HP Magic Biography

Privat Street still looks like a good suburban street on a Saturday morning. All the curtains were closed, and as far as Harry could see in the darkness, there was no one, not even a cat.

But... but... Harry walked restlessly back to the bed, sat down, and ran his fingers over the scar on his head.

It wasn't the pain that bothered him. Harry was no stranger to pain and pain. He had lost all the bones in his right arm, and had to endure the severe pain that grew back overnight. Shortly thereafter, the same right arm was pierced by a nearly foot-long fang. Falling off a flying broom at fifty feet only last year. He was used to the odd accidents and injuries. As soon as you go to Hogwarts wizarding school, the first thing you learn is to get into trouble, these things are inevitable.

In fact, it's not that Harry took the initiative to find trouble, but there is really no way to trouble such things, otherwise what would you ask Malfoy to do, and Voldemort?

What bothered Harry, though, was that this time, the scars were stinging him. Maybe Voldemort used to be nearby...but Voldemort couldn't be here now...think Voldemort walking on Privet Street, Little Whinging, or, Privet Drive? This idea is ridiculous, completely impossible...

Harry listened carefully in the silence. He longed to hear the creak of the stairs, he longed to hear the rustle of the coat. Then he jumped slightly when he heard Cousin Dudley snoring loudly in the next room.

Pigtails did suit him well, although Harry felt that sometimes Dudley's behavior was to smear the pigs.

Harry shook his body angrily. It was so stupid just now. There was no one else in the house except Uncle Dursley, Aunt Petunia, and Cousin Dudley. They were all asleep, undisturbed, and in no pain.

Harry liked them best when they were asleep, and it wouldn't do him any good if they were awake, and the three of them were the only family Harry had in the world.

None of them were wizards, they hated magic and despised magic, and Harry was certainly in their house.

Harry wasn't here for the first three years, he went to Hogwarts, and they explained to the neighbors that Harry went to the Juvenile House in St. Mordo. They knew very well that an underage wizard was not allowed to use magic outside Hogwarts, but if there was anything wrong with the house, they would blame him.

Being in the Dursleys' family was simply too bad. If Fan Lin was here, it would be better. However, Fan Lin went to Athens, and he just sent Fan Lin away last month.

Now, here, it's just the Dursleys.

But Harry would never believe them, nor would he tell them about his life in the wizarding world. As for going to them when they woke up, telling them about the scars and worrying about Voldemort, Ridiculous.

Let them know what Voldemort has done, and they will absolutely be scared to death.

However, it was because of Voldemort that Harry came to live with Dudley here, if it wasn't for Voldemort, Harry wouldn't have the scar on his forehead, if it wasn't for Voldemort, Harry's parents would still be alive... …

Harry was only one year old when Voldemort, the most powerful dark wizard of this century, who had ruled for eleven years, came to his house and killed his father and mother that night. Finally Voldemort pointed his wand at Harry, Voldemort was going to cast the spell that had ruined so many adult wizards and wizards, which had brought him step by step to the top of power, but incredibly, the spell didn't work.

Not only did Harry not be killed, but Voldemort was punished for it. Harry survived save for a thunderbolt scar on his forehead, while Voldemort was all but wiped out. His powers gone, his mind nearly broken, and he fled. As a result, fear among the wizarding community disappeared, and Voldemort's followers scattered. Harry Potter became famous in one fell swoop.

On his eleventh birthday, Harry found out that he was a wizard, which was enough to surprise him, and he was even more surprised when he discovered that in the world of the hidden wizard,

Everyone knows his name. Harry had been to Hogwarts and found that wherever he went everyone turned their heads and whispered behind him.

However, this was all brought to him by his mother, and Fan Lin and Dumbledore had explained it to him in detail.

Such a thing can be said to be an honor, and it should be borne by his mother.

But he was used to it now, after this summer was over and his fourth year at Hogwarts was about to start, the days to return to the castle were numbered.

But there are still two weeks until school starts. He looked around for a while, his eyes resting on the birthday card, which was sent by his three good friends at the end of July. If you wrote to them and told them about the scars, what would they say?

Immediately, Hermione Granger's voice sounded in his head, the voice was harsh and panicked.

Does your scar hurt? Harry, it's really serious. Write to Professor Dumbledore. I'll go to the Charms department, maybe there can be found a spell to heal the scar left by the dark arts...

Yes, that would indeed be Hermione's suggestion, go straight to the headmaster of Hogwarts, and look for books at the same time. Harry looked out at the blue and black sky, and he wondered if there was such a book that could help him. As far as he knew, he was the only wizard to escape Voldemort's curse. So it's almost impossible to find the pain symptoms listed in the General Charms section.

As for telling the principal, I don't know where he went to entertain himself after the holiday.

No, Fan Lin said that both he and Dumbledore were in Athens.

Well, Harry hasn't been anywhere, even, Harry has never left England, maybe he should go out and have a look.

However, no matter where Dumbledore is, Harry is sure that Hedwig can find Dumbledore, Harry's owl has not failed, it can always deliver the letter to anyone accurately, even if there is no address . But what did he write about?

Dear Professor Dumbledore, I am sorry to disturb you, but my scars sting this morning. Yours faithfully, Harry Potter.

Words came to his mind, words that sounded downright silly.

So Harry tried hard to think about the reaction of his other best friend, Ron Weasley. After a while, Ron's long-nosed, pockmarked face seemed to float towards the ground, looking blankly and bewildered. expression.

Does your scar hurt? But...but 'that man' can't get close to you?...I mean...you know that, don't you? He probably wants to kill you again, doesn't he? I don't know , Harry, maybe the curse scar will always hurt... I'll ask Dad...

Mr. Weasley was a fully qualified wizard who worked in the Ministry of Magic offices, but had no specific experience in the business of curses. Anyway, Harry didn't want the whole Weasleys going around for a few minutes of his sting.

Mrs. Weasley would say worse than Hermione, and Fred, George, Ron's sixteen-year-old twin brother, probably thought Harry was crazy. The Weasleys were Harry's favorite family. He hoped they'd invite him to spend some time, (Ron had already mentioned about the Quidditch World Cup), anyway, he didn't want them asking this and that because they were worried when he visited them.

This is always a troublesome thing, some small scars and stings, in exchange for endless trouble and worry.

Harry hated it, but there was nothing he could do about it.

And the rest seemed to be Fan Lin.

Fan Lin appeared in front of Harry's eyes, a very handsome and excellent little wizard.

Although Fan Lin is one year younger than Harry, this does not prevent Fan Lin from being powerful.

It doesn't seem like a good idea to look at Fan Lin through the eyes of an ordinary little wizard.

Harry had never seen such a powerful little wizard, and Fan Lin was even stronger than many ordinary adult wizards.

The unimaginable reserve of magical knowledge, as well as those novel magics, are not possessed by Harry, and at Hogwarts, many things are decided by Fan Lin.

Now it seems that this is the most appropriate way to write a letter to Fan Lin.

but……

Harry thought about it, and it seemed that he still had candidates.

Sirius, his godfather.

It has to be said that Sirius is a qualified father in Fan Lin's eyes. At least, the care Harry feels from Sirius is unprecedented.

An illusion of being protected by real relatives, I have to say, this is very warm.

However, to Harry's displeasure, Sirius was not serving as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts.

Well, Sirius is indeed not suitable to be a professor, and in this regard, Hermione does not have the authority to come.

Sirius is more devoted to actual combat, but this does not help them cope with the exam.

However, Sirius seemed to be in Athens with Fan Lin, and the letter from Sirius and Fan Lin was delivered together.

What the hell are they doing?

Such questions have always existed in Harry's mind, but no one mentioned them in the letter.

Fan Lin was just going to study, Harry had no right to ask what Dumbledore said, and then Sirius...

Harry was indeed a little angry, but Sirius was still his godfather after all.

If you write to Fan Lin, Sirius should be able to see it too, right?

It seemed impossible.

However, writing to Fan Lin is indeed the best candidate. Maybe Fan Lin can give him some good suggestions for giving magic.

Harry sat in front of the desk, and the quill was still placed on the table. In fact, after he got older, the Dursleys seldom entered his room. Not a wise choice.

Harry wrote down the dream in detail, and he trusted Hedwig, even though he didn't have the exact address.