Harry Potter and the Badger Who Can’t Magic

The long summer vacation has begun. Auston took Sissy home early.

However, as should be expected, the Browns are often very busy in the summer. Mr. Brown has to make a mid-year report, and Mrs. Brown has to substitute for his colleagues when they are traveling.

Auston cooks at home, does housework, does laundry, and answers all her doubts to Sissi every day.

"Oss, you said it's been a week, why hasn't Harry sent me a single reply?" Sissy was leaning against the cupboard and eating peaches.

And her miserable brother was cutting a broccoli in front of the chopping board,

"I've told you many times," Auston looked up at her impatiently, "don't use owls to send letters to Harry after the holiday, send them directly through the post office, he's not giving you the address of his uncle's house. ."

"But the owl is fast. It takes at least a week for a letter from the post office, and we will start school before we get through a few letters."

While complaining, she threw leftover peach pips into the trash can. With a thud—the peach pips rubbed the side of the bucket and fell outside.

Auston glared at her, then bent over to pick up the peach kernels and threw them into the bucket, continuing to enlighten her.

"That can't be helped. The people who live with him are a bunch of pedantic Muggles. They're not used to the way wizards communicate, you have to understand."

Auston washed his hands and continued to chop vegetables.

"Ah..." Qian Qian sighed, so worried that she couldn't eat the second peach.

"We can go to him if you want to see him. Surrey is just over two hundred miles from us anyway. But we might have to change trains in London."

Auston suggested the kitchen knife.

"The bus is too slow, can't we use the Floo network, or the broom?"

"Okay," Auston rolled her eyes at her, "unless you want to be kicked out by his uncle as a lunatic before you see Harry."

"Oh," the little girl sighed again, "Muggles are really troublesome, I don't know if Harry suffered there."

Auston sneered in his heart, if the plot is correct, I am afraid that the house elf who tried his best to protect Harry will appear soon. It was a nightmare for him.

"Ow—" He was thinking, but he didn't notice that the vegetables in his hand had already been cut. Another knife cut accurately to his finger.

Immediately, blood oozes out along the nails that were split in half. Auston knelt on the ground clutching his fingers in pain.

Sissi was also startled by his loud voice, and she hurriedly stepped forward to look at Auston's hand.

"Why are you so careless!" Seeing the blood dripping on the floor, she became anxious, "Wait, I'll call 999!"

"No," Auston stopped her in time, "just go and get me a Band-Aid in the drawer under the coffee table."

He can't afford to lose that person when he cuts a vegetable and cuts his fingers to make an ambulance call.

Maybe it's numbness, Auston has gradually stopped feeling the pain.

When the little girl ran barefoot to the living room to find a Band-Aid, he carefully removed his hand and looked at the cut finger. The originally long wound on it was miraculously healed.

He couldn't close his mouth in surprise, and rubbed his fingers hard, trying to find the cut marks.

However, that finger was intact as if it had never been hurt.

Auston quickly wiped his eyes, but his fingers were still intact. Only the two dried blood spots on the ground reminded him that this was not a dream.

Qian Qian ran back barefoot again, complaining while unpacking the Band-Aid,

"Where is it in the drawer of the coffee table? I searched for it for a long time before I found it in the TV cabinet. Come on, which hand has been cut, reach out."

When Auston stretched out his perfect hand to her, he angered her,

"That's not it! You're still in the mood to joke here! Mom said that if the tendon in the finger is cut off, the finger will be useless!"

"That's it." Auston also felt a little guilty, "I don't know how it healed."

After hearing this, Sissy got even more angry, she threw the Band-Aid on Auston's face.

"You're making fun of me with such a serious matter! Alston Brown, you're a big liar!"

After speaking, she turned around and left.

Auston followed her to the living room,

"Please, Qian Qian, I really didn't tease you, and I don't know what's going on. Look at the blood on my hand!" He stretched out his hand to show Qian Qian, "There is also blood on the kitchen knife. The ground is all evidence!"

Qian Qianli ignored him and went upstairs. Leave him alone downstairs and sigh.

During lunch, Sissi was always angry, no matter what Auston told her, she didn't say a word. After eating, she went straight upstairs to her own room.

After she left, Auston shook his head helplessly and picked up the dishes.

Suddenly, dong dong dong! There was a knock on the window.

Auston looked up, and outside the window was a gray owl with a light yellow envelope in its mouth.

This owl is young and strong, and doesn't look like Errol from Ron's house.

It should be Hermione's letter. Now Sissi can't even hold this letter without him talking.

He hurriedly opened the window, and let the owl enter the house, took the letter from its mouth, and took a piece of leftover cheese from the dining table and handed it to it.

The owl swallowed the cheese, rubbed his hand and flew away.

Auston looked at the letter in his hand. On the pale yellow envelope was a circle-and-circle font, and it was written in dark green ink: Mr. Auston Brown received, signed Albus Dumbledore.

Auston was a little surprised that Dumbledore never wrote him a personal letter. He picked up the envelope knife on the side of the table and carefully cut it open, and two pieces of paper fell out.

Auston bent over to pick it up, and saw that one of the letters was in a completely different font from the envelope. The inscription was not Dumbledore, but Nicholas Flamel, but Dumbledore's name was in the upper left corner of the letter. .

Auston smiled and shook his head. Dumbledore was so confused that he actually put a letter sent to him in the envelope to Auston.

He looked at another piece of paper, it was Dumbledore's letter to him,

'good afternoon,

Auston

Did you have a good summer vacation? I was very busy. Ever since the news of your annihilation of Voldemort spread like wildfire, people have been asking me about where you live. Even the reporters from the Daily Prophet wanted to ask me for a picture of you to put in their paper. Of course I am not writing this letter to ask you for pictures.

I want to talk to you about the magic stone that you ate. I don't know if you have encountered anything strange. Nicole, the stone's owner, told me that he had slightly altered the stone. Now, in addition to saving lives, it seems to have some other functions. Nico would like to invite you to come to him so he can observe the changes in your body, see the next letter for details.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore'

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