[HP] Subversion - Destined

Since I received that letter, Mr. HP, who is suspected to be aristocrat, and I have started three years of communication teaching.At my strong request, he finally changed his name from "Mr. Potter" to Harry, and I simply omitted the two letters in front of him and called him Mr. directly. (After all, looking at the two letters HP feels weird.)

Our teaching method is usually that he sends me a book, points out the key points, and assigns relevant thesis assignments; I study by myself, write to him if I don’t understand, and finally complete the thesis and send it to him for revision and grading. (Whether it is writing letters or comments, he has always used swashbuckling characters, which makes my writing more and more slick now.)

Then in the past three years, I finally understood the importance of time.

Crushing labor is what the Dursleys do best.Except in school, all my time is full of "housework", and there is no time to study.

Fortunately, the primary school curriculum in the UK is extremely relaxed. Most of the time I was in school, I held a copy of "Research on the Development of Modern Witchcraft" or "A Thousand Miraculous Herbs and Fungi"-no matter whether it is in or out of class, it has nothing to do with the so-called primary school textbooks. —so the Confusion Charm became the first spell I learned when I began my full study. (The second thing to learn is to zoom in and zoom out. After all, it is inconvenient to store more and more books.)

Fortunately, because of Dali's repulsion, I don't have a single friend. Although being beaten is common, at least I can hide in the library without being disturbed, let alone worrying that someone will discover my secret.Pretending to be a wimpy autistic child is very necessary at this stage.

I can't wait to squeeze out all the time to fill my empty head. I frantically absorb knowledge about wizards and magic——theoretical knowledge of various majors. Curse, what I am most interested in is potion science - using some ingredients that don't match at all to make a potion with magical effects, Merlin, this is even more miraculous than chemical experiments!

However, even if I try again, the Dursleys have no conditions for me to make potions-there is no way to memorize those steps in combination with practice, which is extremely boring for a lazy person like me, so in the end potions became my favorite. The most troublesome subjects.

All aspects related to spells have also encountered obstacles. Since I don't have a wand, I have skipped a step and directly learned magic without a wand, which requires stronger magic power and more precise control.When the understanding of the application of spells reaches a certain level—I have memorized no less than ten books on the theory of charms—the gentleman allows me to learn new wandless magic.But apart from a few simple spells for daily life, I only learned about weapons and obstacles that are really applicable to combat.

In addition to Potions and Charms, Mr. focused on the use of black magic. He emphasized that only those who are familiar with black magic can effectively defend against it.But he forbade me to use them without wands, because they were so potent when they went wrong that they were enough to cause death in the absence of an adult wizard familiar with the dark arts.

Of course, I don't like to make fun of my own life—since I came into contact with the world of wizards, the original idea of ​​"die or die" has become less and less, and the desire to survive has become stronger and stronger. Such an interesting world is in my hands. How can you leave easily before you finish exploring?

The last thing worth mentioning is Occlumency, which was proposed by my husband as early as the second letter. I have studied it for nearly three years, but because there is no one who can assist in the practice of Legilimency, the progress has not been great.

The correspondence between me and my husband is limited to teaching and never involves life. Except for my studies, he never pays attention to my living conditions, but every time he sends a small box of chocolates with letters or books.Later, when I took the initiative to ask him for medicine to relieve fatigue, he also gave me nutritional medicine by the way.And he actually sent me a small piece of cake for my next two birthdays!Hehe, what a weird guy.

By the summer vacation of my 11th birthday, Mr. has stopped teaching new courses, one is because I will go to Hogwarts soon, and the other is that there is no school cover during the summer vacation, and the "housework" left by the Dursleys "It's so crowded that there is almost no time to sleep.

According to him, my theoretical knowledge of Potions, Charms, and DADA (Defense Against the Dark Arts) can already be graduated from Hogwarts, and other main courses are more or less involved, but the practical things are not just Learned from books.

Then, I began to wait patiently for Hogwarts letter classic plot.I didn't expect to wait for the Lord, but I waited for a "farewell letter" first - Mr. in his so-called "last letter" briefly introduced the personality, habits, teaching methods, Precautions, etc., and suggested that it is best to go to Gryffindor when I sort.He said that if he encounters any problems in his studies, he will go to the professor directly, and he will not contact me again, so that I will pretend that I have not met him in the future, and he will forget me and so on.

After delivering this last letter, Aquila flew away without waiting for my reply.

I grabbed the letter paper and stared at the flamboyant cursive characters on it, trembling with anger.What do you mean by "just pretend you haven't met me"? !What is "I will forget you too"? !Dried merlin he B!Three years, three full years!Doesn't Lao Tzu have anything to make him miss? !Relying on his own knowledge, this lowly bastard pretends to be a fucking gentleman in front of Lao Tzu to deceive Lao Tzu's feelings!Wait until I kill Voldemort's idiot who cut the soul into pieces, and then I will pull out you bastard and rape the chrysanthemum a hundred times a hundred times! !I XX you OO...

The roots of my teeth were ground and ground hard, and I walked around in circles in the small bedroom all night, filtering all the curse words I knew in my previous life in Chinese, then in English, and finally mixed Chinese and English to filter.It wasn't until the next morning that I pushed up my two red and swollen eyes, and the turbid breath in my chest finally recovered.

That piece of parchment paper has been ravaged by me long ago. I restored it to its original state and hid it close to my body. I dare not put it in an envelope again, for fear that it will be destroyed like our first letter—this is In the future, the evidence of violence against his assholes must be preserved no matter what!

Then we went to the zoo on the birthday of Fat Pig Cousin Dali.I personally experimented with the so-called Heir of Slytherin's - the benefit of a piece of Lord Voldemort's soul that actually resides within me - Parseltongue.In the meantime, I happily let the snake go "with the plot" - I definitely didn't see a fat creature trapped inside!

Next is the show time for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry acceptance letter.Until the half-giant Hagrid took me from the Leaky Cauldron to Diagon Alley, I was in a distracted state of watching the show. What really woke me up was the golden Garen in the room my parents left in Gringotts in this life. .

Hagrid threw me a small leather pouch to put the money in, and he ran to transfer the legendary "false? Philosopher's Stone".

Filling the small leather pouch with Galleons, I shook out a palm-sized box from my pocket, "Engorgio! (Get bigger fast)" The small box turned into a big box - with this money, I will be able to meet the What he did, the corners of his lips curled up in a satisfied arc, and he took back the box full of Galleons before Hagrid found it.

Standing in front of Madam Malkin's robe store and thinking about it, I decided to avoid Draco Malfoy this time - talking to nobles is torture for a lazy person like me, especially if it reminds me Some kind of jerk who "took me for three years of love".

I got the fateful wand first instead—eleven inches, holly, feathers of the phoenix Fawkes, brother of Voldemort's wand.

Hagrid lived up to expectations and bought back the snow-white little princess Hedwig.

Finally, under my stalking, Hagrid agreed to let me stay in the Leaky Cauldron for the rest of the holiday—with Albus Dumbledore's permission, of course.