[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

Eli had never had a holiday as long as Christmas this year, and spending weeks in the hospital was not a fun experience, and so many important things happened in those short weeks that had a profound impact on him.

The sudden appearance of his estranged maternal ancestral home severely injured his non-magical father; The day officially moved, and the address was chosen in a hurry. It was a wizard settlement in Durham County, and about one-third of the residents were wizards.Although the number of people can't be said to be many, at least there is a support. Next time a Death Eater makes a sudden visit, at least some neighbors will know what happened, so that they can ask for help and spread the news.

The move was really hasty this time, and Mr. Smith has not even been discharged from the hospital, but Mrs. Smith is very disturbed inside, and it is difficult for her to explain the seriousness of the situation to her husband—although Mr. Smith understands that the wizarding world is now at war, but He had no memory of the Imperius Curse and didn't really know how mortally he had been tortured, which might be a blessing for him as a Muggle.

Eli fully understood his mother's concern. On the day of the move, he assisted her to clean up the items to be taken away from the house, and then Mrs. Smith packed them up and waited for the moving company to come to her door.This is really a difficult project. The family has lived here for more than ten years, older than Eli. When everything is placed in its own place, they feel that they will never have to change their location.

And now they need to start again in a strange home, as if the show that has already reached the happy ending is forced to come again.

It's not that Eli doesn't understand that what stays here is only the house, and the family is the most important part of a family. It's a rare luck that this family of three has no one missing, and there is no need to ask for anything else.He can understand all these, but people are not machines, and they can control all their emotions rationally and precisely. Both he and Mrs. Smith are experiencing a long-lasting pain. This incident did not bring disaster to Mr. Smith. The damage was reversed, but after all, it left them with unforgettable wounds.

Fortunately, their family has sufficient funds and is fully capable of buying a new house. There is no need to sell the old house for turnover, and the large pieces of furniture have not been removed. As long as the family wants to, they can come back and have a look at any time. This is probably a blessing in misfortune.

He didn't know how to describe his feeling, maybe there was the indignation that he was forced to, and there was also the depression that things had come to this point.At the end of the arrangement, he began to have fun, took a series of photos of his family memories at home, and sent them to Penny.

After he moved, he had a new address, so of course he had to give Petunia a copy—as for why he didn’t call and explain directly, maybe it was because some words would always be unconsciously understated and tried to cover up, and it would be better to express every emotion. The words are carefully written down to be specific.

He took pictures of the ugly graffiti that he quietly left in the corner when he was five years old, and told Penny that his mother cast a protective spell in order to laugh at his ugly painting style, and kept these minimalist graffiti until now; The magical photo of riding a broom in the garden, he was too small to lift his legs off the ground, and Mrs. Smith pretended to hold the broom in one hand, and actually let him fly in the air, which must have limited his instinct to ride a broom with lightning speed— As a result, he always flies slowly when he grows up, and when riding in mid-air, owls often overtake him.

It's a pity I haven't invited you to my house as a guest yet.He said to Petunia in the letter, standing on the balcony on the third floor of my house and looking out, the castle and mountains in the distance stretch continuously, and the clouds and clouds in the sky are far and quiet, and I really want you to come and see it.

In the evening, he came to the balcony of his bedroom on the third floor, took a camera to take pictures of the sunset glow layer upon layer, and put this frozen memory together in an envelope.

By the time he received Petunia's reply, it was already after he returned to Hogwarts.With so much going on during the holidays, the memory of talking on the phone in the common room seemed like a long time ago to Eli.But in fact, the school is completely the same, and everything is the same as it was before the holidays.If your school has a history of thousands of years, it may inevitably become like this: the stormy waves experienced by individuals are but a drop in the ocean in the history of this ancient castle.

Along with Petunia's reply letter, there was also a reply letter from Arthur. The letter was very thick, and it was all about ideas and sketches of magic armor.He read the two letters intently, and even forgot to eat breakfast. Remus Lupine, who was sitting next to him, noticed his busyness, picked up a piece of toast, smeared it with thick peanut butter, and handed it to him.

"Still have something to eat," he said. "Breakfast time is almost over."

Ah, thank you.Eli came to his senses, took the toast and thanked him.When their eyes met, he looked at Lupine and frowned worriedly.

"Your complexion is getting worse and worse, Remus." He looked at him carefully, his gaze swirling on his pale face with almost no trace of blood, "You asked for leave again two days ago, didn't you? Did you go to St. Has Mungo seen it? Such frequent attacks must not be ignored, and minor illnesses can easily turn into serious illnesses."

OKLupine paused, then nodded in response.Eli put away the letter and began to eat a thick slice of toast. Lupine's eyes stayed on his side face for a few seconds, and he quietly put it away, revealing a bit of melancholy unconsciously.

Sitting next to them, Sirius and James looked at each other with serious expressions on their faces.Peter buried his head behind the cereal bowl, and no one dared to look into his watery eyes, as if he thought he could avoid all problems by eating with his head down.

After breakfast, Gryffindor and Hufflepuff went to Herbology class together, and they were going to give a very loud dance party to the mandrakes growing in the greenhouse.Eli met Professor Sprout and asked her alone if the seed he gave Penny could be grown in the Muggle world. Professor Sprout replied that he had no problem, but be careful not to let the Muggles find out Its leaves move.

This should be fine.Relieved, Eli turned his attention back to the plants he was going to face today.

It is a pity that this ordinary thing seems to be extraordinarily difficult today-mandrakes are better at squealing than the other, and when they get together excitedly for a party, even if they are all wearing thick earmuffs, there were still three or four students who were so shocked that they passed out on the spot.

In addition, the gaze from behind is not worrying. Eli turned his head more than once, and every time he found that he was almost melted by the focused eyes of the guys behind, and he didn't know that he was looking at him. , or Lupine who was in his group, or this ugly and screaming Mandrake in front of them.Eli endured them for a whole class, and finally found a chance after taking off the earmuffs after class, and asked a question in bewilderment.

"What were you looking at in class?" He asked rather puzzled, "I almost thought you were going to see a hole in my back."

Lupine also looked at his three friends suspiciously. The three of them looked at each other in tacit understanding, and the expressions on their faces were still a little serious.

In the end, it was what James said. He waved his hand, put Eli on the shoulder, and led him forward: "A little problem, buddy, don't mind... Why did you suddenly stand still, Remus?"

Lupine stopped abruptly: he looked at his three friends, his face gradually filled with amazement and panic, his pale face now took on an abnormal, dead gray color, his lips quivered. , There was a sudden panic in his eyes, and he couldn't say a word.

The surrounding air was quiet for a while, and the sky was full of snowflakes. It might be the last snow at Hogwarts this year. It wasn’t very heavy. It's vaguely distant.

Without any hesitation, James let go of Eli, turned around, and grabbed Lupine's hand.

"In such a cold day, what are you in a daze for, Remus?" He said lightly, as if nothing happened just now, pulling him two steps forward, "Let's go back to the dormitory—I Frozen to death, if I had heard what you said this morning, I would wear one more under the cloak."

Lupine's mouth was half-open and his eyes were a little dodgy.Hearing James' words, he seemed to finally come alive, stared at him uncertainly for a few seconds, then slowly turned his head to look at Sirius and Peter.

Peter ducked his eyes for a moment, not looking at him.Sirius, who had been watching their reactions, was suddenly distracted: across from them, Slytherin and Ravenclaw students were coming out in droves, their next class was Herbal Medicine, The content of their class is the same, and they have to go to the second half of the party with the mandrakes.

At the point of his vision, Regulus was walking surrounded by a group of Slytherins.They talked and laughed around him, and the atmosphere was very harmonious. Regulus didn't join in their lively chat much, but he walked forward calmly and calmly, obviously not burdened by being the center of his classmates.

Sensing that someone was watching him, Regulus raised his eyes and looked over.The eyes of the two brothers briefly met in mid-air, and Regulus nodded briefly to Sirius, walking non-stop, passing them by.

After a few Slytherins passed by, they secretly looked back.There was curiosity and scrutiny in their eyes, as well as obvious superiority and pity.Suddenly, there was a soft sneer in the crowd, and it gradually drifted away in the wind.

Sirius looked away without saying a word, noticed that Lupine was looking at him, and simply twitched the corners of his lips.

"Go back," he said simply. "You should have stood your ground in the morning, Remus, and James isn't mad at you. You're one of his best friends, aren't you? Friends always They are more compatible than relatives, everyone chooses to be friends voluntarily, not by blood. Look at my brother, I must say, I think you are much better than him."

The blood on Remus' face finally became more natural, and he smiled at Sirius without commenting on his words.They walked towards the main building of the castle together. After walking a few steps, they suddenly realized that someone hadn't followed.

"Eli?" James turned his head and looked at him unexpectedly, "Hey, how old are you, do you still need me to hold your shoulder?"

"I'll stay outside for a while." Eli looked away from the Slytherin students in the distance, licked the corners of his lips towards them, and said simply.

Sirius' dark gray pupils stared at him, and Eli suspected that he knew what he had experienced during the Christmas holidays, but they hadn't talked about this topic, and maybe both of them still felt slight resistance and awkwardness about the other's distant cousin status.

All right.James shrugged and continued on with his friends, Sirius looking away and following.Eli watched their backs disappear into the snow, turned a corner, and walked towards the corner of the inconspicuous corridor not far away.

It was also a coincidence, when he looked back just now, he happened to see the person standing here, which made him feel that he had to come and see him.

"Principal Dumbledore." He walked over and greeted politely, "Why are you here? Did I disturb you?"

"I just came back from outside the school, and apparation is not allowed in the school, so of course I have to walk this long corridor back to the castle." Dumbledore said happily, "And just 5 minutes ago, I found Huo Huo in the snow. Gwartz is beautiful and I am glad that I have been at this school for over 100 years and still have a genuine love and appreciation for it.”

Yes, it is really beautiful here.Eli smiled, stood next to Dumbledore, and looked at the snowy castle with him for a while, covered with snow everywhere, which made it look more like a fairyland imagined by Muggles.

"It's such a beautiful place, such a magical fairyland, but there are still people who will do bad things in this world." Eli sighed softly, "Magic can do many good things, but now, even my Muggle My friends are always worried that I will be in danger."

"Humans are complex animals. Light and darkness are interdependent, and justice and evil never exist in isolation." Dumbledore said calmly, "The reason why we work hard is to let more people feel the truth here." What is meant is magic, not the cruelty that life is not guaranteed, and magic is supposed to be beautiful."

Eli thought for a while, nodded, and said, "That makes sense."

"Do you have a magic camera, principal?" he asked suddenly, raising his hand and scratching his face. "I heard that a magic revealing potion is needed for the photos to move, but I haven't had time to study it yet."

"It's a coincidence, I just have it, and it's placed very close to here." Dumbledore said, waving his wand, the window of the principal's office on the eighth floor opened, and the camera flew down from above, "What are you going to do?" , Eli?"

"To take a picture of my friend," he said. "I want her to know that ... anyway, this place is still very enjoyable, so I will do my best and do something that I can."

nice idea.Dumbledore held up the camera, Eli looked at him, looked away, and waved his wand.

Thin lines emanated from the tip of his staff, lingering in mid-air, and being written by him into letters one by one.The name of Petunia Evans appeared in the fine snow at Hogwarts, emitting a soft light, and the camera shutter moved, faithfully recording all this.

"Magic is amazing." Eli put away his wand, feeling sincerely.

"That's right." Dumbledore smiled and said gently, "The wizard who is endowed with this magical gift is more magical than magic. When he makes up his mind to do something, the whole world will because of him." And sparkle."

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Thank you for the rain today, what kind of mine~