Harry Potter: Man at Hogwarts but no wand

Andy crawled back home on the second day of the banquet. Anyway, it was not a good place to stay for a long time. If he made trouble at the cusp of the storm, he might not get himself involved.

Andy didn't say a word about the experience of the dinner, so Mrs. Lawrence was very supportive of her son going to Malfoy Manor to make up for classes on weekends, and she even asked Andy to bring some of the Yorkshire puddings he made to Draco - he didn't even think about it. I understand that this young master can't eat anything, but he is obsessed with his mother's home cooking.

Karkaroff was indeed not a boaster. After a holiday of tutoring, the power of Andy's spells gradually increased, and the success rate of his spells was also greatly improved.Andy discovered that Principal Durmstrang's magic was far less powerful than Professor Flitwick, but he had considerable experience in the techniques of using magic spells and how to deal with them in combat.His training intensity was extremely high, which often made Draco and Andy complain endlessly - he would not stop training every day until he drained their magic power.

The Potions class was even more difficult, as Snape was even more demanding.Different from being cunning and harsh in school, when Snape talked about what he called "real potions", his whole temperament changed - he became knowledgeable and rigorous. Andy deeply realized this in his teaching. The potion master's unique style: "Instead of sticking to books, it is better to discover and personally experience the various properties of potions and materials."

The days passed like this, and seeing that school was about to start in a few weeks, Andy, the new Death Eater, also planned to visit Harry, the eldest savior.After all, he remembered that Harry had spent the summer alone in his room because of Dobby's interception of letters.

On the day when Andy was preparing to go to Privet Drive, the Dursleys got up early in the morning and got busy.They were rehearsing for what Vernon called "the biggest deal of his life." The father and son dressed exaggeratedly in crisp suits and danced around the living room. It was probably the same with the Lawrence family before they came for dinner last time.

I have never seen anyone having to rehearse for a treat.

"Today I may make the biggest deal of my life," said Uncle Vernon.

"If this business can be negotiated, we can buy a villa in Majorca by this time tomorrow." Uncle Vernon said: "At eight o'clock, everyone should be ready to welcome the Masons. Petunia, you should--?"

"In the living room," answered Aunt Petunia, "waiting to give them a friendly welcome."

"Very well, very well. Dudley?"

"I'll wait to open the door for them." Dudley squeezed the fat on his face and made a false smile. "Can I hold your clothes for you, Mr. and Mrs. Mason?"

"They'll love him!" said Aunt Petunia ecstatically.

"Excellent, Dudley," said Uncle Vernon.Then he suddenly turned to Harry: "What about you?"

"I'm staying in my bedroom and pretending this person isn't there," Harry replied flatly.

"That's right." Uncle Vernon said forcefully: "Mr. and Mrs. Mason don't know anything about you, just let it remain like this. Petunia, after dinner, you take Mrs. Mason back to the living room for coffee, and I will bring the topic to On the rig. If I'm lucky, I'll have the signed and sealed agreement in hand before the ten o'clock news, and you kid-" He glared at Harry with his malicious little eyes again. : "Don't mess with him."

But at this time, none of them knew that Dobby, who was unplanned, would mess everything up.

At night, Harry was successfully locked into the room, and the Masons were also welcomed into the living room decently. Everything was going on in an orderly manner and according to rehearsal, Vernon was bound to win this order.

While Uncle Vernon was telling jokes about American plumbers in the dining room, the family suddenly discovered to their horror that Aunt Petunia's masterpiece pudding - piled high with cream and icing on pandan, was floating on the ceiling. Below, moving at an even speed toward Mrs. Mason's head.

"Mr. Mason, I heard that you are a good golfer." Aunt Petunia's already protruding eyes widened into balls.

"Yeah, I fight sometimes."

While winking at her husband, she tried her best to divert the guest's attention: "Mrs. Mason, where did you buy such beautiful clothes?"

"My clothes are all tailor-made."

But Vernon was helpless and stared at his once-favorite dessert with a look of despair: "Dudley, do you have anything to say..."

"Boom, boom, boom"

"Shall I... open the door?" Dudley walked to the front hall hesitantly and opened the door: "Andy?"

Then the red-haired boy saw this funny scene: a Muggle family was staring at a mountain of pudding, and Harry stood quietly behind the sofa, tiptoeing carefully to grab the plate. And Dobby of the Malfoy family was hiding behind the corner wall, his tennis ball-sized eyes looking at him in horror.

Andy frowned and snapped his fingers twice. One moved the pudding back to the distance, and the other tied Dobby tightly.Kreacher, who was invisible next to him, hurriedly carried Dobby upstairs. Andy wanted to call Harry, but he shook his head and followed.

Andy conjured a large handful of yellow roses in his hand (actually he just conjured the things in his bag, the roses with the preservation spell were originally intended for Molly): "Oh, forgive my presumption, I don't know. You are entertaining, Uncle Vernon, good evening, sir and madam." He handed the bouquet to Mrs. Mason: "I hope my uninvited visit did not spoil your good mood."

"Oh, thank you kid." Mrs. Mason's smile immediately resembled flowers in her hand: "Vernon, you never mentioned that you have a nephew."

"Kid, how did you do it?" Mr. Mason became interested.

"I joined the school's magic club, sir." Andy smiled politely and snapped his fingers again. Two petals from the yellow rose spun up and landed on Mrs. Mason's shoulder like a butterfly flapping its wings. It drifted back to its own calyx and returned to its original form.

"It's amazing. This is magic. Vernon, let this child come to eat with us. I have many questions to ask him." Mrs. Mason was very interested. She had never seen the magic of turning flower petals into living things.

Vernon's eyelids twitched, this wasn't magic.But at least I breathed a sigh of relief, and for the first time I felt that magic was not that bad: "Come on, kid, you are in for a treat. Mr. and Mrs. Mason are here today, and your Aunt Petunia made a lot of delicious food."

Andy smiled and sat over. At least Harry didn't have to suffer Vernon's tears behind bars.