Harry Potter: The Dragon Lord Comes to Hogwarts

The first ray of sunlight in the early morning in London shone on the earth.

Two figures were walking unhurriedly on the suet road.

Looking at the dangling and slow-moving figure in front of him, one of them couldn't help complaining:

"Mr. Hagrid didn't say that you really should lose weight!"

A middle-aged man with red hair and a suit complained.

"Mr. Weasley, you know that my body is different from ordinary people!

And it's not that I'm slow but that I have half the blood of a giant in my body.

It's innate. "

Hagrid replied as he swayed his tall body as he walked slowly.

Arthur Weasley condemned with some annoyance:

"I should have expected this to happen a long time ago, there is no way, after all, there is no room for your size in the transportation of 'Muggles'.

But the mission assigned to me by the Ministry of Magic this time does not provide transportation such as trucks..."

Hagrid looked at the chattering Weasley beside him, and said annoyedly:

"Actually, the giant's trek is not slow, but this excuse should not be the reason for you to insist on walking more than ten kilometers. It would be great if we drove a magic vehicle!"

Weasley spread his hands:

"Is there any way to do this? After all, the Ministry of Magic stipulates that magic cannot be used casually in real life. I want to lead by example."

"It seems...it seems to make sense!"

Weasley nodded!

"It is indeed the truth of this song!"

Hagrid suddenly stopped moving forward:

"I think you are right!

So can you get off my back first, Mr. Weasley...  

I'm almost walking behind your back this way!

Although this is nothing, but I think there is something wrong with the eyes of passers-by around me. "

"Uh....."

Arthur Weasley jumped off Hagrid in embarrassment.

He didn't look at Hagrid's expression, but strode forward, and at the same time put his hand into the briefcase beside him:

"Mr. Hagrid, as a staff member of the Ministry of Magic, I know what you need.

According to what you mean, there is a child in a 'Muggle' family who has awakened the talent of magic,

But limited by the unreasonable requests of their guardians, you have to ask us for help. "

"I need a mediator...."

Hearing Arthur's voice, Hagrid sighed:

"Yes! Mr. Weasley, the Dursleys did produce a 'little wizard', but his father seems to be a little... difficult to deal with! He doesn't seem to like..."

Before Hagrid finished speaking, Arthur stopped him casually:

"I already know the general idea of ​​the matter. I think it must be that the parents of this family saw the 'bizarre' phenomenon in the child, which caused discomfort in their hearts, fear, evasion, and varying degrees of negative emotions, and then passed on the emotions to other people. Right on your body!"

Hagrid looked confused: "Uh...you can also say that...just..."

Arthur said: "I think you have found the right person this time. I believe that the entire grassroots staff of the Ministry of Magic, no one is more suitable for this kind of mediation work than me.

The reason why you find it difficult is because you don't consider it from the standpoint of a 'Muggle'.

You have to learn to think in another way so that things can be solved much more conveniently!

After all, Muggles have different values ​​from us wizards... In my opinion we need to be persuasive! "

Hagrid stopped in his footsteps, and he stretched out his hand to pluck his hair again in annoyance:

"Mr. Weasley, this is really too troublesome. In my opinion, just snatch the 'little wizard' and then you use memory cleaning, and other similar spells... We use strong ones!"

Arthur pushed Rubeus Hagrid angrily, frowning:

"Let me reiterate to you that 'Muggles' are a society ruled by law...you can't act recklessly!"

Hagrid frowned. "...are you afraid of...their gunpowder?"

Arthur turned his head and continued: "Forget it, you don't understand these things, let me see, the exact location of the little wizard named Dudley you mentioned, um...

4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, London!

Is it here? "

Footsteps stopped!

Looking at the two-story small western-style building in front of him, Arthur checked the house number in his hands.

correct!

Turning around and looking at Hagrid behind him, he signaled him to wait outside first.

Weasley straightened his suit at the collar, then coughed softly, looked at the plaque with the words "Dursley" engraved on it, and was about to knock on the door.

At this time, a loud voice came from his ear.

The source of the sound is the interior of the bungalow!

Vernon's furious voice sounded:

"Harry, you bastard, I'll get out immediately!"

"No! Don't! I don't want to go out!

Uncle Vernon I think the utility room in the stairwell is safe, and you must promise not to scold me when you get out. "

Harry replied decisively.

Vernon reprimanded angrily:

"You! You! You! How dare you defy me!

Damn brat!

Harry, I say again, come out at once, and if you don't come out again I'll give you no food for the whole day. "

Harry defended extremely aggrieved:

"Uncle Vernon, please listen to my explanation. Cousin Dudley's current appearance has nothing to do with me. You have to believe me."

Vernon said angrily:

"You have nothing to do with my precious son becoming like this? You are lying to ghosts! If you tell such things to wizards, they will not believe it.

Harry!

I warn you!It's not the first time that your indecent tricks always come up with inexplicable things!

You must give me a reasonable explanation for what my son looks like now.

Or you'll have to change Dudley back to his original form immediately! "

Harry's head shook like a rattle:

"Uncle Vernon, you can't do this, Cousin Dudley explained it to you?"

Vernon's angry denunciation:

"Explanation? That's not an explanation! That must be you bewitching my child with your nasty dirty tricks! Get out of here, damn brat!"

"Ping-pong, bang, bang, bang...."

The noisy sound is mixed with the chaos of hard objects colliding!

Outside the gate!

Weasley's fingers stiffened, and the knock stopped abruptly.

He had a feeling that maybe Rubeus Hagrid wasn't telling himself the truth...

The Dursleys...

Then there is obviously a huge problem!

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ps: updated, 1+2 three changes (*▽*)?, today's appointment has been completed, overnight fatigue index +1, supine +1, thank you for your support... the author's perseverance +1 can still be liver ( ╯‵ ′)╯[-]th update