[HP] Subversion - Destined

I never thought that one day I would become Harry Potter.

In the dream, cursing, crying, screaming, green light, followed by severe pain.

When I woke up, the lightning-like scar on my forehead reminded me every time that I was Harry Potter, and Harry Potter was me.

Dazed and confused, with the long list of identities of "the boy who survived the catastrophe who escaped from the mysterious man and the future savior of the magic world", after several years of inhuman life under the "care" of the Dursley family, I Still confused about my future.What should I do?what should I do?

According to the plot, Voldemort's Horcruxes are eliminated step by step to bury him forever-obviously, according to the so-called butterfly effect, this is an ideal situation that is almost impossible to achieve.

Familiar historical trends are usually the guarantee for crossing.Although I can't remember the specific details, I still have an impression of the general trend of the original book - I know that Harry finally defeated the disfigured snake-faced Voldemort, and that he created two generations of devil kings, and finally he can calmly design his own life. The old bee Dumbledore will die, Harry, the dog godfather who was wronged into Azkaban and had close contact with the dementors for more than ten years, Sirius will die, and because of love, he became a double agent and has been kept by everyone People misunderstand that Snape, the most tragic character in the original book, the potions professor, will die.

Then, sadly, I discovered that knowing the future is not a joy to behold, that feeling of not being fooled by fate can lead to the desire to change everything, and then you can't extricate yourself from it.

The fate of the protagonist is destined to make it impossible for me to stay out of it.Then, to survive, the first thing you need is strength.As for this point, long after I realized my identity, I began to consciously or unconsciously learn to control the little bit of energy that might be called magic power in my body, practice a few simple spells that have an impression in my mind, and follow With the strengthening of control, the quantity and quality also began to change.Sometimes I secretly invite a fruit to satisfy my hunger, and I will laugh at myself thinking, this is how the legendary wandless magic was forced out.

For seven years, I tried my best to play the role of the autistic child who is always beating and scolding.Obviously, my butterfly has not caused much impact. The attitude of the Dursleys towards me as Harry has not changed at all. It is almost common to scold me for being mean and difficult. My status is even inferior to that of a house elf. I am really curious Why wasn’t Harry raised as a third-generation devil—it’s because I have the self-control and endurance of an adult, and I know how to use my own ability to fill my permanently deflated belly and heal old wounds and new wounds keep coming body——Actually, what I am most curious about is whether it is in the original book or now, Harry does not suffer from stomach problems. Is it possible that the wizard’s stomach is so strong?

Now I am eight years old, and I have to endure it for three years. It is even more difficult because I know the future.

On a hot summer night, I lay on the small bed in the smallest bedroom with my chin resting on my folded arms, staring at the gloomy sky outside the window in a daze.

The memory of the time before the trip has gradually become blurred, but the plot of Harry Potter has not been forgotten because of the constant reminiscence.The once lazy character was hardened by the Dursleys, but I still advertised "let it be" and would not take the initiative to think about Voldemort, about the battle, about the people you might meet in the future, and trying to maintain the plot advantage should be "Inaction".

Sitting up irritably, let the brain empty and stop thinking about anything.Fingers across the air, "00:31" appeared in green numbers, I must sleep, otherwise I will be beaten again if I don't wake up tomorrow.

I was about to lie back, when suddenly the light in the room darkened, I looked up, and saw a large group of black shadows appearing on the window lattice, almost blocking two-thirds of the small window.He rubbed his eyes vigorously, and when he took a closer look, the black shadow jumped into the room and stood by the bed.

The body shrank back reflexively, "Lumos! (fluorescent flashes)" A faint light spot illuminated the small space, and then I saw the creature in front of me clearly - a black and shiny feather (with dark brown markings) , with cold and sharp eyes, and a haughty expression—an eagle? !A goshawk that I only saw in pictures and on TV before crossing!

This eagle seems to be spiritual. It was looking at me with a haughty and slightly scrutinizing gaze. I smiled back at it, and then I realized that its claws were holding a brown paper package.Seeing my eyes turn to the package, the goshawk tilted its head, jumped from the package to the edge of the bed, stopped looking at me, and began to comb its feathers leisurely.

This is for me?I stared at the package with wide eyes. Anyone who can use a goshawk as a postman can only be a wizard in this world, right?Has the butterfly effect started from now on...

I was in a trance with a complex expression, and my mind was in chaos. Who could it be?Dumbledore?Most of the pets used by wizards to send letters are owl pets, maybe Dumbledore's Phoenix Fox can also be counted as one, but I don't remember any pets like goshawks appearing in Harry Potter...

It wasn't until the goshawk called out impatiently that I came back to my senses and dragged the package to open it.

The first thing that caught the eye was a brown envelope with the words "Harry Potter Received" written in black ink on it.I picked up the envelope and revealed two brand new books, "Important Magical Events of the Twentieth Century" and "Magic Theory", with a small box of chocolates under the books.After casually flipping through the book, I opened the letter.

"Mr. Potter: (The same gorgeous and imposing cursive font as on the envelope, one can imagine that the identity of its owner is either noble or noble.)

I am a wizard, and upon learning of your misfortune in a Muggle family, I think it is necessary for me to state a fact to you, a fact about your birth, your parents, and your parentage. (He went straight to the point without even the most basic polite words 'hello', he seems to be a proud nobleman? I thought of the eyes of that goshawk, does it really mean that every kind of master has such kind of pet? )

... (Then is the basic knowledge about wizards and the origin of the scar on my forehead. To be honest, the gorgeous cursive font is gorgeous, but it is a bit difficult for me to read. If it is not for the English level in the previous life, I am only eight years old now. How many words an abused child can understand is a problem.)

The above, as an eight-year-old minor wizard, may not be able to understand what I said.But I'm assuming there's something special about you being the 'Boy Who Lived', isn't there? (I frowned, is this sarcasm?)

If you have no objections, in the next three years until you enter Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I will guide your studies.Of course, you can write back via Aquila to decline. (I thought he would end the paragraph with some sarcasm or a threat, but no.)

Don't try to investigate my identity, you don't want to know who I am.

I guess your wise savior won't tell anyone about what happened today.

After reading the letter, I breathed a sigh of relief. So today is July 31st... I absently stuffed the letter back into the envelope, and suddenly the whole letter started to burn. I hurriedly threw the fire ball in my hand to the ground. After three seconds, the flame goes out automatically, leaving no ash.

I was stunned, and looked at the goshawk named Aquila (Chinese translation: Aquila, transliteration: Eikele), who was just combing his feathers and ignored me at all.

Now my mind is blank, I just turned out a clean white paper, and I started to reply.

"Dear Mr. HP:

Hello.First of all thank you for your generosity in telling me everything I need to know.Also thank you for the two books and the chocolates. (Perhaps I can understand that this is my birthday present?)

It is a great honor for me to be guided by you. In the next three years, I will do my best to learn and will never disappoint your kindness. (It feels like going back to my student days to write a report. I will never let down my parents, my teachers, and my motherland... Goosebumps are coming up...)

I don't like what wizards call me, and I don't think there is anything to be proud of when I lost my parents' title, not to mention that I have always lived in the world of ordinary people, and even lived a worse life than ordinary people— —I think you know that.I just want to use my own efforts to prove the meaning of my existence. (I held the pen and paused here for a long time, and suddenly felt a lot of grievances in my heart, but I didn't know how to express it.)

Looking forward to your reply.

harry potter

July 7st (scribbled the ending, I suddenly remembered something, and added a sentence at the end)

PS: You can call me Harry. "

Then send the letter back to Aquila to bring back to its owner. Aquila just jumped out of the window and disappeared into the night immediately.

Tucking two books under the pillow, I lay on my back on the bed.

The abbreviation of HP was widely used as the abbreviation of Harry Potter in the previous life. Could it be that the person I communicated with also came through?Oh, Merlin's pants!I rubbed my temples vigorously, I don’t want to find out who sent the letter and what purpose, I live the life I should live, at worst, I have died once anyway, I don’t care about dying a second time, maybe I can still wear it go back?

Holding the box of chocolates, I couldn't help but smile on the corner of my lips. The person who sent the letter should be an awkward guy, right?