HP Polar Night

Agares couldn't ignore the scorching gaze from the opposite side. After thanking and saying goodbye to another enthusiastic person who came to ask if he needed help, he had to seal the position with an ignoring spell.The two underage boys were on the road alone, and they did look a little too conspicuous.Agares couldn't help but be thankful that he was still within the period of the Ministry of Magic's license to use wands, otherwise, they would probably encounter more troubles.

After sitting back in his seat, Agares looked at the green-eyed boy who was "abducted" by him.

"What's wrong? Harry."

Having successfully escaped from the prison where he had been imprisoned for many years, Harry Potter, who was still in a dream, had already pinched himself several times before confirming this fact from the changing scenery outside the car window.

He couldn't help but smirked a few times: "No...it's nothing."

"You haven't eaten yet, have you? The food on the train is very ordinary. Fortunately, I brought some food from London. Wait a minute." Agares took out a cardboard box the size of a palm from his pocket, and held his wand Reaching on top, read in a low voice: "Quickly zoom in."

The cardboard box suddenly magnified more than ten times, and he put the box on the table.

"Open it and have a look." Agares said with a mysterious smile.

Harry had a vague guess, but he didn't dare to let himself think about the answer.He reached out to open the box, but only pulled away the silver bow tied on the box, and the whole box moved, and the four sides stretched out like petals, revealing the milky white cake in the middle.

There was a wizard riding a broomstick floating on the cake. Harry was pleasantly surprised to find that the wizard was wearing black-rimmed glasses like him and had a lightning scar on his forehead. That was him!

"Wow!" Harry exclaimed, green eyes filled with joy.

Agares reached out and poked Creamman's broomstick, as if turning on a switch, the model of Little Harry flew up, flying around in the small carriage, and the golden light was like quicksand sprinkled.

Harry's eyes chased the "self" flying around, and a very pure happy smile appeared on his face.

"He will probably fly for a while. Do you want to try this cake? It is produced by Noka Candy House in France. It is said that everyone will taste their favorite flavor."

He took out two small plates and a knife and fork from under the box, and snapped his fingers when he remembered something.

"By the way, I almost forgot this step."

The model Harry flew down from the top of the real Harry and flew in circles on the cake, at the same time, several extremely small people jumped out of the Quidditch cup in the middle of the cake, and they sang happy birthday and pulled each other The hands danced on the cake, and the model Harry kept sprinkled flowers for them, and the pink, yellow and purple petals fell on the cake and gradually turned into a rainbow.

Harry stared intently, without blinking, for fear that in the blink of an eye these little people would turn back into cream and melt in the cake.

When the birthday song was over, the rainbow melted from the middle and became a candle with 12 written on it.Agares set it on fire with his wand.

"Happy birthday, Harry, make a wish."

Harry's eyes were moist.

He had never had a birthday before, and the first birthday cake that belonged to him was the one that Hagrid brought him last year, and this was the second time.It's hard to tell which one touched him more, but it can only be said that every time is the best experience.

Making a birthday wish was already a luxury wish for Harry.

He imitated the way Dudley had seen wishing on a birthday cake, clasped his hands together, and closed his eyes.

Agares looked at the boy in front of him trying to hide his peace, but he kept showing his flaws so that he could see through his inner turmoil, and smiled softly.

The boy opened his eyes.

"Blow out the candle and your wish will come true."

With a whoosh, Harry blew out the flame of the candle, and all the little people on the cake applauded enthusiastically.This brought a blush of embarrassment to the boy's face.

Agares took out the gift he had prepared and handed it over: "Happy birthday, Harry."

Harry was obviously a little surprised that he would receive another gift.He thought it was great to have this cake, no, it should be said that being able to meet Agares today and leaving the Dursleys' house with him was already the luckiest thing.

Seeing that the boy wanted to decline the favor, Agares stuffed the gift into the other's arms. "Open it and take a look, you will definitely like it."

With his persistent eyes, Harry thanked him and opened the present with full expectation.That's a golden snitch!

"Wow, this is it!"

Agares nodded and approved the boy's guess: "This golden snitch was used in the last two Quidditch World Cups. I got it because of some coincidences. But it's a pity that it was given to me." People obviously don't know that I'm not as passionate about Quidditch as you are. In order not to let the Snitch spend a long life locked in a box alone, I thought it would be best to give it to someone who likes to fly and is a Seeker. People who are quite talented in the job will be the best home for it.”

Closed up, the Snitch looks like a golden orb, but when it spreads its silvery wings, only the fastest and quickest Seeker can catch it.

"It's a pity that after each Golden Snitch is made, only the first person who touches it is allowed to become its master. So strictly speaking, Harry, you can only become its secondary owner By."

Those who make the Snitch must wear gloves. On the Quidditch pitch, only the first person to catch it can make it spread its wings again.It is this rule that is used in the game to avoid cheaters and field disputes.

Harry didn't mind at all that the owner of the Snitch wasn't himself. Being able to collect a Snitch from the Quidditch World Cup final would definitely make his teammates and Ron very jealous.

"Agares, the gifts you gave me are too expensive, I don't know what I can give you in return..."

"Harry, there is no distinction between gifts. The gifts you give can please the other party. This is the greatest significance of the gift." Agares rubbed the boy's messy black hair and said softly.

The boy was deeply moved by this, his emerald green eyes were shining brightly, but he blinked to cover up his fragility, and laughed and said, "Then I have to think about what I will give you on your birthday." What a gift. By the way, Agares, I remember your birthday is in January? When is it?"

Agares thoughtfully pretended not to see the boy's tears just now: "January 1st, the first day of the new year, if you plan to give me a gift, don't worry, there is more than half a year to prepare."

"Oh, January 1st, so I didn't send you off this year!" Harry tried to remember what he was doing on January 1st this year, as if Christmas was spent at Hogwarts, and then Agares was punished A full month of labor service in Quirrell's office.

Thinking of this, Harry felt uncomfortable as if he was bound by the devil's net, and he remembered what happened at the end of the semester.

Agares could easily see what the boy was thinking from the expression on his face. He tilted his head and pretended to be putting a plate, knife and fork. "By the way, I wouldn't mind getting a double birthday present next year, Harry. But today's theme isn't that, and if you don't get your hands on it, the cake is going to melt. Norka Candy House birthday cakes are pretty grumpy , if it doesn’t get the attention it deserves, it’s likely to turn into a puddle of cream stains between breaths.”

Harry decided to put aside the thoughts in his head, next year he must prepare a double gift for Agares, the best kind!At this moment, a delicious cake is what he should think about.

"Hey, so what are you waiting for, I can't wait to taste this, this looks delicious!"

In the small compartment sealed by a spell, two boys with the same black hair happily shared the delicacy from France.One of them has pure and beautiful emerald green eyes, and the other has confident and calm gray eyes. At certain moments, it seems that the gears of fate are slowly turning between the two of them, weaving a future that no one can understand.

After the train arrived at the station, Agares walked out with curious Harry.They passed the Hogwarts Express stop nine and three quarters, Harry pointed in the direction of the stop sign and said, "Agares, this is where I met you last year, do you remember? And the Weasleys."

Agares smiled. How could he forget that he stood guard at the entrance of the passage early in the morning just to meet the legendary boy for the first time. Doing such a stupid thing once is enough to be unforgettable.Not to mention that his perfect plan encountered an accident like the Weasleys in the first place, and was later destroyed by an order from Head Slytherin.

If he hadn't found a way to get close to Harry Potter in school later, he might really have stayed away from the savior boy as some people wanted.

However, what Agares wants to do has never been impossible so far.

One of the obstacles was Severus Snape, who had managed to get his hands on his secret and used what happened at the end of last term to put him on the back burner.Presumably the new term, with the Slytherin head who was especially aimed at him, would pay him a little less attention.You must know that many things that Agares wanted to do were forced to shelve because of being closely watched by his own dean.

Although Quirrell almost brought him danger, what coexisted with it was a huge opportunity.

With this opportunity, Agares knew that his future could be expected.

In front of Harry, Agares showed nothing.He echoed the boy's recollection, and said, "Of course I remember, but I think that when school starts next time, you won't be able to lose your way."

"Of course not!" Harry retorted, eyes widening.The road to Hogwarts, Harry will never forget it in his life.That was the way that would lead him to a new world, to find his true home.

"Okay golden boy, we have a lot of places to go, don't waste it in this small station. Come on, let the guide in London show you around, we can start at the British Museum, where lives a A ghost that has lived for more than 200 years, you can ask him to tell you the story of the museum..."

"Don't call me that, Agares... Is there really a ghost in the British Museum? You talked to him? That's pretty cool..." Harry wanted to refute the nickname of the golden boy, but Agares What Si said had already attracted him deeply, he didn't care about anything else, he stepped up two steps to catch up with the black-haired boy who was taller than him, and asked curiously.

Agares slowed down his pace a little, and explained to the boy: "He is Sir Hans Sloane, who died in 1735. According to his will, he donated his personal collection of 71000 pieces in his life, and later built the Great Britain. The museum. After Sir Sloane died, he kept hanging around the museum because he couldn't let go of his collections. He was seen by Muggles several times, and he has left many ghost legends for the museum since then..."

"Wow, cool, I'm sure Hermione will be very interested in this. She told me before that she likes to visit museums and libraries, and can see ghosts over 200 years old. He must know a lot of museum secrets! "Harry immediately thought of his friend who also lived in London.

Agares would not reject that clever little witch, even if it was the 'Mudblood' that Malfoys often despise, Muggle-born. "We can get Granger, do you know where she lives?"

"Hmm... Hermione told me once before that maybe we could ask Hedwig to help me?"

"pretty good idea……"

The author has something to say:

The setting of the Golden Snitch comes from Ms. Rowling, so in the original book, Dumbledore left the Golden Snitch to Harry, because Harry was the first to catch it, and only he can open it.And because Harry caught the Snitch for the first time, he accidentally swallowed it into his mouth, so in the original book, because he kissed the Snitch and touched it with his lips, he opened it and took out the soul-returning stone ring inside. Two Deathly Hallows.

Rowling's foreshadowing is really powerful~