[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

Eli Smith knew he was dreaming.

Endless scene changes, all kinds of harassment follow you around.Voldemort can be regarded as a wizard who is at the forefront of soul research. He has no obvious advantage in this area. He can only rely on his courage and perseverance to break through the encirclement in the confrontation with Voldemort and seek to win this duel of souls. Chance of victory.

Those fleeting spots of light lingering around Voldemort just now were...?Eli frowned, thinking hard.He just broke free from a strange memory, which came from a fantasy where Voldemort won the final victory and ruled the world. He was the king in that world, and the divination bird flew by his side...

It's really whimsical. His kind of violent manipulation of other people's rule, the people under him in his fantasy are all normal. Doesn't this mean that he also knows that this approach is wrong at all.

He cursed in his heart, the long battle made him feel sincerely tired.He rubbed the center of his eyebrows wearily, even though there was no body, he felt his temples twitching, and walked forward exhausted, but unexpectedly walked into the bright sky again.

No, come again?After Voldemort sliced ​​his soul, did he really only get tired one-third each time?Eli had a splitting headache, sighed deeply, had to clenched the wand in his hand, raised his head and looked around, observing the surrounding situation with the keenness of a tried and tested warrior.

This observation really stunned him for a moment.He found that there was no trace of magic here, only Muggles were coming and going, there were cars and prams passing by on the street, everything was normal and ordinary, and he, wearing a wizard robe and holding a magic wand, became this harmonious picture The only one of its kind.

what happened?where is thisEli couldn't hide his doubts. He thought for a while, mobilized his consciousness, and changed into a suit for himself—a suit he often wore in the Muggle world.It's not very formal, it's more casual, and he usually wears it when he's out on a date with his wife. His wife once praised him, saying that he looks very handsome and young in this dress.

But no matter how young he looked, he was already a mature adult. The children had reached the age of going to Hogwarts. Although the outside world might not have changed much, their mentality was completely different from when they were seventeen or eighteen.He thought about it for a while, and was interrupted by crying from the next house.The cry was forceful, loud and full of energy, so it was even more piercing and piercing, which damaged his spirit even more.

It didn't sound like a child crying.Eli sighed in annoyance, quickened his pace, and was about to stay away from this strange house, when a panicked and familiar voice suddenly came from inside.

"Dudley—baby, dear, are you crying? Mother's here—"

His footsteps suddenly stopped in place, he was stunned for a while, then slowly turned his head and looked into the house.

It was a normal middle-class house, and it was clearly owned by regular, regular people, like every house around them, and Eli personally didn't like it.Although I think it is a bit too much like a template house, it doesn't matter, the lives of many ordinary people are stable and unchanging.

But who can tell him why his wife appears in this ordinary house?

Her hair didn't show any traces of careful grooming, and lacked the kind of maintenance that was done when it was tied into a neat bun. It was much younger than what he had seen before parting, but there were already more fine lines on her face.Wearing a...clothes that don't pay attention to style at all, in his eyes, there is no advantage other than fit.Perhaps the flower on the chest has undergone some design, but it is so vulgar and meaningless.

He could swear that if he gave this dress as a gift to his wife, she would definitely be kicked out of her bedroom for more than a week. She was a perfect wife, but of course that didn't mean she didn't have her own temper.

"... Petunia?" he murmured, taking a few steps closer in disbelief, standing outside the hedge of the ordinary house, staring in amazement at his wife inside.

Wearily hurried out of the kitchen, spatula still in hand, she lifted her baby deftly from the pram in the living room...a gigantic swaddle that looked as big as Isaac and Dorothy put together big.She was as thin as in memory, maybe a little thinner. Eli could see that the wife in front of him didn't seem to be in the habit of exercising regularly, and her arms looked completely weak.

But she still hugged the huge swaddling baby, her thin arms exerted all her strength, and the proportions of the two looked ridiculously exaggerated.She gently coaxed her baby, shaking the swaddle that was too big for her, the movement range was not big enough, it was difficult for her to really do this, which aroused her baby's dissatisfaction, and the crying sound became Bigger and sharper.

"Dudley, don't cry, mother is here..." She coaxed her child a little helplessly, looking a little flustered, but no one could solve her problem, and there seemed to be no other adults in the family.

After thinking for a while, she decided to put down the spatula and use all her strength to coax the child.She put the child she called Dudley in, which also aroused the child's dissatisfaction, and he howled even more. Petunia kept comforting him in a low voice, and gradually became pleading in his voice.

"Oh, no, Dudley... Mom and Dad just moved you here with decent neighbors, I don't want Mrs Climans to say you cry too loudly, she's really rude ...What do you want to eat? Is milk powder okay? Are you hungry?"

She suddenly realized this, and frantically went to make milk powder.After drinking the milk, Dudley's bad temper was finally curbed briefly. He closed his eyes and sucked on the bottle, and finally calmed down a little.

Another thin cry followed.

"Are you hungry too?" Petunia said, the kindness and tenderness in her voice suddenly disappeared, and Eli stared at her blankly, seeing her walking towards a corner of his sight, never knowing where to hold another child , Amidst the child's weak cries, he didn't speak for a while, but just stared at him.

The weak cry continued, and she frowned irritably.

"Okay, I know you're hungry too." She said angrily, her mood visibly downcast, "Listen, if you don't suddenly blow up the bottle today, splashing all around, I'll give you a drink Milk, or you'll just starve."

Such a small child, hungry?Eli stared at her in amazement, as if what he saw was not his wife but another complete stranger.Perhaps it is not true in fact, this person and his wife just look very similar, even more similar than Lily as his younger sister, but she is obviously not...

"Harry!" Petunia screamed suddenly, her voice full of fear and hysteria. "You can't let Dudley's bottle float! Stop! Stop it!! If any of the neighbors see—"

She looked out nervously and nervously, and immediately saw Eli standing outside the hedge.

"It's not what you think it is—" Petunia whispered, gasping nervously, and immediately stood up and walked towards him, stammering and trying to explain, "It's actually just, just a trick, yes, a trick. I got my nephew to do that show, he's just a kid, a normal kid..."

"I'm sorry." Eli interrupted her, his voice and expression were stiff, he stared at her for a long time, before he managed to utter a word.

"I'm just passing by here." He said slowly, every sentence seemed to take a lot of effort, "Sorry, I'm too tired now, can I have a glass of water? I can stand here a little longer, Do you want to take a break?"

Petunia froze for a moment, her gaze resting on his face for a moment.

The Petunia who was his wife once said that she liked his appearance very much. He was handsome but not aggressive.He's heard it said several times, but he can't confirm if it's still true.

"I... am good at coaxing children." He said suddenly, looking at the two children in the living room, "I think I can help a little, if you allow me, ma'am."

"It seems more conspicuous standing outside the hedge of my house." She muttered, her attitude relaxed a little, but her eyes were still wary when she looked at him.

"My husband will be back soon," she emphasized to him. "I hope you are polite, sir. My husband can hit two of you."

No matter how strong a Muggle can be against a wizard, Eli doesn't care about Petunia's words.But when he sat in the living room and saw the group photo of the family, he almost couldn't maintain the calm expression on his face.

You can't beat him at all, but you can really pretend to be two of him.

This is a world in which his wife's aesthetics have been subversively changed? !A huge exclamation mark appeared in Eli's heart. He held the teacup a little stiffly, not knowing what expression he should make for a moment, and finally chose to coax the two children as he promised.

He looked at Harry first, and instinctively rejected the other child.Harry in the swaddling baby was pretty much the same as he remembered, except that he seemed a little thinner than when he came to his house, but it was not very important, whether it was the scar or the pair of green eyes, everything proved that this was indeed Harry . Potter, Lily and James' child, his nephew.

The baby bottle floating in the air has been taken into Harry's arms, and he is sucking non-stop.The bottle has bottomed out, and the one in front has drunk too much.

This problem is easy to solve. Eli calmly tapped the bottle with his magic wand, and the milk in it suddenly became inexhaustible.Little Harry drank for a while, was finally full, put down the bottle, smiled contentedly, and grinned happily.

"Is the milk in it finished?" Petunia's voice sounded from the side, and she sighed wearily, "Bring me the bottle, and I'll add some more."

"I think he's had enough." Eli said calmly, lit the bottle with his wand again, and returned the empty bottle. "He's stopped crying and has a good temper."

He...Petunia opened her mouth and curled her lips in a mean gesture.

"Thank you for your help." She said reluctantly, "You seem to be really good at taking care of me. By the way, let me say it again, what you saw just now is completely..."

"Magic," Eli said before her, and smiled at her. "It's a fantastic show, ma'am, I like it."

You... Petunia opened her mouth, obviously not knowing how to continue this lie.She grunted vaguely, took the empty feeding bottle, looked at it, hesitated for a while,

"He drank too little." She said with a straight face, and turned to make milk powder, "Let him drink a little more, otherwise he will be hungry again soon, and he will cry non-stop, making me upset."

The one named Dudley was obviously noisier.Eli opened his mouth, hesitated to speak, and turned his head to look at the photo frame of the family of three on the dining table.

"Sorry," he said, "I was talking too much. But...that, Dudley, is your son?"

"What? Of course." Penny, who was making milk powder, turned her head and frowned at him, "Of course it's my son, he looks very similar to his father, there are pictures on the dining table, I thought you had seen it. "

See, it's just hard to accept.Eli looked at the photo, was silent for a while, and suddenly said, "I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Eli, Eli Smith, ma'am."

"Oh, hello." Petunia responded, glanced at him, and said in a normal tone without any special pause or touch, "This is the Dursley family, and I'm Petunia Dursley."

Dursley.Eli chewed the last name silently, staring at the fat, broad man in the photo, realizing that of all the dreams he'd trudged through since he entered it, this was the worst one.

"What about him?" Eli asked in a low voice, looking at the baby Harry.

"Harry, Harry Potter." Petunia said, her tone calmed down. "It's my nephew, the child of my sister and brother-in-law. They died in a car accident and had no other relatives. They left this child to I raise."

One of Eli's extremely tense nerves was suddenly broken, and he suddenly turned his head to look at this strange wife.

"They died?!" He asked in astonishment, the surprise on his face couldn't be hidden, "How did they die—you just said, a car accident?!"

How can this be? !This world is not without wizards, both Harry and him still have magical fluctuations.In this case, how did James and Lily die at this time?Voldemort...

Petunia didn't answer, her eyes suddenly fixed on Eli, with a strange expression on her face.

"You know them," she said in an affirmative tone, looking carefully into his eyes.

"You know me," she said slowly, softly, "you're a... wizard."

A brief silence.

Penny hurried over, pulled him up, and pushed him hard: "Get out! Get out of my house! You are not welcome here! No wizards are welcome!!"

"I'm sorry, Petunia." Eli was pushed forward by her, and he said tongue-tiedly, "I just...I don't want to lie to you...I'm a wizard, but...but I have no ill intentions towards you."

"No one would believe a monster!" Petunia screamed hysterically, not caring about being heard by the neighbors at this time, "Why did you show up—my sister died in your world, you look down on me, think I Just a Muggle throwing my sister's baby at me! Do you know how much trouble he's going to cause me? He's a - downright - little monster -"

"Don't say that, Petunia." Eli had to interrupt her, and he felt his heart clenched together, "He's not a monster, and neither am I... I understand your pain and difficulty, but I don't I look down on you, I..."

He opened his mouth, swallowed back the words he should have said to his wife with difficulty, and pulled out the wand hidden in his cuff.

Petunia's scream was full of panic, she let go of his arm hastily, staggered back a few steps, and looked at him with eyes full of fear.

"What do you want to do?" She asked in a suffocated voice, staring at his wand full of despair, the sarcasm on her face became more and more serious, and she laughed suddenly, with sarcasm and trembling in her voice.

"Yes, of course, what's so strange about it? You guys are like this, ruining my life time and time again..."

"Sorry," whispered Eli, and with a wave of his wand, a brand new handkerchief fluttered down. He caught it and handed it out.

"I just think you need this." He said softly, "I hope it can erase your helplessness and grievance... I hope you can share your difficulties with me and what I want to do. Of course, this Always your freedom, Petunia, I will never force you."

Petunia Dursley stared at the handkerchief he handed over, and for a moment, she seemed to be stunned, as if she couldn't believe that magic could conjure something harmless.Maybe her sister wouldn't hurt her, but since Lily went to Hogwarts, they gradually separated.

Her sister has it all, beauty, intelligence, magical favor, parents who love her.Penny didn't really feel jealous until she was 11 years old, it was her sister after all.

But she has everything, staying with those who look down on her, but in the end she suddenly left, throwing all the troubles of the rest of her life back to her.

Petunia Dursley didn't hold out her hand.

"You don't need your fake kindness, wizard." She said coldly, "Whatever you want to know, just ask, but I don't know very well. You are so surprised that you don't even know about them, Maybe it's from a foreign country? Then I advise you to leave as soon as possible, Dumbledore does not allow other wizards to disturb him."

She pouted her lips into the swaddling baby, with self-mockery and sarcasm.

"Strange logic," she said, "to give a baby wizard to Muggle upbringing and not have other wizards come to see him. What does Dumbledore expect Harry to get from this? A nanny to take care of his daily life? I I have to emphasize again, there is still no salary or remuneration. I don’t know why this happened to me, probably because I owe my sister’s family.”

The sarcasm and sarcasm on her face were too glaring, Eli wondered if someone else would tell her in a superior tone that this is your sister's child, you have the same blood, and it was you who raised him obligation.But he looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar person and shook his head slightly.

"No, of course you don't owe Lily anything." He said, "I noticed that the house you live in is a little too small, and it may be difficult to raise two children. I have three children in my family, all of whom are not very Lively and mischievous characters, sometimes it makes me feel like they are all over the room... Do you mind if I use some small methods to remodel the children's bedroom? It can make it bigger than it looks. "

"No need." Petunia refused without thinking, with deep disgust on her face, "Don't let magic happen in this house-my husband is a normal person! He won't like this! He's going to pick him up next week My sister, Aunt Maggie, came to stay for a while, and she hated some unreasonable things even more—”

"But they won't help you when you can't support the two children." Eli said sharply, Petunia was silent for a moment, glanced at him, and said nothing.

"If I understand correctly, does this mean "I'd like to see what you can pull off"?I know someone who speaks the same language as your eyes. said Eli, standing up and taking up his wand. "Where's their bedroom?"I can help you a little. "

The traceless stretching spell in the dream was completed perfectly in an instant, and he didn't exaggerate it too much. Petunia Dursley stood at the door, although she tried her best to conceal it, she still showed a somewhat satisfied expression.

But she didn't say anything, Petunia Dursley was not good at compliments, her expression was always harsh.

Eli looked at her, thought for a moment, scratched at the void, and handed her a ring.

"I invented it three years ago." He said, "When you wear it, you can reduce the weight of things in your hands. There is a certain upper limit of weight, but it should be enough for daily life."

Petunia Dursley's gaze fell on his hand, but she didn't respond.Eli was startled, but quickly realized that he changed the shape from a ring to a bracelet.

"I'm sorry." He murmured, "For a while... Anyway, please accept it as an apology and thanks from friends of James and Lily."

Petunia Dursley stared at the bracelet.

"I don't need your pity." She said coldly, raising her head proudly, "I can do it myself, my current life is peaceful and perfect, and I don't need you, a wizard, to add—"

"No, I'm not pitying you!" Eli said in amazement.He stared into her eyes, in a daze, then turned his gaze away to the room where the baby lived.

Babies at this age are no longer satisfied with being swaddled, and begin to crawl around on the ground.The room was obviously messy, as always, a kung fu kid who turned around could create a typhoon scene.

But he still noticed that there was a vase of flowers picked from the garden on the window sill, with fresh water drops. The varieties were ordinary, but they were carefully tied into a bunch, and they were beautifully tied with the packaging ribbons they gave when shopping. Knot.

"I know you are always working very hard, always doing the best within your ability. I know you are hardworking, strong, used to supporting everything by yourself, and your will is firm, I know." He said softly , looking at the familiar knotting method of the ribbon, his wife will always have some such ingenuity in the flowers, loving every day life.

"It's already very good. No matter what the situation, you are very active and hardworking in your life." He smiled and said sincerely, "Thank you, Petunia. If you can, write a letter to Dumbledore, Ask him to provide you with some extra help... Raising two children is really hard, the little wizard is not easy to take care of, he should be able to help you, "

Petunia and Dursley looked at him in astonishment. After a brief trance, her expression gradually became angry.

"...Are you humiliating me? Let me go to you—you people? You monsters?!" She said angrily, her eyes glowing fiercely, "I don't need you to arrange my life, wizard! Don't look Knowing what I look like, you obviously—you don't look down on me at all, because I'm a...a Muggle—"

Eli looked at her, shook his head slowly, his nose was so sore that he couldn't help it.

"No, Petunia," he murmured, "I can't deny you for anyone else. But...but I don't. There are wizards for everyone, and I'm doing something like this, to make wizards and People and melons get along as equals, and we all have a common future."

Petunia Dursley fell silent suddenly. She looked at this... this wizard who was so perfect that she could almost glow. She didn't understand how such a wizard would stand in front of her and talk to her so patiently.

Obviously those wizards are... they all look down on her so much.

The surrounding scenes were slightly rippling like water waves, and Eli looked around, showing a exhausted look.

"I can't stay here any longer." He said, his eyes still looking at her sadly and tenderly, "Maybe this is a disturbance to you, but I am in an unknown fate, and I don't know what to do next." Where does a journey lead. So allow me to say selfishly...it's a pleasure to meet you, Petunia, and even though you're not the one I know, I'm sure you'll always be you."

Petunia looked at him stiffly, the wizard in front of her seemed to appear suddenly, and gradually disappeared in front of her.

Petunia stood in a daze for a while in the corridor, lost in thought for unknown reasons.Suddenly, many strange pictures appeared in front of her eyes.

Wearing a professional suit and stepping on the city hall with high heels, she hurried forward like the wind. People passing by around nodded to her with respectful eyes.

Wandering around high-end shopping malls, swiping her credit card without blinking an eye, and carrying a bunch of shopping bags back to the car, she is not troubled by money and lives as she pleases.

Passing by the side of the road with a cup of coffee, admiring every melodious and melodious music on the street, walking with someone, generously buying a free night for wandering singers.

Wearing a wedding dress, she was running around a strange castle. She didn't know where it was, but it made her heart beat violently.

She is sitting in the spacious and bright living room drinking afternoon tea, the children are playing wildly, it seems that another person is in charge, she is leaning on the sofa, flipping through an obscure book, drowsy in the afternoon sun .

The girl who puts her fingers on the piano and pops up beautiful notes, she can't play the piano at all, but the one in her dream can.Beautiful music flowed from her fingertips, and someone was shooting a video for her, and her eyes were always gently on her body.

How could there be such a beautiful possibility in this world? She knew it was just a ridiculous dream, but she was still in a daze for a long time.

Did you see it?There seems to be a voice in the dark asking her, have you seen those other possibilities in your life?

Petunia Dursley lowered her eyes and was silent for a long time.

In the end, she raised her head and spoke softly to the empty corridor in front of her.

She said, "No."

After saying this, she was stunned for a while, then suddenly clenched her fingers tightly.

But, but she might actually be able to... try to write a letter to Dumbledore, muster up the courage, hopefully... write it again.

Maybe this time it will be different and she won't be rejected.

——FIN——

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