Ollivander picked among his wands. "Sea oak, phoenix feather, twelve and a half inches."

The wand liked him, he could feel it.There seemed to be a surge of heat rising from his chest, the power ran down his arms to his fingertips, streamers exploded from the tip of his wand, and there were whistles and cheers.He was a little amused.

"Enthusiastic little guy, yes, but it's too impatient." Ollivander also saw the doorway, and nodded with a secret smile, "Poplar, dragon's heartstring, thirteen inches."

They changed a few more wands, and Ollivander seemed to decide that he was only suitable for the dragon's heartstrings, but the wood was constantly changing.He tried ebony, poplar, blackthorn, cherry, and finally yew, and the wand cut his box into four pieces, causing Ollivander to tsk-tsk disapprovingly.

"It seems that you are very popular with them." The other party stopped choosing wands, "But none of them are your favorite?"

"They're all very good." In fact, he didn't particularly feel that each wand had its own character, and the commonality was that they were all eager to express themselves.

"Wait a minute, I have a good idea." Ollivander suddenly turned around and walked into the depths of the store, "Wait a minute, I hid that wand a little deep."

He and Professor McGonagall stood there, looking at each other.

"When I came to buy a wand, I quickly chose it." Professor McGonagall explained, "It turns out that the wand has a very clear goal when choosing a wizard, and it didn't take long for me to show my talent in Transfiguration beyond my peers. "

"Then what kind of talent do these wands mean I have?" He didn't know that the wand had such a test effect, otherwise he would be more careful.

"Judging from the last few wands," the other party hesitated, "it is a talent for the dark arts. Both blackthorn wood and yew wood are famous for being held by dark wizards. Sakura wood is not popular in Europe, Japan wizards prefer it. There are many terrible legends about the cherry wood wand."

He analyzed the performance of the wands, they seemed excited in his hands, the yew one was more restrained, but more proud, and without exception they all displayed a strong aggressiveness.

"Black magic, do you mean magic that is used to harm people?" He was a little afraid that this would leave a bad impression on the other party. Judging from Professor McGonagall's attitude, she obviously didn't appreciate black magic.

The clang sounded behind them, interrupting their conversation, and two wizards walked in. Judging from their stature and appearance, they seemed to be in the same situation as them. "Professor McGonagall! I didn't expect to meet you here." The burly giant who came in later greeted loudly, "Accompany the freshman to buy a wand?"

"Good afternoon, Hagrid." Professor McGonagall nodded, showing a clear smile, "This is Harry, we met once when you were young. I am the Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts, and Head of Gryffindor House. Welcome to my house."

"H-hello." Harry said primly. "It would be a great honor for me to go to your academy."

"Your parents are both from Gryffindor College. I have taught them, and they are all excellent wizards." McGonagall's words seemed to imply that Harry would probably be assigned to that college as well.

"You know them?" Harry looked excited, but then showed a little disappointment.

If Harry's parents were wizards, why didn't they accompany their son to Diagon Alley?He thought, judging from Harry's demeanor, the child might have been separated from his parents for a long time.

Before Mag could answer, Ollivander reappeared in front of them, holding a simple wooden box in his arms. "Oh, Rubeus Hagrid! Nice to meet you! Oak, sixteen inches, eh?"

"Exactly, sir," answered the giant.

"That's a really good wand, but unfortunately it was broken." Ollivander shook his head and sighed, "Did it get broken? When you were fired."

"Yes." Hagrid moved his body with difficulty. There were five people standing in the room, which was already too crowded. "I still have the wand, though."

"But you don't use it?" Ollivander asked hastily.

"No, sir," Hagrid said, clutching the pink umbrella tightly in his hand.

From his point of view, Hagrid was probably still using that wand, which might be dangerous, otherwise Ollivander wouldn't be so nervous.

The author has something to say: recommend a wand test.Because the link is not allowed, the path is a little troublesome.

First search for pottermore, the first address that comes out is usually.Register after entering, then go back to the homepage (click the logo), select Diagon Alley, click the arrow in the air (that is, more stores), and enter Ollivander after jumping, and you can test your wand.

☆、Sorcerer's Stone 3

"Harry Potter!" Ollivander walked up to Harry, stretched out his hand to part the bangs on the top of the other's head, revealing a lightning-shaped scar underneath, "This is a good thing I sold a wand, purple Of fir, thirteen and a half inches, of great strength, but unfortunately in the wrong hands."

He subconsciously glanced at the yew wand he had just used.

"Okay, I'll try the wand on this gentleman first, wait a moment." Ollivander opened the box and took out a wand with a strange shape. Woven from rattan, it retains its fresh verdant color despite being stored in a box for a long time. "Vinewood's, dragon's heartstrings, twelve inches."

"I never knew there were vine wands." Professor McGonagall exclaimed.

"Yes, very rare. Most wandmakers don't know that vines can also be used as a carrier, but according to the druid tradition, anything that is wood can be called a tree, so it can be used to make wands. I would like to Keeping with that ancient tradition, though I'm just as surprised it found a wizard for it."

He picked up the wand carefully for fear of breaking it, but unexpectedly, this wand was very strong, and so was its character.Once in his hand, the wand glowed with a blinding silver light, illuminating the entire store.

"Ah, it's amazing!" Ollivander sighed, "I really want to sell it to you, and I don't know how long it will be until a wizard like you next time. But it is not the most suitable for you of."

He was a little confused.

"Let me think about it, let me think about it..." The other party paced in the little space left, "That's right! Why didn't I think of it? Try this first," Ollivander pulled a box from the shelf, "Rowan, dragon's heartstrings, thirteen and a half inches."

It's a mediocre wand.After trying so many wands, he'd already made up his mind, but it was the same wand he liked.A small spring gushed from its top, and there was a sweet tinkling.

"I knew it liked you, since that's the case..." Ollivander took the wand away from his hand and put it away, and went back to the back of the shelf, "Please wait for me a little longer."

There were four of them left in the shop.The atmosphere was a bit awkward, Harry took the initiative to ask him, "Hi, are you a freshman this year too?"

"Yes, but I'm from the Muggle world." He gave a shy, somewhat timid smile, as a kid new to the wizarding world should have. "I don't think either of my parents A wizard's talent."

"Me too!" Harry looked very excited. He was probably the first student from the Muggle world that he met today. "Just before today, I never even thought that magic really existed!"

"But your parents..." He remembered that Professor McGonagall had mentioned that Harry's parents were also wizards.

"They passed away when I was very young." The other party's mood quickly sank, "I can't even remember what they looked like."

"I'm sorry." That made sense, why Harry was accompanied by Hagrid.

"Where are your parents? Don't they like magic?" Harry quickly regained his energy. "My uncle and aunt don't."

"I don't know. I haven't seen them since I was six." He found that he couldn't find the slightest nostalgia for them when he said this. "I grew up in an orphanage."

"Oh, oh."

The atmosphere once again fell into silent embarrassment.

"By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet." Harry held out his hand to him, "My name is Harry Potter, nice to meet you."

"Ender Wiggin." He shook hands with the other party.

"Harry is a celebrity in our wizarding world." Hagrid offered to introduce, "He defeated the most cruel and notorious dark wizard of our time when he was a baby. You don't know the days when You-Know-Who was in power How dark! Everybody's glad Harry got rid of him, oh, except perhaps the particularly bad ones."

He smiled and listened to Hagrid's enthusiastic statement.Harry looked like he wanted to stop Hagrid, but because of his feelings, he could only look at him in pain. "You're amazing, Harry." He kept his tone, neither overly agitated nor so cold that it conveyed some sort of displeasure. "But being a celebrity must be hard work, I mean... like wherever you go, people want to shake your hand."

"Yes!" said the other party in a grateful tone of having finally met a confidant. "In the Leaky Cauldron, I shook hands for about ten minutes, and my wrists were sore. No, I mean, it's not very Sour... not..."

He looked at the incoherent appearance of the other party, and knew that the other party didn't want to be too arrogant in front of him, but as a person who was wearing old clothes that didn't fit well, wearing dirty glasses, and whose hair seemed to have never been taken care of seriously Boy, the excitement and pride in Harry's tone accidentally leaked out.He knew there was nothing bad about Harry, just being too nervous.

"Actually, I just want to say, I hope we can become good friends." In the end, the other party was discouraged and said with a little blush.

"We will."

Ollivander finally came out with his wand in his arms. "Elderwood, dragon's heartstring, thirteen and a half inches long. I hope this is the last wand you try today."

This is his wand.When his fingers touched the wand, there was such a realization in his heart.This is a very proud wand, with a lonely personality, and has rejected countless wizards who tried to impress it in the long years, but he can understand the other party's loneliness, and the longing hidden in the depths for a suitable partner .He was immediately fascinated by this temperament.

The wand produced neither flash nor sound, but the resonance between them was felt by everyone present.Professor McGonagall showed a surprised expression, "The elder wand is ominous."

The resonance stopped.

"Nonsense!" Ollivander was about to jump in anger. "It's not 'that' elder wand, although it's made of the same tree as 'that'. It's not the wand I made , but it is still excellent. The Elder Wand has been wronged for so many years, because of the false charges that you prejudiced people have imposed on it!"

"The elder wand will always bring fights and fights to the wizard who holds it. There is no exception." Professor McGonagall pushed up his glasses, "This boy has a talent for the dark arts..."

"I don't want it anymore," he interrupted Professor McGonagall, putting the wand back in the box. "I don't want to hurt anyone."

"Child, don't listen to her nonsense!" Ollivander quickly took out the wand again, "Only a very few people can match the elder wand, you are destined to be extraordinary, and the elder wand will make you great! "

"If greatness must be accompanied by blood and death, I would rather choose to be mediocre all my life." He firmly refused, even though he knew it would make the other party sad, "Please exchange a wand for me."

Ollivander looked like he would have snapped the wand.

"Please be kind to it," said a surge of intense sadness that forced him to say something, "until someone with more courage than me lifts it up."

The other party put away the wand in anger, and pulled out a box from the shelf, "I guess this is what you want. Acacia wood, dragon's heartstring, twelve and a half inches long."

It was a wand that was a little quirky, and he had to concentrate to capture its emotion, and once he caught the key, the wand immediately radiated a brilliant golden light.He could feel the joy of the other party.

"That's it." He decided to accept the wand.

"Child, you have to remember one thing." Despite his unpleasantness, Ollivander still did not forget to tell him, "Dragon is not a loyal creature, it only follows the strong. If someone defeats you in a duel, he It won the loyalty of your wand from you, and the acacia wand is a particularly capricious one, it only serves those it follows. Unless you defeat that wizard, it will not serve you again. "

"It doesn't bother me. No one can beat me."

He said goodbye to Harry and left with Professor McGonagall.

They were silent all the way.He sensed that Professor McGonagall felt a little guilty towards him. It was not difficult to understand. The wand tested the talent of a wizard, but talent did not represent the future.Maybe he has a talent for black magic, but that doesn't mean he can use it.And Professor McGonagall made him reject the best wand for him on the basis of his talent alone.He could imagine the struggle in the other person's mind: what if this kid could do some great good with an elder wand?What if he caused this child to miss the glory that should belong to him?He was quite sure that his refusal of the elder wand had convinced the other party that he was not a bad boy, and that there might even be pure goodness in his heart.

Minerva McGonagall was an important character at Hogwarts, and having that impression on her might allow her to help project a positive image of him to others.Judging from the way he bought the wand, Mag may be an upright person, but he is not a very rational person. He can even feel that under the other's hard shell, there is actually a soft, even a little fragile heart of.This made him have a keen interest in McGonagall's past.

"Professor McGonagall," he said, as they stood at the door of the Leaky Cauldron, in a voice mixed with melancholy and vague attachment, "I don't want to go back to the Orphanage. Can I move in early? Since Hogwarts is a boarding school."

"I'm sorry, kid, you can't enter the school early." Professor McGonagall's apology to him was even stronger, which could be seen from the other's slightly frowning brow. "But if you don't mind, you can live with me."

"Really?" He widened his eyes and asked in a tone of uncontrollable joy.In fact, he had already guessed that Mag's guilt towards him would force her to do something for him. It was easy to satisfy her demands at this time.

"Only one month." The other party tried to show some toughness.

"Great!" He pretended that he couldn't help himself and threw himself on the opponent's body, hugging the opponent's waist.At the moment of first contact, Mag's body stiffened for a moment, but soon became soothing and natural.The other party lovingly stroked his hair,