[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

"Certainly packed with Muggles..."

Mrs. Smith took her husband's arm, walked through the partition wall between platforms 9 and 10 of King's Cross Station, stood in front of the scarlet steam train, looked around, and continued the conversation they had just had with her husband.

"After all, today is the first day of school for Muggle students, isn't it? There are more students over there."

"Of course, schools in England start today. Magic schools are the same as ordinary schools in this regard, my dear." Mr. Smith affirmed what his wife said, and couldn't help but glance behind him—there is now a tunnel From time to time, students and parents came out with luggage, and the owl's cage was placed on the top of the luggage cart.Such a rare pet, with so many passengers in King's Cross Station, it's so strange that no one really noticed it for so many years.

It's amazing magic.Mr. Smith once again sighed sincerely, and couldn't help agreeing with his wife's point of view that Muggle eyes are not good.This gave him a subtle feeling of betraying the organization, and he couldn't help but raised his hand and pushed his glasses.

"Eli, remember to write home when you get to school, remember what I told you, look for a mailbox in your school - your mother said she didn't pay attention to these details when she was in school, I believe you can Tell me solid answers."

Mr Smith reiterated his plea with anticipation, the 15th time this holiday season.As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at his son standing beside him, only to find that he was standing a few steps away from him, looking not far away, and did not respond in time.

Is it an acquaintance?Mr. Smith hadn't heard that his son had friends here, too.Because of his relationship, their family lived near the university where he worked, and there were no wizarding neighbors.The son's personality is not very lively. Rather than going out to visit with his mother, he prefers to read in the study with his father. He knows only a handful of little wizards.

Mr. Smith followed his son's eyes curiously, but Eli turned his head at this moment, obviously heard what he said, and nodded to him: "Okay Dad. But I don't think there should be one—"Hogwarts "A School History" said that the castle of Hogwarts is a ruin in the eyes of ordinary people. Who would install a mailbox in the ruins? It is impossible for a postman to pick it up."

The son's logic is very reasonable, and Mr. Smith does not really believe that it exists, but just wants a definite answer. This kind of research spirit regardless of time and place seems to be a common problem of professors and scholars.

He stopped dwelling on this topic and asked his son curiously, "What were you watching just now?"

"There is a quarrel over there." Eli replied, and then said after a pause, "In this day and age, do ordinary people also fear and reject the existence of wizards? I thought that with the development of the times, people's ideas will also improve. Same as in the Middle Ages."

When he spoke, he raised his brows slightly questioningly, and his tone carried a touch of inquiry, which made him look more calm and refined, showing a bookish handsomeness, which was particularly outstanding among the little wizards whose emotions were written on their faces.

"The unknown and the mysterious will bring anxiety, and the disparity in power will breed fear. The power contrast between wizards and ordinary people is like European soldiers and Indians who set foot on the American continent. When these superpowers are not friendly, things will go wrong. Evolving into a disaster has nothing to do with the development of the times, it is the instinct of human beings when faced with things that are difficult to overcome."

Mr. Smith, professor of history, said gently, patting his son on the shoulder.

"So even if you become this kind of superpower now, you must remember not to look at people with a superior attitude-wizards and ordinary people are coexisting equally without interfering with each other, and no one is superior to others."

Eli blinked, and nodded without hesitation under his father's gaze.

"I won't," he assured. "I know. Fear comes from lack of understanding."

"Basically, your father is right, Muggles should not be underestimated." Mrs. Smith interjected, "Muggles can't use magic to live, and they have a good life-I went to the cinema with your father last month, The special effects were great, the plot was interesting, and it was the perfect date."

Mr. Smith coughed lightly with a blushing face, and smiled as he recalled the scene of that day.

Eli looked at his parents who looked at each other and smiled: "?"

His face showed some incomprehensible amorous feelings belonging to an 11-year-old boy, and he was indifferent and unmoved by his parents' show of affection.But he didn't say anything, politely maintained respect.

The lively Mrs. Smith didn't care about his thoughts. She saw her former schoolmate and immediately waved her magic wand, sending Eli's luggage floating along the train window, and stacked it on the luggage rack by herself. He happily walked over with her husband, leaving only a reminder to her son to get in the car as soon as possible, and then walked away gracefully.

Eli who was left on the spot: "..."

He was going to school for four months and didn't come home until Christmas, and he expected to be treated more reluctantly.

But that's not bad at all.Eli looked back at the back of his parents, and was about to get on the train. When he turned around, he saw the two sisters who had been arguing fiercely just now had ended their quarrel. One covered the corner of his eyes with the back of his hand, and ran on the train regardless. He didn't even talk to his parents. Saying a final goodbye; the other, panting heavily, with a mixture of pleasure and anger on his face, tugged at his mother's arm.

"Mother! Let's get out of here!" she said sharply, blushing. "It's all—monsters—"

Being accused of being a member of the monster for no reason, Eli couldn't help but frowned.

This girl is obviously not as beautiful as her sisters. She is thin and thin, and her face is a bit too long in proportion, which makes her look difficult to approach.At this moment, this not-so-good-looking face was full of anger and hatred, making it even more demeanorless, making it unnecessary for people to take a second look.

Although her remark may be excusable, it does not mean that others should put up with her rudeness.The moral education Eli received made him very dissatisfied with the girl's behavior, but he didn't want to stand up and protest.He was frowning secretly, and then saw the girl's mother finally make a move.

She shook off her daughter's hand, a mixture of confused anger on her face.

"Petunia!" she said accusingly, her voice getting uncontrollably loud enough for Eli to hear clearly, "this is full of wizards! How can you be so rude? They will leave Lily Impression! Lily went to school alone, with no one to take care of her..."

The girl named Petunia was stunned by her mother's scolding, and the expression on her face was blank for a moment.She stared blankly at her mother, and then slowly turned her gaze to her father, who didn't speak, but also disapproved.

After a brief absence, her emotions exploded even more violently.

"What's wrong with me?" she screamed, almost breaking with rage. "I was rude to those monsters? You heard what they called us, Muggles who don't know anything! Lily went to school alone - me too I'm going to the girls' school myself, and I won't be back until Christmas! Just because I didn't study with some eccentric lunatics—she even had that Snape monster—"

"That's Lily's friend." Her father couldn't help but say, "Petunia, you can't do this—you have to be nicer to your sister's friends."

"Friendly?" Petunia asked in a weird tone, as if she was desperately enduring some emotion, her voice trembling.

In fact, not only her voice, but her whole body was trembling uncontrollably at the moment.She widened her eyes, desperately showing a hideous expression.

"Friendly?" she huffed, sharply. "Is he friendly to me? Just a totally impolite monster born in that filthy place. Why should he? He even watched—"

She stopped abruptly, as if someone had strangled her neck, she was pale at first, and then slowly flushed.

Although her parents were angry at their daughter's impoliteness, they still showed concern when they saw her like this.

"What's wrong? Petunia? What did you see?"

Petunia blushed, and tightly pressed her lips together, refusing to say a word.She trembled even more, her voice was almost unsteady, and she only looked at her parents persistently, even a little pleadingly.

"Let's go--get out of here--it's all--monsters--"

Eli sighed lightly.

He didn't understand why he had to interrupt abruptly. To be honest, it was not very polite, and it didn't quite meet the requirements of his parents for his upbringing.But this urge to speak came a little strong, he only thought for a moment, and then decided to follow his heart.

"It's actually not that scary," he said, "although sometimes my mother calls me a little troll... but I think people say things a little too much when they're angry."

The three members of the family were taken aback by him, Qiqi turned their heads to look at him, and he was able to see the girl's face clearly for the first time.

It is indeed very ordinary, far less cute than her sister.

but……

Eli pulled out the wand he'd bought from Ollivander's in Diagon Alley just a month earlier.

He was proficient with the use of the wand, and when you have a wizarding mother, you can be forgiven for wielding a wand from the age of six.What's more, he just wanted to cast a simple spell. Of course, the effect was completely in line with expectations.

Eli handed the handkerchief he conjured up to the girl in front of him.

"I think you need this—are girls always so concerned about their appearance? When you can't wipe your tears, you can even bear the feeling of crying."

That's probably why he even interrupted, Eli thought silently.

The girl in front of her was angry and sad, her emotions were so extreme that she was almost distorted.She quarreled with her younger sister, argued with her parents, refused to let go of her parents' persuasion, and still pushed back after being reprimanded. She was extremely stubborn.

But even though her whole body was trembling, her voice couldn't be steady at all, and the accumulated emotions seemed to be at their limit in the next second, she still opened her eyes wide and fought back with fangs and claws. There was not a single tear on her face, only the sharpness of hurting people.

This kind of injury will never only affect others, but also stab yourself.But she chose to do this without hesitation, not leaving any room for herself to retreat, and she was unwilling to let others see that she was weak.

Eli didn't like people with such extreme personalities, but he was surprised to find that he didn't find it very annoying either.

"My name is Eli Smith." He stared at the handkerchief he handed over with a frozen expression of disgust, smiling like a girl staring at something extremely terrifying, "Don't worry, there are no teeth in the handkerchief."

The girl looked at him and then at the handkerchief, back and forth several times, the expression on her face changed several times, lingering in vigilance and bewilderment.

In the end, perhaps Eli's clean appearance and neat clothes helped, she finally raised her hand to take the handkerchief, held it vigilantly for a few seconds, then looked at him again, and smiled dryly.

"You don't have to do that, sir, I don't need your pity. As you can see, my sister is a wizard, and my parents and I are here to take her to school today. It doesn't matter what you think of us Muggles. Go back to me would go to a better school, live a normal decent life, and people like you—”

"What's your name?" Eli asked politely.

The girl seemed to be choked by someone, and she stopped abruptly in the middle of what she said just now, opened her mouth, and looked at him carefully again, her eyes were aggressive, as if she wanted to find out the hypocritical mask from his face, and then Tear it off hard and step into the bottom of your foot.

But she got nothing in the end, so she slowly, slowly withdrew the sharp edge and lowered her head.

"Petunia," she whispered, "Petunia Evans."

The author has something to say:

Suddenly open a hole!Didn't expect it.jpg

Harry Potter fanfic, the original male protagonist × Penny, from parental generation to child generation, some saviors and uncles have been replaced by literature, and all other original cps are retained.

The original intention of writing is written in the copy, HP has seen it many times, Penny is not a bad person, she also had yearning, but the magic has never looked at her directly, the drama is the star of hope in the magic world, but she has raised her big.If she had felt some kindness from magic, perhaps Harry would have understood the complex meaning of love better when he was a child

Veteran hp fans, the output of passion generates electricity for love, and you can watch it for free without V!Try to update daily, the number of words is variable, absolutely not cheating

In addition, I haven’t opened a new article in the past few months because I’m really busy with work, not playing games (try to explain (shut up, you

The original romance novel is planned to be published next month. If the book is not finished, I will update it together, I can! !keep your word! !