trainer at hogwarts

Morris, who successfully solved his physical difficulties, felt relaxed.

I washed my hands coolly and walked out leisurely, when I saw a little boy squatting in the woods next to me.

Curious, he watched silently.

The little boy looked a little smaller than him, with a thin body wearing unfitting fat and shabby clothes.

Who would come to an amusement park now when conditions are so difficult?

Morris slowly typed a question mark.

Shaking his head, he lamented the hardships in the world, sprinkled the remaining water on his hands, and prepared to return the way he came.

The little boy stood up slowly, seemed to wipe his eyes, and turned his head.

God, who did I see?

Morris wiped his eyes with a half-dry hand and stared at the boy intently.

The overly hot eyes caught the little boy's attention, but he seemed to be frightened by Morris, stumbling and whispering softly: "I'm sorry about that one."

"Ha" Morris was a little confused, "I'm sorry."

The little boy said "Ah, ah" several times without saying anything.

"No." Morris shook his head and said, "I should be sorry."

The little boy waved his hand: "It doesn't matter. But do we know each other? Why are you looking at me like this?"

Because you are a star and you are my childhood idol Morris screamed in his heart.

"Ahem, you are destined to me." Morris, who was trying to keep calm on the surface, began to lie, "I had a feeling that we would meet one day in the future, but I didn't expect it to be so soon."

The little boy was confused, what was he talking about.

"Oh, um, maybe, um, hello," the little boy stammered, "well, I'm not quite sure what you're talking about. Sorry."

"It's okay, you don't need to understand." Morris laughed awkwardly and stretched out his hand, "Get to know Morris Hill."

The little boy shyly stretched out his hand: "Hello, my name is Harry Potter."

The moment their hands came into contact, Morris felt a sudden sharp pain at the mark on his hand. He hurriedly withdrew his hand, covered his other hand and half-knelt on the ground.

fuck a plant

Why, suddenly, appeared, this kind of moth?

"What's wrong with you?" Harry Potter saw his new friend suddenly appear in pain. He panicked and wanted to ask the passersby for help, but when he raised his head, there was no one around.

"Are you okay? What should I do?" Harry supported Maurice and stood at a loss.

A white light lit up between the two people, covering their figures

Maurice and Harry sat on the ground helpless.

When the white light just turned on, what happened that night in the sewer was repeated again, and waves of noisy male and female screams filled the whole brain; the mark on the hand was different from the previous piercing and deep pain, but a kind of pain. Tearing pain.

What is it? Next comes burning pain, throbbing pain, dull pain, and cramping pain. Is it going to burst?

mmp

"Are you okay?" Morris stood up with difficulty, "I'm sorry, I have implicated you."

Harry felt that his three views had been subverted: "Fah, what happened? Why did I hear a voice in my ear? Uh, how to describe the roar? I'm sorry, you may not have heard it. It's not your fault. I know. , I’m a little weird sometimes, people around me keep saying that, I’m sorry, maybe”

Morris: ""

What has this child been through? Come to think of it, his childhood was miserable enough.

Morris raised his hand and looked at the fatal crown mark: "No, brother, this is my pot, and I didn't expect that such sparks would erupt when I touch you."

He found that the color of the crown mark on his hand had changed, glowing slightly blue in the sunlight.

"What's wrong with you?" Harry was also startled. Seeing Morris looking at his hand, he raised his hand as well, "What is this?"

Maurice was also shocked by him. Following his gaze, he saw that there was also a crown mark on Harry's palm, but the difference was that the mark was pure black.

Ah this

There is a suspicion emerging from the bottom of Morris's heart, so the tearing pain in the front is probably not really tearing.

No, you can't laugh. If Dumbledore knew about this, his school life might really become more colorful.

"What is this?" Harry looked at the mark on his hand in horror.

Morris silently mourned for him and asked with concern: "Did you hear a female voice in front of you?"

"Female voice." Harry shook his head, then was surprised, "Ah, you heard it too."

Morris nodded.

It seems that this guess

But how to explain this? Harry Potter has not yet set foot in the magical world, and Dumbledore does not want him to know too much about the magical world before entering school. Of course, he could pretend that he had no idea what was going on and tell Harry. As for whether Dumbledore would believe it, Morris felt that he probably wouldn't believe it.

Don't ask why, just ask directly.

A man's intuition.

"Um, Harry." Morris rolled his eyes and started to make up a story, "Let me just say that we are very destined. Originally, this mark was exclusive to me, but as soon as you came, we shared it. , isn’t it amazing?”

Harry: ""

Ah, ah, ah.

Morris continued to lie: "So let's take this thing as a testimony of our friendship. If you have any difficulties, just come to me. We can share toys and food. How about it? Not bad."

Harry: ""

Isn’t this world a little magical?

"Uh, of course. To be honest, I don't have any friends. I'm really happy that you are willing to be my friend, but I don't have this experience. Thank you for that," Harry said with some stumble but sincerity.

What a good boy, what a pity.

Morris wanted to make up for his inner guilt and said, "Let me perform a magic trick for you."

"Magic" Harry's eyes widened.

"Yes, you have to look carefully." Morris waved his hand in front of him, "Look, there is nothing."

"Hmm." Harry was quickly attracted.

Morris clenched his hand into a fist, waited for a few seconds, and then opened it. A red light flashed, and a blue bird with white cloud-like wings appeared in the palm of his hand.

"How is it?" Morris said with a smile. This was the result after he discovered that the messenger wasn't enough at school.

The owl wants to deliver letters from the magical world and buy some magical materials.

Frozen Bird wants to work part-time in cold chain express delivery.

Gardevoir had to stay by her side, and she would panic without protection.

Crystal lanterns and leaf elves are not suitable for shopping.

Morris, who has always enjoyed multi-line express delivery online, finally couldn't help but summoned another bird.

Fortunately, there was a mark as a cover, and Qingmianniao was weak enough that no one noticed.