tampered with the past

Due to my special visual situation, Hugo Weasley, my uncle was arranged to accompany me on the Hogwarts Express to school.

The week before school started, Malfoy went to Diagon Alley alone to buy my school uniform and school supplies—cauldrons, potions, Braille books, and self-writing quills.

When Uncle Weasley came to pick me up at the Manor, he brought me a special present.

"Magic sonar, mother... I mean your grandmother prepared it for you." Uncle Weasley magically stuck a cool metal strip into my ear.

A miracle happened.

I was surprised to find that I could see it—although it was not a normal sight, those gray and trembling outlines were enough to surprise me.

My grandmother, after all, cared about me.

This realization made me feel wonderful, until I stepped on the Hogwarts Express, the whole person was still in a dizzy state of happiness, so that I bumped into a certain tall boy who was oncoming.

"Hey, watch." The boy shoved my shoulder, and suddenly he stopped, "I've heard of you, Malfoy bastard, look at your eyes, the Squib is better than you. "

I tried to punch him, but Uncle Weasley followed magically, carrying the suitcase.

"What happened?" he asked.

The boy left, obviously, he was afraid of Uncle Weasley and hated Uncle Weasley.

"Leave him alone, boy," said Uncle Weasley to me when we were seated in the box, "Phyllis Sanchez is a descendant of the Death Eater Rookwood, whose family is so fanatical about the Dark Arts that they hope Voldemort is in power. Your grandfather's family turned from darkness to light during the War of the Century, in his eyes, it was a shameful betrayal of Voldemort."

"I thought everyone wanted peace."

"Peace?" Uncle Weasley shook his head. "Believe me, there are not a few wizards in our world who long for Voldemort to come back from the dead. Mother always said that evil will be defeated, but evil will never disappear. I think mother That's right. After so many years of peace, a dark haze has once again begun to hang over the wizarding world."

"But Voldemort is dead, isn't he?" I asked eagerly.

"Yes, Voldemort is dead. But his evil mind remains, but his evil powers remain. I'm afraid the curse he once laid is still in effect. Mother said that Uncle Potter discovered suspicious black magic in the Albanian forest. Mark, she thought it was a harbinger of some kind of danger... who knew? Those evil ones lurking in the dark..."

"So, Harry Potter is still fighting for the light of the wizarding world."

"Of course, he's Harry Potter, isn't he?"

Uncle Weasley seemed to have lost interest in chatting with me. He took out a pair of glasses from his pocket, put them on his nose, and read a newspaper.

The train journey was much more boring than I expected. I think I fell asleep in a daze. When Uncle Weasley woke me up, the train was already slowing down. It has stopped at the Hogsmeade platform.

"First-year freshmen! First-year freshmen!" A tall and thin witch greeted on the platform.

I finally got dressed, and was hesitating whether to go there to assemble, Uncle Weasley took my arm: "You and I go straight to the auditorium."

"But……"

"Those cliff steps are not something you can handle, trust me."

I was speechless. Although I was full of longing for the traditional lake crossing ceremony, I could only obediently board the school bus pulled by Thestrals with my uncle.

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