Harry Potter: Man at Hogwarts but no wand

I happened to write about Azkaban, so I responded to the linkage of a moth (the author of this site: a time moth).

Andy knew that he would be sent to Azkaban soon, so in the carriage that was escorting him, he closed his eyes facing the two wands pointed directly at his head, planning to sleep peacefully for the last time. Soul monsters are not a good thing. If they can make you live happily, then Voldemort should join the Order of the Phoenix.

With the moonlight outside the window, he fell into a drowsy sleep.

He was dreaming, but it seemed different from the usual confusion. He was very awake at this time, and his body seemed to be much more relaxed.He followed the light from a distance and saw the national park he often visited before. He was a little afraid to go forward, but he seemed to be pushed by something and walked towards the familiar stream.

The stones at the bottom of the shallow stream can be seen clearly, and the dew that has not dissipated on the green grass is still shining.

"What are you doing?" A familiar voice sounded behind him: "Can't you hear me? Oops, I want to eat beef ribs... Philips always grills you sausages first!"

When the boy turned around, he saw his blond sister pouting and complaining. Andy was so surprised that he squeezed Wendy's hand: "Do you recognize me? Wendy, do you recognize me? Let's go home Wendy - let's go back Home." The red-haired boy was almost in tears.

The girl was confused: "Go home? Did we just come?"

Andy raised his head and saw everything in front of him clearly through his blurry eyes. Philips was piercing the sausages on the barbecue grill with iron skewers, and his father was processing the steaks.He looked around and walked towards the red and white floor mat doubtfully. Philip quickly stuffed the sausage into his hand and took the opportunity to rub his red hair: "Asshole, you can't hear me for a long time."

"Philips, Dad." Andy choked up a little, which made Philips at a loss: "No, I promise - I really promise that I will never put chili pepper this time, I didn't bring any hot sauce this time - Dad It’s really none of my business.”

"That means he was beaten in school." Mr. Lawrence sighed and touched his head: "Why don't you come back to Eton... I know it's not a good place."

Andy nodded. He sat on a rock and swung his legs, holding the sizzling examination room in his hand: "Dad, I want to come back. I don't miss it anymore."

"What's wrong, honey?" Janet Lawrence shouted from across the stream: "Philips, are you bullying him again?"

"No mother!" Philips shouted injustice.

"Honey, you don't know-" The father raised his legs and walked towards the stream, and Andy was filled with surprise when he saw his mother. He seemed to have froze, and his legs were still shaking without noticing. He ordered himself to stand up and rushed in the direction of his mother, but at that moment the surrounding scenery suddenly became dilapidated, like an old photo, fading, turning gray and disappearing, not even leaving the sausage in his hand. Down.

In fear and rage, he narrowed his eyes - a long-haired man appeared behind him, wearing a prison uniform that made him look embarrassed.

The latter also clearly saw the Dark Mark on the back of Andy's neck, and was looking at himself with a frown, his face still a little confused.

Andy smiled: "You did it? You can still come here. It seems you are quite capable." He saw the man's left hand with his sleeve rolled up. Could it be some Death Eater who doesn't know how to live or die?The young man pointed his left hand at the black-haired man, and blurted out the "heart-breaking" curse.

The man had obviously experienced fighting. Although his retaliation was not very good, his dodge points were fully charged. He shouted hoarsely: "Stop, stop, there must be a misunderstanding between us!"

This makes Andy almost happy. Voldemort let you get into my head, but you keep telling me this is a misunderstanding?Come on, come on, I'll see you off right away - no, I have to interrogate you a few times.

Under the instant spell attack, the black-haired man finally collapsed to the ground out of strength, "damn." He cursed in a low voice, as if he was complaining about something.Andy walked forward and looked at the man lying on the ground in a mess - he looked a bit familiar, and could even be said to be a bit like his biological father James?

Then, with Andy's expression like that of an old man on the subway looking at his cell phone, the man began to introduce himself: "It seems that we all know magic. You should know Harry Potter, you kids all admire him, why don't you I understand why the professor always forces this kid to defeat the Dark Lord... I mean, I am his uncle Sean Potter."

"Uncle?" Andy's face showed a hint of amusement. He retracted his left hand and stretched out his right hand to Sean to pull him up. "Andy Lawrence, brother of the Savior. My father is James so - Andy Potter."

"No, thank you." Sean saw the boy frowning obviously when talking about Potter, feeling that he had said the wrong thing.He stood up from the ground in a flash, "It seems that we are not from the same world. I am not as cruel a nephew as you."

"I don't have an uncle as haggard as you." Andy replied, but he originally wanted to say "trash" about Sean's fighting ability.

Sean looked at Andy, obviously as if he was holding back something: "I think the current situation is that we are all dreaming..."

"It's great to talk nonsense."

"Then the two dreams built a bridge between parallel spaces..."

"Oh - so educated, quantum mechanics!"

"Finally, our dreams came together..."

"So now I want to kill you," Andy quipped.

"Bang", Sean couldn't hold it back any longer and punched the tabletop that appeared at some point.

"It's so fun, tell me how you became a Death Eater." Andy shrugged. Everyone in the Potter family was a Death Eater and could have rebelled against the Order of the Phoenix.

"Professor Dumbledore arranged it." Sean said it very cheerfully, which made Andy less annoyed with him: "Sure enough, this old man is not much different in that world. You should be careful with him, he is scary. If there is a problem in the Arkan Peninsula where he is extremely righteous - he can even attack himself if necessary."

"What about you? You don't learn well at a young age." Sean asked, and by the way, he went on and on with a lot of nonsense remarks made by his elders. Andy even thought that Sean might say it when he woke up from his dream: "I just said that. Just one sentence, and he will take action." These are bitter and hateful remarks.

"Ah...this starts with my confused face." Andy suppressed his anger and began to talk about his bad things.

After a conversation between the two, Andy was able to confirm that the Sean Porter in front of him was a traveler from another parallel world, and he was unlucky enough to have his past life memory sucked away by a dementor.Sean stared at his eyes, "What about you, Mr. Voldemort's Horcrux? You were clearly arranged by [the prophecy], why didn't you think of finding other ways out?" The two of them struggled together again, Sean adhering to his belief. The idea of ​​adults letting children go, reluctantly allowed Andy to win, and it was definitely not because he couldn't beat him - Sean was in the corner, covering his face that was not red and swollen, humming softly, and talking to the side.

"Do I have a choice? Me!" Andy felt a little regretful after saying this - he didn't want others to see his weak complaints, so he quickly changed the subject: "It's really interesting, then Lao Bi... then Can you believe what Old Bee said? If I haven’t seen you, you can look at the dead and mutilated people around the Savior. Oh, you really haven’t seen everything. Why don’t you look at me." Andy pretended to be mature and patted Xiao En's back: "If you ask me, you should use that fake Philosopher's Stone to let Voldemort rot in Quirrell's body.

"You too, take care of yourself." Sean wanted to pull the boy's head off, but Andy avoided it in disgust.

Suddenly, according to a certain moth, it was Cavin, and there was nothing the jellyfish could do, so the dream world began to become illusory and distorted, and the figures of Andy and Sean began to fade.

"It seems it's time to wake up." Andy felt a little melancholy. He didn't know whether it was a pity for his family to be reunited or a pity that he couldn't talk to this new uncle more - he's not a bad person, is he?

Seeing the red-haired boy melancholy alone, Sean's face was obviously a little moved. Before his body was completely weakened, he walked forward - "Come, good nephew, let Uncle Sean hug you again!"

"Go away, go away!" Andy said and disappeared - he woke up and returned to the carriage, but he did not dare to open his eyes.

"Look, he can still cry, damn dark wizard." The Auror escorting him saw a tear slipping down from the boy's face.

"It's time to be afraid of Azkaban. Hehe, he deserves to cry." Another Auror added angrily: "Claire died in his hands - her daughter was only three years old during that damn World Cup." Years old! Without my mother, it’s really damned!”

ps: There are differences in dream memories