[HP] Subversion - Destined

Back at the Leaky Cauldron, I threw myself into bed and slept for more than ten hours.By the time I woke up, the effects of the aging agent had worn off.Facing the mirror and pinching my round face with a bit of baby fat, I began to miss myself when I grew up.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, I took out the ring I bought from Snape and put it on my right index finger. I tried to use the brain defense technique, and the blank space was clearer than before, but only by using Legilimency to determine how effective it is .Unconsciously stroking the simple patterns on the surface of the ring, I began to summarize yesterday's trip to Knockturn Alley.

The first was the wizard duel that made me realize the gap between myself and adult wizards-then my intervention was purely impulsive.First, when they were most relaxed, they successfully attacked one of the wizards with the Avatar, which I had never used before, and then Snape reacted quickly to solve the other one with a relatively short spell of Cruciatus, and finally at the crucial moment The explosion of my physical potential at all times allowed me to avoid a fatal blow.Looking back now, I can't help breaking out in a cold sweat. I should really be glad that Merlin opened his eyes, after all, there are too many uncertain factors and luck elements in it.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I left the alley, I met Quirrell who was carrying Voldemort on his back. However, because of my mental exhaustion, Voldemort's influence on me was further expanded, so that I almost collapsed due to my strong endurance. Fortunately, Snape was willing to help Otherwise, the headline on today's Daily Prophet would probably be "The Golden Boy Who Lived Turned Insane in Knockturn Alley"—According to this analysis, does it mean that the higher the mental strength, the less impact Voldemort has on me? ?

Having said that, Snape should be a sharp, cautious and ruthless character who would not trust anyone. How could he unconditionally help a stranger like me?Is it because I saved his life?Ridiculous, who knows if he deliberately betrayed his flaws to lure his opponents into the bait?Anticipating this possibility, I couldn't help but want to cover my face with my hands, Merlin, I absolutely don't admit that yesterday's person whose body reacted faster than his brain and rushed forward to mess up like an idiot was me!oh!Damn Gryffindor traits!

Angrily turning the ring on his right hand.So, why is Snape...could it be this James Potter face?Oh come on!He should praise Merlin for not throwing me an Avada!

I don't think about things that I can't figure out. When everything is on track, I naturally start to be lazy.I'm going to take the train to Hogwarts tomorrow, I'd better go to sleep...

I got up early the next morning to pack my luggage. In addition to the necessary daily necessities and study utensils, I also stuffed three cabinets of books into this big box.From the impression that Gryffindor's dormitory is for five people?I don't know if there is enough space for three large bookcases.

I deliberately delayed my departure until 10:30 - I didn't want to miss the opportunity to meet the Weasleys, and with the cage containing Hedwig, I raised my wand and boarded the Knights bus and drove straight into London Station.

Muggles were coming and going at London Station. I looked at the pillar between platforms [-] and [-], but I didn't see wizards rushing in. It seemed that most wizards had already entered the station ahead of time.

I didn't wait for a long time. When it was 5 minutes to eleven o'clock, I saw a group of fiery red floating towards here-the bustling Weasley family.I reached out and wiped my bangs to make sure the scars were covered, I put on a slightly terrified expression and approached me to talk, and passed the pillars to platform [-] and three quarters smoothly.

According to the plot of the original book, I got to know Fred and George, the living treasures of Gryffindor and even Hogwarts, by placing a salute, but I didn’t let them see the scar on my forehead—can I avoid Draco? Malfoy avoided it as much as possible, because I still don't know how to deal with his relationship with Ron. Gryffindor is what I have to enter, but I don't want to turn against that little platinum noble—it's impossible for me to The mentality of an adult to argue with an 11-year-old.

Sitting in the car at the end, I took out a copy of "Forgotten Ancient Magic and Spells", cast a confusion spell and started reading.

Not long after, the door was pulled open, and Ron Weasley, one of the future Gryffindor Triangles, asked me a little stiffly if I could share the carriage.I smiled and nodded, and then looked curiously at the little girl who followed Ron into the door—long black hair tied into a ponytail behind her head, fair skin with a high nose bridge, and a lively and lovely smile on her standard melon face. Beauty Embryo - Those big smiling blue eyes were looking at me with eyes that didn't fit the age of 11, and stayed on my forehead covered by bangs for a few seconds.

What a big surprise, isn't it?I tilted my head and closed the book and was about to speak, but the little girl was one step ahead of me: "Hi! Hello, I'm Mary Weasley, this is my brother Ron Weasley, we are both Huo Gwartz's freshman, are you too?" She held out her hand to me.

"Yes, I am also a first-year Hogwarts freshman," I shook her hand lightly, and I turned to Ron, "Hello, we just met at the station..." Looking at Ron's hand Rubbing against his clothes before taking my hand, I gave him a smile, "My name is Harry...Harry Potter."

Hearing my name, Ron opened his mouth wide: "You...you are Harry Potter? You are that...that..." He played with his red hair and stared at me longingly forehead.

"Hmm..." I glanced uncomfortably at him and that Mari who appeared out of nowhere, "Yes, I think I am the Harry Potter you know." The lightning-shaped scar was quickly covered up when Ron was in a daze in amazement.

Ron was a little disappointed, and then asked: "Then do you remember that night..."

"Ron!" Marie tugged at his sleeve, "Don't ask, it's not a good memory!" Then she turned to me and apologized, "I'm sorry, Harry, he didn't mean it."

"Nothing. I don't remember that night, after all I was just over a year old at the time." I lowered my eyelids.

"Oh." Ron replied dryly, as if embarrassed by Marie's unceremonious blocking.

On the contrary, Mary continued to say familiarly: "My biological parents are gone. But I am a little luckier than you. The current Molly's mother, that is, Mrs. Weasley, adopted me, even though they already have several children. , but they are still very nice to me."

I blinked and didn't ask her why she thought I was less fortunate than she was. After all, there were no rumors in the wizarding world that I was abused by the Dursleys.I changed the subject to the Weasley siblings, bought a bunch of snacks to share with them, and the atmosphere gradually became familiar.

This little girl named Mary? Weasley is obviously a time traveler - during the conversation, she very tactfully reminded me to remember to preview the textbook, and then pretended to talk about Potions casually.Ron, on the other hand, showed obvious rejection of Potions that his cheap sister was interested in, muttering that it might be from the twins about the "greasy, dark, and often frightening students in class who like to deduct points and spray randomly." Venom eccentrically serves as the old Bat Snape, head of Slytherin House who specializes in evil wizards".When Marie heard it, she immediately exploded and began to accuse Ron of not being disrespectful to the professor, and that he should see the essence through the phenomenon. Professor Snape is a great potion master who is very responsible to the students, etc.

I was teasing the chocolate frog and watching the show with relish.They didn't stop arguing until that little witch, Hermione Granger, knocked on the door with a proud expression on her face.

With Mari's intervention, the timid-looking Neville Longbottom found his pet toad ahead of time.Hermione Ron, who broke up unhappy, is progressing smoothly under Mari's adjustment.

I twirled the ring slightly, and while listening to Ron talking about Quidditch, I amusedly observed Marie's frequent gazing outside the door—is she looking forward to meeting Draco Malfoy?Then she might be disappointed.

Before getting off the car, Mary didn't wait for the person she wanted to wait for.The four of us (without Neville) are in the same boat - Hogwarts, I'm looking forward to it too.