[HP] Neko who disappeared

After buying the robes, Harry and I went to the scrap store to search for two second-hand books, and we also found an old version of "Hogwarts, A School History" along the way.I took the old copy myself and paid for it after promising Harry to give him my original copy.

"Let me think about it later. You still need to buy crucible balances and so on. These things are available in Partage's Crucible Store, and there are also newborn kits for sale."

"Whoa, packing?"

"Yeah, it's convenient for students to buy. You must know that this period of time can be regarded as the busiest time in Diagon Alley."

Harry and I licked the cones from the Florin's Cold Drink Shop, and looked at the crowd with expressions of lingering fear.There were too many people, and now they even had to hold hands if they wanted to walk in Diagon Alley—otherwise they would be swept away if they didn't pay attention.

"Am I going to give you a birthday present or something? God knows I couldn't mention how uncomfortable you were in the letter for the first two years."

"Didn't you send it?"

Harry finally stuffed a mouthful of vanilla ice cream into his mouth, and after swallowing the cone, he showed a somewhat helpless expression: "Doesn't the robe count?"

"Not counting."

I shook my head confidently. Over the past two years, I have become a person with a little money, and Harry bought the robe with his own money. How can it be regarded as a gift from me: "How about an owl, you Definitely love it."

"owl?"

"Wizards use owls to send messages, of course sometimes it is different." Thinking of the albatross or golden eagle when contacting someone, I immediately added: "You see that Hogwarts allows one Pet, mine is Mr. Ronnie, a ginger cat, what do you want?"

"No one wants to write to me, Owl..."

"I used to think the same way, no one would write to me."

I also stuffed the strawberry ice cream in my hand into my mouth, feeling the sweetness brought by the big strawberry particles, and squinted my eyes comfortably: "Later, I have someone who will definitely write to me. At this time I thought it would be a good choice to have an owl."

"Who?"

"You'll know it when you arrive at school, and there's always some suspense, right?"

But in the end my plan was still aborted. We met Hagrid at the door of the owl shop, and then Hagrid snatched my gift and gave Harry a snowy owl.

"What a pretty girl."

I sighed, still a little unwilling: "Hagrid, what should I do if you are like this? I still want to give Harry a birthday present."

"Dear Irina, you can give Harry presents all the time at school, can't you? And this year you are in third year, you can go to Hosmeade."

Well, time to bring Harry a butterbeer.

"Hosmeade? What's that place?"

"A purely wizarding village next to Hogwarts."

Hagrid smiled, and seemed to be in a particularly good mood: "I've finished my work, and the ticket is at the end of the letter. Can Irina send Harry home?"

"Can he not go to the Dursleys' house for the next month? Don't frown Hagrid, let him spend the night with me at the Leaky Cauldron for the past two years. Everyone knows everything."

I snorted and my attitude was very tough.Since I started sending letters the year before last, everyone pretty much knows what's going on with the Dursleys.Behind the shock and dissatisfaction, there is still an attitude of throwing rats, and even Headmaster Dumbledore has a little regret.Harry was unable to go to Hogwarts before, but now that he has finally reached the age, it is enough to spend a month at his aunt's house every year, so what else does he dislike.

Harry opened his mouth slightly in surprise, and followed me to Ollivander's wand shop before he understood: "What do you mean if it is not a special situation?"

"The special situation is... when your parents, my aunt and uncle loved you, and finally died protecting you, your mother left an ancient protection spell on you. This protection spell can only be It is only effective when you live with someone who is related by blood, so you have to live with your aunt for a month every year."

I snorted, and at the same time slowed down a bit, and my tone became calm: "And you should have discovered that the world of wizards does not overlap with the world of ordinary people."

"Yes."

"How can I help you? Pass the laws of ordinary people? Then how can you live in your aunt's house for a full month? We have used all the means that can make you feel better, my letter, Professor Dumbledore through some interpersonal relationships Give your uncle some sweetness at work, and if they feel a little better, you will feel better."

"so……"

"By the way, Mrs. Figg is a wizard without magic power. Her dereliction of duty has been mentioned before. The kind Mr. Figg after that is the headmaster. He should be pretty good, right?"

"Very good. He is good at telling historical stories and teaching me some math problems."

Harry lowered his head, but soon showed a smiling face again: "But I'm in Hogwarts now, I still have you, don't I?"

"Yeah, by the way, I live in the Leaky Cauldron. During the summer vacation, if you live at my aunt's house for a full month, you can come to me directly with your suitcase."

I made a grimace and pushed open Ollivander's door, and sighed as I looked at the old man who was talking, "Mr. Ollivander."

"Oh yes, Miss Irina Evans, and Mr. Harry Potter, congratulations on your family reunion."

The old man smiled slightly, first stretched out his hand to me: "Let me see your wand."

I handed over my wand casually. After checking it, Ollivander nodded with satisfaction: "It seems that you maintain him regularly."

"Yes, give me a wand maintenance kit this time, and buy them together."

"Okay, then, Mr. Harry Potter."

I always felt that Ollivander saw Harry with a kind of excitement that he didn't have when talking to others. I watched him measure Harry's arm, then confirmed his dominant hand, and then couldn't see it. Look, a wand was pulled out straight away.

"Picky master, picky wand. Speaking of which, Miss Irina, your wand seems to have changed a little recently?"

I turned my head a little guilty, but the moment I turned my head, something was revealed, and I heard Ollivander's screaming voice.

"Oh my god, I read that right, you really did it?????"

Ollivander looked at me in horror, I stuffed my wand into the wand holster on my waist, and said softly: "Mr. Ollivander, you should know that hornbeams are hard to find here. "

"Then you can't use the opportunity of maintenance to buckle the sap on the wand!"

"I'm very careful! I'm not using those scraps for sale or doing anything else, they're just for researching potions!"

"He's still happy with my little wand? What kind of ecstasy soup has he been fed by you!"

"I love him and he loves me, why can't I use it?"

Listening to his cousin's tough behavior, Harry watched the hand feel warm when he held it, as if responding to his own wand, he secretly rubbed his fingers against its body.The texture of wood is not so delicate but not so rough. The primitive and natural feeling made him feel a little warm.The tip of the holly wand flickered for a moment, then fell silent again, and Harry snickered as he watched, before handing the wand to Ollivander.

"Seven Galleons, plus a maintenance set..."

"Give me a maintenance kit too, Mr. Ollivander?"

"What? Holly doesn't splinter."

"..."

I twitched the corner of my mouth and handed fourteen Galleons to Ollivander. I ignored the wandmaker who looked at me like he was looking at a demon, and pulled Harry straight out of Diagon Alley. .

There were quite a few people in the Leaky Cauldron at this time. John pouted his lips when he saw Harry, with a feeling of disgust: "Oh, Irina's cousin."

"It's overplayed."

I reminded him, and sighed after seeing Harry still giggling: "Give him a room."

"For your money?"

"No, no, I'll pay for it myself."

Harry handed Gallon to him with a cheerful tone, and John and I helped him send all his things back to the room and then went out, and saw Principal Dumbledore drinking butterbeer in the bar.

"It's okay John, I'll take a look and talk to Irina by the way."

The principal treats me like a peer rather than a student—to be honest, I think this is a bit of a virtue, even if I add the later age, I am 21, he is so old and still treats me When peers...

I'm not mistaken, I'm 21 years old.

"Irina, I know what you're planning, and I don't blame you."

Maybe it's because the headmaster knows that I have a core of 21, so he feels more at ease about my actions: "It's good that he follows you, and it doesn't matter if he stays here for the rest of the summer vacation. I'll write to the Dursleys."

"Don't worry, principal, he is my only relative."

I nodded calmly, and took the envelope he gave me: "This is this year's scholarship? I was wondering why I didn't give it to me at the end of the semester."

"Scholarship, I don't think you need it anymore, do you? Miss Irina, who has already cooperated with Obscyrus Publishing House and decided to publish study material notes and a collection of exercises?"

Headmaster Dumbledore winked at me, looking extra naughty: "Should we include your exercises in the necessary supplies for students next year? And the "Ordinary Wizard Level Tests Over the Years" that you have been sorting out recently. "Professor Sprout told me, we are all happy to do something for you."

"I feel that with the indulgence of my professors, my ultimate goal will be achieved soon."

I twitched the corner of my mouth and saw Principal Dumbledore laugh out loud.

Very well, under the leadership of Professor Hogwarts, I, Irina Evans, will become the second generation of uknowwho, the deepest shadow in the hearts of the students——

Four more years... maybe =w=

The author has something to say:

It is not impossible to use legal means to get Harry to move out, but what about the blood protection of the aunt?Move out and live for one month every year?impossible【.

So it is to make Harry live a little more comfortably where he can, so the current Harry is... quite different from the original book.

Today may drop double updates... Suddenly I have a feeling that I am not doing my job properly... This is definitely an illusion [guilty heart