[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

Eli and Arthur's phone-improvement project is going well as the two friends go from their cold war to their reconciliation.Although Arthur can't fully understand the mutual interference of magnetic fields, but fortunately, not understanding or theory does not mean that it cannot be modified. There are always many ways to magic.

During the refitting period, Arthur and Eli communicated very frequently - almost maintaining a frequency of one letter per day, sometimes even two letters a day, and Arthur would send out the first letter of the day after any new problems occurred in the evening. Two letters to him.There was no way for Eli to stay at Hogwarts, and he was not yet in the grade to go to Hogsmeade, so he could only use owl communication to communicate.The communication between Arthur and Mr. Smith is much smoother than this - they can call each other, and Arthur can go directly to Smith's house through Floo powder.

It's a pity that when it comes to the direction of magic and Muggle modification, Mr. Smith is helpless. He has no understanding of magic, so he can only provide more detailed drawings and try to explain to Arthur the mechanical function of each part.This is also a difficult challenge for him, a professor of literature and history, who often has to study with Arthur until late.

Mrs. Smith still complained about this—the men were a bit self-forgetful in their discussions, and they often had to study in full swing until eleven or twelve o'clock before ending, and it was always inconvenient to entertain guests at home so late. place.

But she soon changed her mind.When Arthur's sociable wife, Molly Weasley, found that she couldn't dissuade her husband from bothering others, she decisively decided to host a dinner for the Smiths at home to express her apology and gratitude.

In the crooked burrow, Mrs. Smith saw a beautiful, mischievous and lively little baby.

"It's so cute. His name is Bill, isn't it?" Mrs. Smith picked up the infant Bill and stared at him with great interest. "Is he smiling at the goblin who was thrown away in the garden? It's weird—" ——much more lively than Eli when he was a child, he didn’t even cry much at that time, he would only call me when he was hungry and wanted to go to the bathroom, he was so cute, it made me feel a little bit lost.”

Bill blinked energetically. Although it was impossible to understand what the person holding him was saying, he waved his short arms very actively, touched Mrs. Smith's face indiscriminately, and gently pushed her away curiously. Pushed, and laughed to himself.

Mrs. Smith was in a good mood: "See, he likes me, Molly!"

Apparently, the two-year-old Bill Weasley had won her favor easily.

Molly brought out a plate of baked pudding from the kitchen, and walked over nervously: "Sorry, Bill is a bit too lively... He didn't make things difficult for you, cousin Linda?"

"There's no need to call me that. We've all been expelled from the family, right? You can just call me Linda." Mrs. Smith waved her hand to show that she didn't mind, and said with great interest, "My next novel is going to write about the overbearing wizard and his The little Muggle wife who ran away, after a night of errands, the Muggle lady fled in a hurry, but she was pregnant with Mr. Wizard's child. Until five years later, Mr. Wizard and Miss Muggle met again by chance , Miss Muggle is leading a bright, lively child who is exactly the same as Mr. Wizard... Bill is an inspiration to me, thank you so much, Molly."

Mr. Smith and Molly were surprised at the same time when they heard this.

Mr. Smith couldn't help asking: "Honey, you told me before that most wizards value the inheritance of bloodlines, and they have their own ways to keep bloodlines pure and not produce illegitimate children..."

No one ignored his reasonable doubts, Molly covered her mouth excitedly, looked at Mrs. Smith in disbelief, and was full of surprises: "Really? Bill has such an honor! I really like your book, Lin Da, how lucky the boy is!"

"And I want to be godmother to the boy, if he isn't already?" said Mrs. Smith, smiling.

This was completely beyond Molly's expectations. Not only did she immediately agree, but she also excitedly chatted with Linda about the plot design of her new book for a full 10 minutes. Reluctantly leave.

Eli learned about these things from a letter sent by his family the next day. Mrs. Smith told him that he had an extra godson, and that he would take more care of Bill in the future.

Eli had no problem with that (and it wasn't his turn to have one), and he and Arthur were now wrestling with a crucial issue.

That is, the use of Muggle items is discouraged in the wizarding world.

The conflict between wizards and Muggles dates back to the Middle Ages. Since the introduction of the International Statute of Wizard Secrecy, wizards have completely hidden themselves.The result of this kind of concealment is the internal closure. Over the years, Muggles have experienced two industrial revolutions and produced a series of great inventions such as electric lights, telephones, bicycles, and airplanes. However, the lives of wizards seem to have stayed in the Middle Ages. A lot of old, old habits are ingrained.

"I work in the Department of Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Items in the Ministry of Magic." Arthur told Eli embarrassingly in the letter. Society causes trouble... Anyway, it seems that many people in the Ministry are too conservative in their views at present, and I fear they will not accept the promotion of magic phones, but we need this permission."

This is really difficult.The two troubled for a long time, and once again came to the conclusion that if the attitude of wizards towards Muggle items could not be changed, then the promotion of magic phones would be nothing but nonsense.

But how exactly do you change people's perceptions?Eli thought for a long time, finally made up his mind, spread out a piece of parchment, hovered the quill pen on it for a long time, and finally wrote the first line of words after deliberation.

"On the amazing convenience that the wise use of Muggle objects can bring to wizarding life".

Although his mother told him to be cautious in his words and deeds in school, and not to express redundant opinions, but Eli felt that the current situation was clearly not a situation where he could speak up or not, and it was necessary to come forward——Eli really found that, When you really decide to do something, it becomes clear what you need to do.

Eli's article was published in the Daily Prophet.

This was actually a bit beyond Eli's expectations. When he submitted the manuscript, he was actually prepared to be rejected. This time he just wanted to establish a preliminary contact with the editor of the newspaper and ask about other channels for publishing—— The kind that needs to spend some money, Eli thinks it is acceptable.

But he did not expect that on the third day after he submitted the article, he would see the response from the editors of the newspaper—they used a quarter of the space in the newspaper to publish a deleted and revised version of his article. The ideas, arguments and central arguments of his article were changed beyond recognition, and turned into a pale and whimsical pro-Muggle stupid speech model, and then used the remaining three-quarters of the article to ridicule and criticize him wantonly.

-In this week's Daily Prophet submission, we have received a particularly ridiculous pro-Muggle comment, so whimsical that it deserves to be shared as a joke in the newspaper, here is the full text.We can see that some wizards have unrealistic fantasies about Muggles. They not only treat stupid and weak Muggles as the same kind, but even want to persuade all wizards to use their items together—how ridiculous!We noticed that this submission was even delivered from Hogwarts, and the author was even a student.Here the newspaper asks, what on earth is Dumbledore doing in school, encouraging students to say stupid things to discredit the school?Was he too old to continue as Headmaster of Hogwarts?What is certain is that we cannot continue to allow Dumbledore to make the school atmosphere like this, which is ruining our precious next generation!

In the noisy Hogwarts auditorium in the early morning, Eli was still holding a newspaper in his hand, sitting in a daze, unable to recover for a long time.

He never thought that he would face such a situation—he thought that after he sent out the article, some people might support it or even oppose it, and he was not afraid of these.His thinking is clear and his goals are firm. He can refute every conservative reason and try his best to convince everyone who can listen to his words. It is a long way to go to make the trend popular first, and then popularize and change the concept of the whole people.

But he never thought that he couldn't even make out his original voice-the newspaper office would tamper with the manuscript submitted by the contributor, put it up completely unrecognizable for people to point out and laugh at, and directed and acted a play, condensed The spearhead penetrated him, and then pointed directly at Dumbledore.

Who is this newspaper, the mouthpiece of the British wizarding world, speaking for?Eli shivered uncontrollably.

He was not the only student who subscribed to the "Daily Prophet". Soon, students looked up from the newspaper one after another, looking around curiously and blankly.

"The manuscript submitted by the students of our school? How dare he, he is still learning, what high-level things can he write? It's normal to be laughed at."

"Eli Smith, I've heard of him, Gryffindor in the first year, people say he's as smart as Ravenclaw."

"Looking at it this way, the Sorting Hat is right, isn't it? He doesn't have the brains of a Ravenclaw. This recklessness is really a pure Gryffindor. Students in that house always do such stupid things."

"The papers say that about Dumbledore..."

"That's right, isn't it? If he hadn't been foolish, he wouldn't have allowed students to submit such manuscripts. I think Gryffindor should deduct [-] points to make up for the loss of Hogwarts' reputation. "

Eli turned a deaf ear to these fragmentary discussions on the long table. He slowly turned his head and looked at the middle position of the teacher's long table.

Dumbledore wasn't there, he faced the empty seat, flooded with guilt and embarrassment, completely drowning him.

For the next few days, Dumbledore was not at school.The closed space of the campus is isolated from most of the wind and rain from the outside world, but the school is also a small society that can faithfully reflect some real things, especially when Dumbledore is not around.

The professors did not detain Gryffindor, but almost every professor looked at him with complicated eyes, hesitating to speak.Among the students, it was even more obvious. Since Eli entered school, it was the first time he had tasted the feeling of being isolated from the crowd. He had always been one of the most popular people in the past.

Fortunately, even though everyone looked at him strangely, no one came to trouble him face to face, including the Slytherins. This may have something to do with his mother being a well-known best-selling author.Eli passed by them silently, everyone was looking at him, avoiding him from a distance, not having any communication with him, not believing what he said, only showing strange expressions of deserved or pity in their eyes.

Eli had been on his own lately, not without friends to back him up, at least Lily was firmly on his side, thinking his ideas were just lacking arguments.James, on the other hand, thinks he is very courageous, and regards him as a hero who stood up and resisted. When he met him recently, his enthusiasm was exaggerated (how did you think of submitting an article to the newspaper! It's great, I plan to try it too!).Even Snape remained silent amidst the taunting Slytherins. They seemed to have formed some special tacit understanding, and they would not easily try to interfere and persuade each other when they encountered differences.

Eli appreciates the kindness of his friends, but he hasn't even had much contact with them lately.He knew very well in his heart that his current situation was likely to cause innocent people to suffer along with him. He had already implicated Dumbledore, and he didn't want such a thing to happen again.

It's just that he has just discovered now that it turns out that when walking in the shadows and away from the crowd, it will be a little cold.

Eli walked forward against the wall by the window. He had just finished class. He wanted to avoid the lunch hour when he would be pointed at by others, and went directly to the library. , Many eyes have been following him.

He put all these things aside, walked up non-stop, and when he came to the empty corridor on the eighth floor, he still couldn't help it, and sighed softly.

Spring in Scotland has arrived, and outside is the warm sunshine of spring, but there is no trace of temperature to warm him.He stood still in front of the window, turned his face slightly to look at the spring light outside, half of his face was illuminated, and his eyes finally showed a gloomyness that could not be concealed.

He didn't continue to go to the library, and stayed by the window for a long time.Until something got closer and closer to him——Eli came back to realize that it was an owl flying straight towards him, with the letter in its talons.

Lily's owl.Eli's heart skipped a beat. He stood still, watching the owl fly in through the open window and drop a letter.A letter that is not very heavy, it brings in the wind like a falling feather.

Eli raised his hand to catch it, and when he saw the name on the envelope, he was stunned for a moment.He opened the letter, and the familiar handwriting appeared in front of him.

- Eli:

- Lily wrote to me and told me about the situation you are facing now.It's hard to believe you didn't say anything in your last letter.I asked Lily's owl to wait for me for a while, let me write a reply immediately, and then send it away immediately, and send it to you as soon as possible-I don't know if it understands or not, I have repeatedly emphasized to it several times Over and over, I hope the magic owl is smarter than I think.

-I'm very angry right now, very angry - those stupid wizards who have no knowledge at all!The Muggle society has completely changed from 100 years ago to now, with the rapid development of science and technology, the wizarding world has remained unchanged for thousands of years, making no progress at all, and even proud of being pedantic and inflexible!It's unreasonable!But I know you're not like them, Eli, you're always right.

- Yes, you must be walking a more correct path, not out of blind assertion of ignorance, but because I know you well enough.I know that what you want to do is beneficial, that you are not doing it on a whim, and that you never deserve the way you are being treated.I know it must be hard, but if you think it's right, you don't need to worry about it, the truth will always be in the hands of the few.

-I feel, frankly, intensely powerless that you didn't choose to tell me this in the first place.You are studying at Hogwarts, facing magical magic every day, which is completely different from my step-by-step ordinary life.You hold a thread in your hand, when you choose to let go, you and your world are so far away from me.But this loss is not due to your disappointment, but to myself - I know very well that I can't interfere at all, and I don't even have the qualifications to defend you.But I will always stand by your side, I know you don't need my support without practical meaning, but I want to say, I know you better than the slander in the newspaper, I know what kind of person you are, I Believe in you, and believe that you are doing the right thing, and you will succeed in the end.

-Sincere blessings, distant support, firm trust, from your distant friend Penny.

Eli held the letter paper, his eyes fixed on it.It could be seen that Penny wrote in a hurry, and the letters slopped and fell together.He looked at it for a long time, and felt that his consciousness was slowly recovering, his limbs regained consciousness like waking up from a dream, and the spring sunshine finally fell on him belatedly, making him warm from the inside out.

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Thanks to Alone, Mu Chunhan's landmine, don't get close to the grenade that will cause misfortune~