fall at hogwarts

Chapter 21 Harry who likes to read newspapers

"Ed, what are you looking at?"

After Harry Potter woke up, he rubbed his head, then put on his glasses, saw Ed holding something that looked like a newspaper, and asked curiously.

"newspaper."

Ed's eyes peeked over the newspaper, looking at Harry.

"Is that the two of us on it? Why do the photos in the newspaper move?" Harry asked curiously when he saw the moving figure on it after getting out of bed.

"It's just a magic photo."

"Wow~"

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Harry Potter's small mouth opened into an "o" shape.

Ed was also like this when he saw Papa Flamel reading the newspaper at first. This was the normal reaction when he saw a magical creation for the first time.

Afterwards, Ed freed up one hand and poured Harry a glass of water: "Drinking a glass of water just after waking up is good for your body."

"Ah!" When Harry touched the cup, he looked at Ed in surprise again: "The water is still lukewarm."

"Don't like drinking warm water?" Ed poured Harry another cup: "This time it's hot, drink it."

This time Harry was even more surprised, picked up the kettle and said, "Can I drink cold water?"

"of course."

After Ed answered, he continued to read the newspaper.Although many contents in the Daily Prophet are exaggerated and false.

But the Fantastic Beasts section is still eye-catching, and the "Daily Prophet" has already understood Newt's stubbornness.

It must feel bad to be blocked at the door by a professor of repute asking about the appearance, habits, and habitats of animals in a false story.

Although Ed didn't know whether there were magic and magical animals in the original world, it didn't affect Ed's curiosity about them.And classify magical animals.

Although the research done by Professor Newt has helped Ed in many ways, Newt's records are similar to diaries and have not formed a system.

Rather than being a textbook or a masterpiece of biology, Ed thinks "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" is more like Newt's life autobiographical novel, which is very similar to "Insects" written by Fabre.

Therefore, Ed collected the above information about the magical animals that appeared in the Daily Prophet, and prepared for the classification of magical animals in the future.

At this time, Harry had already begun to be 100% curious about magic. In this room of less than forty square meters, he kept searching, asking Ed about every item.

Perhaps in Harry's eyes, this dilapidated room had completely changed its appearance.

When Harry turned around the room and walked back to the table, he pointed to Ed and asked, "Is this oil lamp also a magic item? Is it always on?"

Just as Ed was about to answer, the door was opened, and Tom came in with an oil can to fill up the lamp.Smiling at Ed, he backed out.

Seeing that the oil lamp was not a magic item, Harry sat at the table with his chin in his hands, looking disappointed.

Ed put down the newspaper: "Harry, in the wizarding world, not everything is magical. Many things in the Muggle world are used by wizards!"

"Okay~_~"

When Ed said this, Harry felt that it made a lot of sense, but the mystery in the wizarding world disappeared a lot.

But Harry still felt that the oil lamp was a magical item. After all, even remote mountain villages used electric lights, so it didn't make sense for wizards to still use oil lamps.

After staying there for a while, Harry started to get bored, although there was no Aunt Petunia's screaming, Uncle Vernon's reprimand, and Dudley's malicious bullying.But sitting like this is really boring!
Harry looked at Ed who was reading the newspaper, and asked quietly, "Ed, aren't you bored reading the newspaper?"

Harry had read the newspaper, which was full of extremely boring things, and the only thing that interested him was the joke at the end of the newspaper.

However, maybe the newspapers in the wizarding world are different and more interesting.

"It's not boring." Ed glanced at Harry again, knowing that children of this age, especially little boys, couldn't sit still.

Because he is the same, sometimes because of the secretion of hormones in his body, Ed has to be active.Otherwise, I will feel uncomfortable all over.

"May I have a look at the newspaper in your hand?"

"of course."

Ed handed Harry the page he had read, hoping he would like the mess written on it.

Harry sees the first page: "Hey Ed, why are we called the Children of Prophecy?"

"This has to be told from ten years ago. It's a very old, old-fashioned story. You won't be interested."

Ed thought of Papa Flamel and what Dumbledore had reminded him, and couldn't help but sighed.

"Am I so famous in the wizarding world? Why does it say that more than two-thirds of wizards in the UK want to meet me?"

Harry was thrilled by the news, it made him feel that rare feeling of attention, of being valued, and he loved it.Harry Potter decided that he would read the newspaper every day, if one day he was in the newspaper again, that would be great!

Looking at Harry whose face was as red as an apple, Ed really wanted to tell him that the stats were high. Apart from Rita's exaggeration, another big reason was that there were not many wizards in Britain, and none of them exceeded [-].

"You're only famous because of a prophecy, and they all thought you defeated Voldemort."

"Voldemort? Who is he?"

Harry was curious about the name, which sounded like something out of a fairy tale.

"Just a wizard who is afraid of death."

"..." Harry was not satisfied with Ed's answer, and just about to ask, the door was pushed open.

Ed and Harry looked at the door at the same time.

It turned out that Hagrid had returned, holding a cardboard box in his hand, and Ed could smell the aroma of pizza.

Seeing Hagrid coming back, Harry happily asked Hagrid, "Hagrid! Who is Voldemort?"

"What?" Hearing Voldemort's name, Hagrid shook his hands. If it wasn't for his big hands, the pizza in the box would have fallen to the ground and become deformed.

Hagrid put the box on the table, put his hand over Harry's mouth, and said, "Shh! Don't mention 'that man''s name!"

Harry nodded, and Hagrid let go of his hand, and then opened the box. Inside was a purple cake with a layer of yellow cream on top.

"Happy birthday, Harry!"

"Thank you!"

Harry's eyes turned red when he saw the cake, and he walked up to Hagrid and hugged Hagrid's thigh.

Hagrid scratched his head and said shyly, "You're welcome, as long as you don't mind the taste of pizza on the cake.

There was no other way, as there was no cake box at home, so I had to use this box that used to hold pizza to make ends meet. "

Compared to Harry hastily cutting a piece of cake and feeding it to his mouth, Ed looked much more graceful.

Just put his hands on the edge of the plate, waiting for Harry to finish eating, Ed was still worried about Hagrid's cooking skills.

However, it seemed that the taste should be acceptable. Harry ate with relish, and was already asking for a second piece.

Hagrid, who was cutting the cake, asked Harry: "Harry, you are, how did you know the name of 'that person'?"

"Who? Voldemort?"

"Shhh!!"

Hagrid swore it was one of the loudest "that guy" names he'd heard in years.Apart from Dumbledore, no one dared to call Voldemort like that.

(End of this chapter)