The transfer student at Hogwarts just wants to fall in love [continued]

Harry Potter's summer vacation was not ideal.

More than a month had passed since Ron last called. Seeing that the summer vacation was already halfway over, Harry had not received any news from his friends.

His uncle, who was afraid of the magical world, drove him to a small room on the second floor and did not allow him to move around freely, as if anything he touched would explode.

Likewise, he couldn't write letters to his friends, which was why his owl, Hedwig, could go out at night.

Of course, he even suspected that Uncle Vernon agreed because Hedwig would be too noisy for them to sleep if he was kept in a cage.

All in all, it was another bad summer vacation.

Harry thought as he was lying on the bed and glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table.

Late at night.

Well, it's been an hour since his birthday.

He couldn't help but think of two years ago today, when a tall figure arrogantly knocked open Uncle Vernon's door, and also opened his door to the magical world.

It was the happiest birthday he had ever had.

Plop, plop, plop.

While I was lost in thought, there was a sudden sound of flapping wings outside the window, and it sounded urgent.

He stood up and looked out the window. Two owls rushed in, flapping their wings desperately. One of them hit his bed straight and motionless, with a large package tied to his feet.

Harry immediately recognized the gray owl as Pierre Weasley.

He had never seen another tawny owl, but it was also very anxious. It dropped the package and a letter on its feet, fluttered its wings and flew away, even forgetting to ask for snacks. link.

Harry was confused, but he helped Pierre unwrap his feet first, and then carried him to Hedwig's cage, where there was water and food.

But Pierre remained motionless, and Harry was worried.

This guy won't die at his house, right?

There was another sound outside the window. Harry turned his head and saw a purple figure falling gracefully from the window, holding a package and a letter in his mouth.

He knew why the two owls were so unusual.

This is Luna, a 4X dangerous magical animal. Even the wizard's owls are magical animals, but being able to deliver the letter when faced with birds and snakes following behind shows that they are doing their job well.

Luna put down the package and letter, shrunk, wrapped herself around the package and called out to Harry twice.

Harry rolled his eyes, "Do you want something to eat?"

Luna barked twice more.

"I have Hedwig's food here, do you want to eat it?"

Seeing the slightly shabby food on the small plate, Luna's eyes showed human disgust.

With a cry of disgust, he turned around and turned into a purple shadow and disappeared into the night sky.

Harry scratched his head, and there was a sudden thud next to him.

Pierre, who had been motionless just now, instantly turned over and took a swig of water.

You've been pretending to be dead just now.

Harry was amused and began to unwrap the package.

In Pierre's package was a letter from Ron, first wishing him a happy birthday, and then starting to talk about their family's winning of the lottery and their not-so-perfect trip in Egypt. It also included photos and a pocket spyglass.

Harry happily placed the speculum on the bedside and stared at it for a while before looking at the photo.

He found that the background of the photo was not in front of the pyramid as he imagined, but instead looked like the lobby of a hotel. However, the Weasley family still smiled enthusiastically at the camera and waved vigorously at him outside the photo. He even saw it in the corner. Mo Bai and Hermione were also smiling at him.

It would be nice if I were there too.

He thought so.

After carefully tucking the photo into the book, he opened Luna's package again.

Inside was an envelope and two packages, one large and one small. He opened the first envelope first, which was Hermione's letter.

The content is very simple, it is a blessing and greeting for his birthday, and it also contains Mo Bai's feelings.

But the last message concerned him a lot.

[PS: The gift given to you for free is quite special. Please be sure to use it only when you are alone. It is best not to tell Ron. I don’t want you all to get into trouble. Remember. 】

This made Harry's curiosity almost burst.

He couldn't wait to open the big package first, with Hermione's name written on it. He thought it was a large stack of books, but his eyes lit up when he saw what was inside.

"Wow, Hermione."

This is a beautiful black leather box with silver words printed on it, [Broomstick Care Tool Box].

If he normally received this gift, he would definitely play with it carefully for a while, but his curiosity made him open the smaller package, a gift from Mo Bai.

But what was inside confused Harry.

It was an octagonal wooden board with symbols he couldn't understand engraved on it, and a large piece of complete crystal embedded in the middle.

Harry picked it up, turned it over and over, but couldn't figure out what was going on. When he looked down, he realized there was a note at the bottom.

The handwriting on the note was exquisite and sharp, and it was a white message.

"This is a magic prop I made, which can block the detection of trace silk."

Seeing this, Harry instinctively raised his head and looked around, even though he was the only one in the room now.

After all, he had been warned by the Ministry of Magic once before the start of school last year, although Dobby had cast a spell that time.

"Press your hand on the crystal and infuse magic like casting a spell. It will be effective until the crystal goes out."

Harry finally understood what Hermione meant. If this thing was discovered by others and brought to the Ministry of Magic, he and Mo Bai would probably be expelled.

Swallowing nervously, he carefully placed his hand on the crystal with a thought in mind.

The gleaming blue light lit up, reflecting in Harry's green eyes,

It also made his heart beat fast.

His life at Uncle Vernon's house was bad, very bad, and what was worse was that in such a bad environment, the only thing that could make him happy-magic couldn't be used.

Now, this situation may change.

He took a deep breath and took out the wand that he touched several times every day but didn't dare to swing.

"Lumos."

Dots of light emerged from the tip of the staff. He immediately extinguished the light and waited with bated breath...

Time passed by, no owl, no howling letter, no Auror breaking in.

He can cast spells in the Muggle world!

Even if he opened the notice for the new semester at Hogwarts, he was not so happy, let alone the notice containing a permission form.

A permission form that requires a guardian's signature to go to Hogsmeade...

Want that uncle who hates magic to sign? Harry felt that it might be easier to face Voldemort now.

The next morning, the Dursleys were sitting at the dining room table watching TV.

The fat Uncle Vernon was chewing bread and talking loudly about the wanted criminals on TV.

"Needless to say, he must be a bad guy," Fenon squinted at the man on the screen, "You can tell by his look, just look at his hair."

After saying that, he glared at Harry meaningfully.

Harry knew that he had always hated his messy hair, but the man's thin and haggard face on TV was surrounded by dirty, messy, tangled long hair, so Harry felt that he was quite clean and tidy.

He was very annoyed with his uncle's unfounded accusations against him, but he still admitted that there was something wrong in his heart.

"Uncle Vernon, I have something to tell you."

"If you fart, hurry up. I have to go to the train station to pick up Maggie later."

"Aunt Maggie? She's not coming here, is she?"

Harry almost forgot his purpose, obviously the news that Aunt Maggie was coming gave him a big blow.

"Now that we're talking about it..." Uncle Vernon poked Harry with his stubby finger, "We need to make a few things clear..."

He began to make three arrangements with Harry, such as being polite, ensuring that nothing weird happened, and admitting that he attended a school for juvenile delinquents and other outrageous demands.

Harry endured his anger and said, "As long as you promise me one thing, I promise you can do it."

"what's up?"

"In my school, third-grade students can go to nearby villages. I need you to sign the permission form."

"You'd better not think of causing trouble, I'm keeping an eye on you." Fenon sneered.

After thinking for a long time, he said, "Okay, if you behave yourself and don't let anything slip, I'll sign that damn permission form for you."

"no problem."