Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

Fire and frost intertwined in the air, flashing dazzling light. Harry waved his wand and released a powerful spell, trapping the white ghost in a piece of ice. At the same time, Kai's figure flashed behind the white ghost and performed a deadly ninjutsu, severely injuring it.

However, the white ghost was not willing to fall down. It let out a sinister roar and released even more powerful dark energy, trying to devour everyone.

"We must join forces!" Harry shouted loudly, with a determination gleaming in his eyes.

With united efforts, Harry and his friends finally repelled the white ghosts and completely eliminated them. However, they knew that this was just the beginning and greater challenges and adventures were waiting for them.

Finally, after a scream, the white ghost turned into a wisp of black smoke and dissipated in the air. Adam and his companions breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that although the battle was difficult, they finally won.

In the home of Harry Potter, the Lord of Winterfell, there is a lively little boy named Minerva. He has black hair and bright eyes, and is always full of curiosity and adventurous spirit. Unlike other children, one of his favorite activities is climbing high places at home.

One day, when Harry Potter came home, he found his little son standing on the top of the bookshelf, using his hands and feet to try to climb to a higher place.

"Minerva, be careful!" Harry hurried over, his voice full of worry. "Do you know that it's dangerous to stand so high up?"

Minerva turned her head and smiled at her father, "I'm fine, Dad! I like to be up high and feel as free as a bird."

Harry looked at his son's smile and felt a warm feeling in his heart, but he still said worriedly: "But it's dangerous to stand on a high place. If you are not careful, you may fall and get hurt."

"I'll be careful, Dad," Minerva said soothingly, his eyes revealing a hint of determination, "I will keep my balance and won't hurt myself."

Harry took a deep breath, knowing that he could not stop his son's curiosity and adventurous spirit, so he decided to give Minerva some guidance to help him climb higher more safely.

"Okay, but you have to listen to me." Harry said, his voice full of seriousness, "Don't take risks, be careful."

"I will, Dad!" Minerva said excitedly, jumping off the bookshelf, ready to follow her father's instructions.

So Harry and Minerva went out into the yard together, they found a sturdy rope and tied it to a tree, then Harry taught Minerva how to use the rope correctly to keep her balance and avoid falling.

"Remember, take it step by step and don't be in a hurry." Harry taught patiently, his voice full of love and care.

Minerva followed her father's instructions and climbed carefully, taking every step with caution. He felt the wind on his face, his eyes sparkling with excitement and joy.

"Harry, look, I did it!" Minerva shouted with joy, his smile as bright as the sun.

Harry watched his son climb to the top of the tree, and his heart was filled with pride and satisfaction. He knew that although his son was a little naughty, he had a brave and strong heart, which would be the source of his infinite possibilities in the future.

"That's great, Minerva!" said Harry, smiling. "But be more careful next time."

Alice, Harry Potter's wife, is a gentle and caring mother. She is often worried about her son Minerva's adventurous behavior, especially his love of climbing high places. Whenever she sees Minerva trying to climb a treetop or a wall, she can't help but shout worriedly: "Minerva, be careful! Don't climb up anymore, you will fall!" Her voice is full of worry and warning.

"Mom, I'm fine. I'm careful." Minerva always looked relaxed, but he also understood his mother's concerns and promised to be more careful.

"Minerva, do you know why you can't climb high anymore?" Alice asked gently, sitting next to Minerva.

"Because I might fall?" Minerva replied playfully, knowing that this was what his mother often said.

"It's not just because we could fall, but also because climbing is dangerous, and some places aren't designed for kids like us," Alice explained patiently. "We have to be obedient and not do things that might hurt ourselves."

"But I like to be on high places and feel like a hero." Minerva said with a frown, his eyes revealing a hint of confusion and bewilderment.

"I know, but becoming a hero is not achieved by climbing." Alice stroked Minerva's hair and said gently, "The real heroes are those who know how to protect themselves and others. They are brave and smart."

Minerva was silent, and he began to think seriously about his mother's words. He knew that Alice was not trying to restrict his freedom, but was concerned about his safety and health. So he nodded solemnly, indicating that he would obey his mother's words.

"I will try to climb less," Minerva said firmly, her voice full of determination and confidence.

Alice smiled and picked up Minerva, hugging him gently. "You are a good child, I am sure you will make the right choice." She said, her voice full of motherly love and concern.

Minerva's habit of climbing high places at home did not change despite her mother's admonition. She was still full of desire for adventure and yearning for heights. Whenever she saw a tree, a wall, or a high structure at home, she was always filled with the urge to climb up.

"Minerva, do you hear me? Stop climbing!" Alice's voice came from the yard, anxiously watching her son trying to climb the wall.

Minerva glanced back at her mother, a hint of mischief and stubbornness in her eyes. "I'm fine, Mom! I just wanted to look outside the yard," he tried to explain, but there was an uncontrollable determination in his voice.

"Minerva, do you know this is dangerous? Don't you understand what I'm saying?" Alice's voice was full of worry and uneasiness, "I don't want to see you get hurt."

"I'm fine, Mom! I'm a hero, I'm not afraid!" Minerva said excitedly, with an adventurous gleam in his eyes, as if he had seen a future with infinite possibilities.

Alice sighed helplessly at her son's stubbornness. She knew that Minerva was not unaware of the danger, but that he was too impulsive and could not face reality rationally. She had tried to persuade him many times, but Minerva always seemed to ignore her mother's advice.