Harry Potter: Man at Hogwarts but no wand

"Fuck!" Andy had a headache that was about to explode. He sat up from the sofa, as if his body was falling apart. It was just getting dark outside, and it looked like it was still very early: "What's going on when I go? What's going on? Sleeping on the sofa, Kreacher."

Immediately, the house elf appeared in front of him and bowed respectfully: "Master Potter, you're awake. It's only five o'clock in the morning. You don't want to sleep for a while."

Kreacher wanted to light the lamp, but Andy was afraid of disturbing the portraits.

"Kid, we're not asleep yet, let's light up the lamp." Andy recognized that it was Doria Black, who seemed to be related to his family by marriage.

"Ah...thank you?" Andy wanted to say that a bunch of old men and women didn't want to sleep for fear of breaking down, but then he remembered the portraits, and there were no conditions for illness, so he shut up.

Number 12 Grimmauld Place lit up in the dark night, and he started to pack his things. Hey!It's strange that no one cursed today: "Good morning, madam!" he greeted towards the corridor.

"Morning, Andy." Walburga Black's voice was a little hoarse.

Can portraits still catch a cold?

"I'm going, have I been drinking? I'm all broken. Hey, hey... there's something wrong with you. Why are you so cautious? What bad thing have you done?" Andy swayed around the table and looked at the table. He was confused about the cup he was holding, and loudly asked Kreacher, who was tied up and coming down from upstairs to get dressed: "Why did I start drinking? What am I so happy about?"

Kreacher laughed a little, not sure if he was embarrassed or not, but Andy felt very embarrassed anyway.

"Forget it, ignore you, I have to pack my bags and go to Durmstrang to report. It will snow in two days, and I will definitely freeze to death... Something is wrong, Kreacher, why are my hands like this? , this must be a scam." Andy shook his head and started to pack the clothes that Kreacher had brought. His hands were shaking terribly, and he couldn't even fold the scarf very well. However, having a house elf on the side to help him eased a lot of the burden. .

"Damn it, did I have a nightmare with a magic spell? You must have spent a lot of time cleaning it up." Andy looked bitter and resentful: "You have to ask Professor Snape, that old bachelor, for some soothing potion."

Kreacher sneered, and the portraits looked at Andy with disgust as usual: "Let me tell you, good guy, I had a nightmare today about the huge Invincible Thomas Super Slalom. Damn it, it's really not a good thing." A sign.”

"Dreams are all fake, Master Potter, especially nightmares." Kreacher talked a lot today: "Do you want to bring your plastic bag?"

"Take it with you, I'll just put it in my pocket. Let me tell you, I dreamed last night that my house was bombed - ha, that's outrageous.

I dreamed that as soon as I landed, I saw my house blazing with fire, and my mother was lying on the roadside. Half of her hair was burnt black, and half of her blond hair was gone. I think I told you that my house is full of blond hair. Only my dad is brown, and I, ah, this seems like nonsense.

I was confused at the time, you know what happened to Kreacher, I always thought she would get up if I just called her.Then I wanted to hurry over, but I stretched my legs as hard as I could, but no matter how I walked, I couldn't seem to get to her.I was really worried about Kreacher, but luckily it was just a dream, damn, and his house was robbed. "

"Yes...Master Potter, luckily it was a dream." Kreacher said softly, tilting his head and stuffing two more winter coats into the box.

"Then, what's outrageous is that Alastor Moody was standing on the side, and Hermione behind him ran over and hugged me. What was she crying for? My house exploded, not her house. , then a magic spell hit me, and I helped her block it, but I regretted it later.

I saw Harry and Ron again. Do you think these two unlucky things were trying to kill me? If it weren't for Theodore's father Nott in the distance, frantically casting spells here, I wouldn't have reacted. They came over and ran towards me, saying sorry and stuff like that. They were really stupid.That Moody was actually confronting old Nott. He was startled when he saw me and gave me a quick lockup. Listen, there are people who use quick lockups in wars. I used the Cruciatus Curse with my backhand. Of course he immediately Got me a reply. "

"Oh, my God." A sobbing female voice came from the middle of the portrait.

"It's okay, madam, it's just a dream anyway, right? It must be because I was not feeling well while sleeping. I guess that's when I had nightmares and cast random spells." Andy scratched his head: "Really, I have to think of a solution in the future. , otherwise this hand would be too uncomfortable. As soon as I heard Harry apologizing, I knew it must have something to do with him, so I hurriedly took action. You also know Moody's fighting ability. Damn, I can't beat either of them. .

I quickly walked over to Old Nott, and asked him where my father was. He kept silent. I asked him why you were here, and he said that he was a later one. There were originally a few Death Eaters. I might have been there at that time. I was not in a good mental state, and everyone was stupid. Goyle's father and Mr. Flint helped me block it several times.

My fighting state was so bad that I was holding myself back. I grabbed Gower's father and asked him if he had seen my father. He didn't say anything. Instead, Mr. Flint told me that he and Mr. Gower had also just arrived. Come over and listen to the retreating Carlo brothers and sisters saying that they have been here this afternoon. Draco said that a classmate told him that something would happen to my family today, and that person sent them.

You said Kreacher, I had a dream, and that mysterious man still had to keep an eye on my house. " Andy shook his head helplessly. Really, you can't enlarge your dream to destroy him and dominate the world.

Kreacher lowered his head and was busy. Andy saw that he was just pretending to be busy, not folding socks one by one.

"Hurry up and listen to what I'm saying! It's too uncomfortable not to say anything!" Andy sat down on the table, and Kreacher didn't remind him to pay attention to etiquette this time: "Damn, you know, Kreacher, and ladies Gentlemen, please listen to this dream I had. It was outrageous and outrageous. Do you know what I saw? I saw Pettigrew carrying Wendy out of the buzzing house. Both he and Wendy were in a state of confusion. must be dark

You know what Moody said, he told me to put that Muggle girl down, saying she was innocent, damn, that's my sister!

Pettigrew was also apologizing to me, and Harry was also apologizing to me. My mind was blown. You know, my mother was still in the middle, but the curses were flying around and I couldn't get over it.No, I have to slow down. "

Andy waved his hand: "You know, dreams are like this. The more you want to do something, the less likely you are to do it. Get me a glass of water."

Instead of pouring water, Kreacher poured him a cup of hot cocoa. After Andy drank it, he seemed to relax a little.

"Then you know, Mr. Flint said that when the Harry trio came, Moody was hiding behind him. As soon as he landed, he started fighting at them, as if his prosthetic eye could see through the phantom. Curse, he said that at that time -" Andy seemed to choke a little: "At that time - my family was cooking, and I don't know which curse - it was natural gas - hey!" Andy patted his thigh: “Fortunately it was a dream.

Later, Dumbledore also came, and I knew it was him who was looking for Moody. The old madman really was looking for the old madman.I tried my best to attack him, but it was of no use. Everyone was running away. Dumbledore was also out. I can't leave. I still have Wendy. I haven't called my mother yet, Wormtail. Pulling me desperately.

Dumbledore didn't attack me. Instead, he let me attack him. He was hit by several Cruciatus Curses and still managed to hold on. Until finally I was about to recite Avada, and Moody hit me with his wand. Do you know? ?Kreacher, Lavender blocked me. Her back was cut wide open, and my hands were covered with her blood.

I yelled at these murderers, come at me!Why do you do this to them!In the end, Wormtail knocked me unconscious, damn it, or else I would have to specify—hey, I won’t go into details, that’s it anyway, I can’t beat him even in my wildest dreams. Andy waved his hands and planned to continue packing: "I have to bring the potion with me, and Azote. Nico Flamel gave me a bottle!" "

Hey, I had this dream so early in the morning.

It's strange, why is no one talking?

Andy looked at the portraits in the room in surprise, and Kreacher, who was sobbing softly, and the portraits were silent.

"Good boy, what a nightmare. Go report it." It was rare to hear a complete sentence from Phineas's mouth that was not a curse word.

"Ah, thank you, principal. I thought you wouldn't be happy for me to go to Durmstrang." Andy crossed his legs and sat back on the sofa: "What's the matter, Kreacher, you can't bear to leave me." He said with his right hand After picking up the cup, Kreacher came up and tried to grab it. Andy immediately sensed something was wrong: "Get back!"

"No, no, Master Potter." Kreacher began to punish himself.

Andy put the cup in front of his nose, and his face immediately turned pale. Is this not wine, but a potion? !

"Husband... Madam, you won't lie to me, right? I had a nightmare, right? What I complained about jokingly just now was a dream."

"Come on, Andy, you'll be too late to report." Sirius' grandfather gently advised him in the portrait.

"gentlemen--"

"Damn it! I told you it wouldn't work! This potion won't work on this kind of memory!" Walburga screamed!

Andy sprayed a mouthful of blood on her portrait.

"Andy! Andy!" Mrs. Black screamed harder: "Damn it! Kreacher! Where are you bastard?!"

"It's okay, ma'am, I'm okay." Andy slowly climbed up while supporting the wall: "I have to go home and have a look, I have to go home and have a look, I have to go home."

"Boy, you—"

"Andy, Andy."

"Child, don't."

The portraits persuaded Andy to disappear into the house.

In the lower right corner of the Daily Prophet the next day, an ancient castle in the Austrian Alps was reduced to ruins.Not many people would notice this inconspicuous corner plate.

And on that ruins, an old man with white hair and beard let the snowflakes fall on him, dirt, snow, water and scarred hands, tightly clutching the second half of a certain silverware.

A drop of blood slipped from the fingers and hit the snow, turning into a small crater.

(End of first volume)