A little badger from Hogwarts

After something like the Death Eater attack, Hart had thought he would have some time off.

As a result, a professor came to visit the next day and took him to visit those Muggle families.

Fortunately, those Death Eaters did not cause trouble again. They seemed to have disappeared in Britain overnight.

When faced with the wizard's visit, some parents were willing to believe it, while others simply drove them away.

But most people are willing to take a trip to Diagon Alley to satisfy their curiosity.

At the same time, Hart also sent the first version of the "Admission Guide" that he spent several nights to compile to every little wizard.

Almost a month later, through word-of-mouth spread among the little wizards, the reputation of the Admission Guide was completely established.

Hart already had a premonition that a large amount of gold galleons would flow towards him like running water.

The only problem is that Professor McGonagall is a little unhappy with this way of making money.

Hart felt that the way she was staring at him was wrong. If Dumbledore had not specifically discussed this matter with Professor McGonagall, he would be dead.

Fortunately, I survived in the end.

Time came to the end of the month, and Hart completed his plan step by step.

Until the day of July 7, Hagrid knocked on his door again.

"Hagrid, you may not know this, but I have the day off."

Hart leaned against the door, showing no intention of inviting him in.

Hagrid didn't notice Hart's intention of rejecting the guest. He said excitedly: "Guess who I'm going to pick up today?"

"Harry Potter!"

Hart's answer made Hagrid's smile freeze on his face.

He scratched his head and said naively: "How do you know this?"

Hart pulled out a piece of the Daily Prophet, and the headline on it was "Harry Potter, the great savior's birthday is coming, and he is about to return to the wizarding world."

"Oh!" Hagrid suddenly realized: "The entire wizarding world is indeed looking forward to Harry's return. I think it is more appropriate to do it on his birthday."

"I hope you enjoy yourself!"

Hart was listless. He had not slept for several days in order to compile a new version of the Admissions Guide, and now he just wanted to sleep.

Hagrid scratched his chin and said with some embarrassment: "Well, I didn't want to say this, but Professor Dumbledore ordered you to come with me to pick up Harry."

I knew that the old bee was definitely going to drag me into his savior training plan.

Hart hammered the wall bitterly.

He said: "Hagrid, I'm really tired now. Well, you can bring Harry to me, and then we'll take him to Diagon Alley tomorrow. What do you think?"

"I think it's good." Hagrid agreed to the arrangement, turned around and went downstairs.

Hart closed the door, rubbed his sore head, dragged his heavy body into the bedroom, and fell on his soft bed.

Harry's story didn't stay in his mind for even a minute before he fell asleep, and his snoring began to echo in the room.

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With Hart's support, after Hagrid punished the Dursleys, he took Harry out of the shabby house and headed straight to London on the Flying Motorcycle.

"Hagrid, is this Hart Woolley really only fourteen years old?"

After Harry heard that Hart actually lived alone in London, he felt incredible and a little envious at the same time.

Hagrid, a rough man, could not understand the sensitive psychology of children. He continued to praise: "This is not the only place where Hart is great. He is the best Hufflepuff I have ever seen, bar none."

"He is smart, courageous, not even afraid of Professor Snape, and is friendly to everyone, except those Slytherins."

"I'm not as good as you say."

As Hagrid was praising him, Hart suddenly opened the door and denied the big man's compliment.

"Harry Potter."

He looked at the thin boy, with black-rimmed glasses, emerald green pupils and scars on his forehead, no different from those recorded in the book.

"I've heard about it for a long time. Don't listen to Hagrid's nonsense. I just did the right thing at the right time."

Harry didn't know which of them to listen to, so he could only nod stupidly and shake hands with Hart.

"Am I famous?"

Hart didn't want to tell a child that your parents used their own deaths to buy you the identity of a savior.

He looked at Hagrid and finally said to Harry: "Sooner or later you will understand this after you enter school."

"Come in quickly!"

Hart changed the subject and welcomed the two of them in.

"Want something to eat?" Hart asked.

Hagrid waved his hand: "We have already eaten."

Hart clapped his hands and said, "That's great. I'm worried that my wallet won't be enough to feed your belly!"

"It's getting late now. Since you don't want to eat, then take a rest!"

Hart arranged: "Harry will sleep in the guest room. As for Hagrid..."

He looked at the huge body of the hybrid giant and thought over and over again: "I don't have such a big bed at home, so I have to force you to sleep on the floor all night."

"Don't worry, it's much warmer here than my cabin."

Hagrid spread his coat on the floor, took out a bunch of things, and got ready for bed.

"Come on, Harry. Do you want a bath?"

Hart pushed Harry inside.

Harry shook his head and replied, "No need to bother!"

"Well, just take a good rest!"

Hart sent Harry into the guest room, returned to the bedroom, and continued to sleep.

Harry was lying on the soft bed, feeling as if he was dreaming. Not long ago, he was oppressed by his aunt's family, and in the blink of an eye, he was about to become a wizard.

Harry kept thinking about everything that happened today, repeating what happened today over and over again, trying to make sure that these were not fantasies.

Until he fell asleep.

The next day, Hart, who slept until he woke up naturally, got up, washed up, and prepared to cook.

But when he walked out of the room, what he saw was Hagrid, who was more than three meters tall, sitting huddled on the floor, surrounded by fragments of the crystal chandelier.

"Hi, Hart!"

Hagrid didn't dare to move, but he felt a little innocent in his heart. This house was indeed too small.

"I'll just make some sandwiches and head off to Diagon Alley right away."

Without saying anything, Hart knocked on Harry's door and asked him to wash up.

"let's go."

Harry walked out of the bathroom. Hart dragged him out of the room without any explanation.

Hagrid left the apartment early and stood in the corridor waiting.

"Recover as before!"

Before leaving, Hart did not forget to use magic to restore the items in his apartment that Hagrid accidentally crushed.

"Wow, is this magic?" Harry suddenly turned into starry eyes.

Hart nodded perfunctorily and handed him an Admission Guide.

"Here, this book contains an introduction to Hogwarts and basic magic. Please read it slowly."

Harry took the book and began to read it carefully.

Hart and Hagrid took him to Diagon Alley.

On the way, Hart also distributed the sandwiches he made to the two guys who disturbed his peaceful life.

Fortunately, Hagrid didn't complain that the food was too little, otherwise Hart would never be done with him.