[HP]Love and Hogwarts

"...Why did you come to me?" Perhaps it was because we hadn't seen each other for a long time. Harry stared silently at Kahn's face for a while, then turned his head unnaturally and said a little aggrievedly.

"Oh... there may be many reasons for this." Kahn avoided his sight, clenched his fist and coughed.

"?" Although he was not satisfied with the answer, it did not affect Harry's good mood now, "I am very happy that you are here. I thought I would have to be locked in the house this summer vacation."

"Nothing," Kahn shook his head, handed him the birthday gift he had prepared long ago, and said in a low voice: "Happy birthday, Harry, I hope whatever wish you make will come true."

"Wang Wang!"

"Shh-" Harry quickly stopped the big black dog from barking. He stretched out his head and looked around in a panic, held his breath again, raised his ears and listened. When he saw that there was no movement, he breathed a sigh of relief and started again. Sit back.

"Thank you, what's in this?" Harry blinked, wiped the sweat from his hands on his pants, and took the gift box excitedly.

"It's your birthday present." Kahn said seriously.

"You can also say something I don't know." Harry muttered quietly, with a smile on his face and quickly unwrapped the gift.

Inside the box is a book with a thick blue cover, thicker than a brick. Different from its plain appearance, when you open it, the first thing that catches your eye is the cursive catalog that Kahn specially wrote for the sake of beauty. The catalog clearly records the divisions of each content, from Quidditch tactics to the famous Quidditch World Cup teams of the past, Quidditch stars with novel playing styles recently published in magazines, and short stories about the evolution of Quidditch. , the most popular broomstick and more.

You won't find a more comprehensive guide to Quidditch than this book. Ever since she thought of this gift while lying by the fireplace on Christmas Day last school year, whenever she saw something about Quidditch while reading in the library, she would write it down. The Quidditch magazine Malfoy read, if the content was interesting She didn't let it go. Over time, she recorded so much without even realizing it.

Seeing that the thickness was acceptable, she sorted it out and spent a few weeks writing two books, one of which was given to Malfoy during her vacation. Fortunately, she could use her magic power to control several quills and write by herself. Otherwise, she might not be able to finish one book in half a year, let alone two books.

"Oh my God!" After Harry turned two pages in surprise, he couldn't help but grinned and said, "I like it so much!" For this gift that you can tell just by looking at it, it's more than enough. He likes it. If it weren't for special circumstances, he would want to stand up and jump twice.

Sure enough, it was right to give a gift to a boy of this age in a direction related to Quidditch - Kahn nodded with satisfaction at his superb emotional intelligence.

Harry held the book in his arms with great care and looked at her like a newborn lamb with a thin glint in his eyes. He stared at her without saying a word for a while, then lowered his head and whispered. Said: "Thank you, Kahn, I really can't imagine what the world would be like without you..."

"Without me, the world would still be the same world." Kahn wondered why he suddenly said this, but he still honestly said what was in his heart.

Harry shook his head and did not answer her words, "Can we still be together like this next year?" he said.

"As long as Mrs. Harriet doesn't move again." Kahn looked at his expression carefully and said after thinking for a while.

After receiving the promise, Harry immediately shook off the sudden irritating emotion and nodded his head cheerfully twice.

The big black dog was lying on the ground, its tail hanging motionlessly behind its back. Its eyes looked at Kahn for a while, then at Harry. Finally, it sat up from the ground and took another step closer to Harry.

Kahn looked around at it and Harry and said, "It seems to like you very much, Harry."

She had noticed a long time ago that the big black dog, who was not energetic at first, had almost been glued to Harry since the moment he saw Harry emerging from the window.

"Really?" Harry looked at the black dog sitting next to him with some surprise. He was not afraid of it. Although it was a little unnerving to see such a big dog sitting next to him for the first time, but as long as he thought about it, it was a dog. He couldn't be afraid at all if he was brought in by grace. Moreover, it was well raised by Kahn. It has a well-proportioned body and its black fur is smooth and shiny. It is a handsome dog no matter from which angle you look at it.

He already liked dogs. After seeing what Kahn said, he couldn't help but tentatively reached out and rubbed the dog's head. The big black dog did exactly what Kahn said, without any resistance and even lowered its head to let him touch it.

"It's really nice." Harry touched it and withdrew his hand, turned to Kahn and asked curiously: "When did you raise it?"

She cupped her chin with one hand in boredom, and occasionally tapped a purple-leafed duckweed that came out of a crack in the ground next to her with her other hand. In response to Harry's question, she waved her hand without any hesitation and said, "No. I was raised by Mrs. Harriet."

The big black dog twitched its ears and flicked its tail inadvertently, hitting Kahn's calf with a moderate slap. Kahn, who lowered his head because of the touch on his legs, could only see the big black dog's lying back facing Harry, so he moved its tail to the other side and sat back further.

"So that's it," Harry didn't expect that the lady, who was so serious and seemed to be busy all the time, would like such a clingy animal like a dog. So I asked a few more questions: "Then why did you bring it out?"

"I walk the dog and feed it. It eats too much, and Mrs. Harriet has begun to talk about selling me to feed it." As if to show her distress, she finished He also sighed lightly.

"Then who does it usually follow?" Harry was not fooled by her exaggerated performance, but he patted her shoulder comfortingly and asked.

"It doesn't follow anyone. When it's full, it lies under the tree and sleeps. If I go out, it wakes up and follows me."

"Oh -" Harry responded dryly, and then said with a strange expression: "Can't this be called your child?"

"Of course." Kahn said without changing his expression. There was no desire to tell Harry exactly why. The reason was very simple, because she didn't feel the need to explain. The big black dog was indeed raised by Mrs. Harriet, and everything she said was true. Even when he claimed that he didn't like dogs, not a single word of it was a lie.

She really doesn't like dogs, but she can't say she hates them. In comparison, it's like a plate of food on the table that she doesn't like but can eat. And she has always viewed all characters and things with this thought and mood. It might make Harry sad to say that when she first met Harry, she might not have liked him as much as she did when she met the big black dog for the first time.

She was still in the same mood in the wheat field at that time. She ignored the black dog following her and walked to the nearest subway station without even looking back at it before boarding the train. When the train conductor asked her if the black dog was hers, Kahn shook his head and denied it.

What happened next was interesting, and it was also the reason why Kahn chose to persuade Mrs. Harriet to keep it. After the flight attendant received Kahn's reply, he immediately contacted his colleagues and wanted to catch the big black dog and send it to a stray dog ​​rescue center; their job is to ensure the safety of passengers, and it was obvious that such a big black dog was The stray dogs wandering around in the train were obviously a failure on their part.

Of course, the ending goes without saying. Since the big black dog is now with Kahn, it can completely explain the fact that it was not caught by the train conductor. That's an understatement. The scene at that time makes Kahn still sigh when he thinks about it.

Have you ever seen a dog as big as a black bear, followed by seven or eight conductors, climbing over walls and walls in the subway? ——Kahn saw it and thought its inexplicable persistence in following her was very interesting. Out of this feeble interest, she took it back to the Happy Home.

"Speaking of which, I wanted to ask just now - ah, his quilt was not folded." Seeing that Harry seemed to have no questions to ask, Kahn stood up and looked behind him. After seeing nothing unusual, he sat down and said : "Why are we hiding outside the window of your uncle's room?"

Sure enough, I asked anyway! Yes, how could you not ask? Harry laughed at his own whims in his heart. Not daring to look at Kahn, he looked away slightly and said stutteringly: "No, I'm not avoiding him, I'm just waiting for him."

"It's surprising that your relationship is so good now." Kahn tilted his head and looked at him and said.

Harry frowned when he heard this, his expression was as ugly as eating an apple and finding half a worm in the cut.

"Don't say such things," Harry covered his face with one hand and said in a heavy and weak voice, "It's just that you can see the road from here, so we can find out in advance when he comes back. He went to pick up Aunt Maggie. That's his sister, she's going to be here for a week - I really wish it was a chimpanzee who could show off eating bananas, but she's just trying to make my life worse."

She sounded like a ruthless character who was no worse than Uncle Vernon. Although Harry had tried to mention her in a calm tone, Kahn could still easily hear the disgust in his words when he mentioned that person.

Harry paused here, turned to look at Kahn, and asked in a lower voice: "Have you received the letter from Hogwarts? About Hogsmeade?"

Hogsmeade is a wonderful village. The whole village is full of wizards. Fred and George once brought her a pocket-sized tit feather quill from the "Literary Quill Shop" in the village. Although it was short, It's short, but surprisingly good at storing ink.

There are conditions for going to Hogsmeade Village. Only students in third grade or above can go, and they must have the signature of their guardian.

"Got it," Kahn nodded, "Mrs. Harriet signed it for me. I'm already looking forward to the start of school. Draco said that as long as I accompany him, he will buy me whatever I want - I’ve thought about it, I’m going to buy a teacup that bites my nose.”

Harry couldn't help but show a stomachache expression, took a deep breath, and then shook the annoying name out of his mind, and said dejectedly: "Yes, that's the reason. What kind of person is my uncle? Clearly, he cannot see me happy, and if nothing else happens, he will never sign the permission form for me."

He let out an irritated breath and continued: "But I took a chance. Aunt Maggie doesn't know about magic. Uncle Vernon and the others have been hiding it from her. They also lied to her and said that I am currently a juvenile delinquent in the St. Bruce Security Center. At school, I threatened... to Uncle Vernon that I would never act with him unless he signed a permission form for me - and he agreed."

"The condition is that I have to pretend to be a Muggle for the next week." After Harry said the last sentence, he scratched his hair and sighed deeply.

Muggles have to look like Muggles in order to perform well as Muggles. He had let Hedwig out again in the morning, hiding the presents, birthday cards, and even the wand and homework. Logically he should be staying in the house now, waiting for Uncle Vernon to come back. ...But, Kahn came to him specifically, how could he bear to stay in the house and persuade her to go back.

"Well done, Harry." Kahn said with praise, "Are you a Muggle now? If so, wouldn't it be very bad for you if I am around you now?"

"I think it's not too late to pretend until they come back." He said with a fluke attitude.

Kahn looked at Harry, then looked away and looked behind him a few times, then pointed his finger behind his back and said, "But your Uncle Vernon and Aunt Maggie are already looking forward to your welcome. "

As her usual plain and soft voice fell, a half-new car drove slowly towards her like a trembling piece of tofu under the scorching sun, its roof reflecting white light.