A day at Hogwarts

On the last day of August, in the garden of No. 3 Privet Drive, a handsome boy with glasses was watering the flowers and plants in the garden.

There was the sound of a car approaching, Harry looked up happily and found that it was not Mr. Smith's car, and sighed in disappointment.

"well……"

Harry sighed, he had to go to school tomorrow, if Mr. Smith didn't come back, who would get the reward for this holiday.

He didn't have pocket money from the Dursleys like Dudley, and he could only help Mr. Smith with watering the flowers, mowing the lawn, washing the car and helping Charles with his vacation homework if he wanted to make money.

Mr Smith was generous enough to get £1,000 every three days for gardening and five-day car cleaning during the two months of summer vacation.

Harry felt that it was a pity that Charles had also graduated from elementary school this year, so he had no summer homework, otherwise it would be a good income.

It's just that I'm going to Hogwarts tomorrow, and Charles may go to a middle school like Eton that Dudley can't even think about, so I can't help him with his holiday homework in the future.

Dudley had wanted to make the money, but he had been kicked out by Mr. Smith after he had swamped the garden, and Harry remembered the first time Uncle Vernon had scolded Dudley that night.

Harry turned off the tap, tied up the garbage bag full of freshly cut branches and put it in the designated place, then went into the house and took a bottle of Charles' Happy Water from the refrigerator and went back to his room, which is No. 3 Privet Drive. Room.

He lay down on the bed after drinking the happy water in one gulp, hiccupped, feeling peaceful in his heart.

There is an iron box with a lock beside the bed, and all the money I got from Mr. Smith and Charles are put in it.

Harry only used the money to go to the nearby boxing club with Charles to study, and to learn everything else, mainly so as not to stay so long at his aunt's house.

At this moment he could not help wondering whether he should put it in the Gringotts vault as well.

He looked at the bookshelf in the room again, and there were many books on it, all of which were taken from Charles's bookshelf, and they were all novels such as detective collections of Sherlock Holmes.

It was not yet noon, Harry was in a daze for a while, and decided to stay here again today until evening before going back.

Anyway, there is still food in the refrigerator, so I left a note and asked Mr. Smith to deduct the meal money from his salary.

But he felt that Mr. Smith would not buckle it.

Harry lay down for a while, feeling a little bored, so he simply went to the gym next door, put on gloves and practiced boxing against sandbags.

At this time, a scene from a month ago kept replaying in his mind, it was a perfect uppercut.

The sandbag was hit "bang bang" non-stop, Harry didn't know how many times he repeated it, and he always felt that he was still missing something very important compared to that punch.

But at this time, his stomach made a "cuckoo" sound like Hedwig, so he had to go downstairs to the kitchen to get himself a whole meal.

When Harry was hanging his own gloves on the wall, he saw Charles' gloves beside him, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

He was thinking that if he told Charles about his recent experience, Charles would definitely say that he was talking in his sleep.

There were still meatballs in tomato sauce in the refrigerator. Harry happily cooked a large pot of noodles, mixed them with the hot meatballs, and had a delicious meal.

He didn't know what the meatballs were made of, they tasted like chicken, and they were crunchy to the bite, so he left two of them to feed Hedwig.

After a sweaty afternoon at the gym, Harry made himself another dinner, watched some hilarious TV in the living room, made sure the water and electricity were turned off, left a note and went back to the dark At No. 4 Privet Drive, I fell asleep with a longing for a better life in the future.

Harry was a little overwhelmed by his experience at the train station the next day. Fortunately, with the help of the red-haired family, he came to platform 9.

The platform looked chaotic, with the sounds of people saying goodbye and pets screaming one after another, and even Hedwig hooted as if competing with other owls.

Suddenly, Harry heard a familiar voice: "Don't be cowardly when you arrive at Hogwarts. If someone bullies you and you don't want to do it, write to me. I will deal with the parents."

He recognized it was Mr. Smith's voice, but when he turned his head, a few tall people happened to pass by and blocked his view. After they walked away, he didn't know anyone there.

Harry shook his head, thinking that he missed the £1,000 so much that he mistook someone else's voice for Mr. Smith's.

The train drove, Harry had a good time, met his first wizard friend Ron Weasley, shared lunch with friends, saw chocolate jumping like a frog and moving photos, like a lottery The boy who eats Bibi's multi-flavored beans and looks for the toad...

"Thump, thump, thump!"

At this time, someone knocked on the carriage door and asked politely, "Excuse me, is it convenient to open the door?"

Harry was waiting for Ron to use his wand to cast a spell on the half-dead mouse, and when he heard the voice, he subconsciously replied, "It's not convenient!"

After two blinks, Harry was taken aback suddenly, and opened the door of the carriage faster than hiding his fist on the boxing ring, looked at the pretty boy outside the door and shouted in surprise: "Charles! Why are you here?!"

"Hey, Harry!" Charles greeted the two people in the carriage with a smile, "This is also Mr. Weasley, I just met a prefect, Percy Weasley, whose hair is the same as yours color."

Ron had just heard Harry mention this name, which was the same as his second brother (only the Chinese translation was different), and when he learned that he was the only person Harry could count as a friend, he also greeted him politely.

Charles introduced Bucktooth Jane and Freckles Wei behind them, and then asked, "Have you seen Neville's toad?"

Harry replied, "No."

Ron also said: "He came to ask just now."

Neville's face became even more bitter.

At this time, Hermione saw Ron holding the wand, and her curiosity about magic overwhelmed her curiosity about Harry. She said curiously and expectantly, "Ah, are you casting a spell? Can you show me?"

As she spoke, she walked into the car and sat next to Ron, asking non-stop: "What spell are you going to cast on it? Transfiguration spell? Or magnify it?"

Harry was as curious about magic as Hermione at this time, so instead of asking Charles questions, he looked at Ron the same.

Ron looked a little at a loss, and said "Oh" twice before saying, "Then you watch it."

Next, Charles smiled and watched as Ron was there "sunshine, daisies, sweet cream, turning this silly fat mouse yellow", and then nothing happened, and the gray spots remained the same.

"Are you sure it's a spell?" Hermione asked, frowning. "I've practiced a few spells in front of the textbook at home, and they all work..."

Charles squeezed his chin after she finished chirping and said, "Maybe this mouse has suffered from heat stroke. Why don't you feed it to the owl."