[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

Well, savior, everyone in his short 11 years has mentioned it to him, many more than once...Harry sighed decently, feeling sorry for his title It is puzzling.

He felt that he was no different from other children of his age—normal height, normal intelligence, normal appearance, and he was completely indistinguishable from his friends except for a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.If I have to say, maybe his ability to ride a broomstick is quite commendable. Everyone said that he was a natural Quidditch player, and he would definitely join the Gryffindor Quidditch team after Hogwarts—— His Quidditch talent was inherited from his father, who once told him proudly that he would have become a Quidditch star without Voldemort, that old bastard who was wreaking havoc everywhere, and he fully believed in his own. Good sons can do the same, they are exactly alike.

Harry was a little yearning for the future his father had described.He couldn't really use a Quidditch ball when he was playing with friends at the Weasleys' house, he had to use an apple instead, but he actually touched a Quidditch ball twice - his dad brought it to him Yes, he sprinted forward on the broom with him in his arms, chasing the golden snitch flying fast in the sky, the invisibility cloak was rattling by the wind, those were really two very exciting and exciting experiences, after each time , he was too excited to sleep that night.

But it seems a bit unrealistic to try to be a Quidditch star as an ideal now.The old wretch wreaking havoc—he meant, Voldemort—hadn't quite gone away, lurking in the shadows, gathering strength, ready to rise again at any moment.His target is him, they are old enemies in the prophecy...Harry still can't imagine how he can deal with that powerful dark wizard, and they even say that he has succeeded once, which is incredible .

What could he have done with him, with a club in his hand, and smack the Quaffle into Voldemort's face?Harry was amused by the picture he had imagined, and temporarily put aside the serious worries he had just had in the hospital.He's so young, 11 years old, maybe he just needs time to be a hero, people tell him so.

He's going to try to do that, try to be a hero, if everyone needs a hero.Harry sat upright in the backseat of the car, trying to look like a future big shot, and he maintained this pretense for about 10 minutes, which was quickly wiped out in the drive through King's Cross station. Platform nine and three quarters, when I saw three people waiting for them on the platform.

They were probably the latest among all the people who came to pick up the students, and there was no one on the platform except the three of them.Happily, all three knew him—Harry tore off his Invisibility Cloak and galloped gleefully toward his cousin.

"Isaac—Dorothy!!"

He rushed into his cousin's arms, and Isaac took a step back because of his impact, but the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

"Still so reckless," he said.

Beside him, Dorothy stretched out her hand, smiling, and snorted vigorously twice through her cousin's hair, messing it up even more, and said briskly, "You've grown a little taller, Harry."

In the three-plus months since the Easter break?Harry looked down at himself questioningly, but there was no doubt that growing taller was a pleasant thing, which made him grin a little wider.

"There is a little traffic jam on the road." The Smiths walked over quickly. Penny hugged her two children tightly, looked them up and down several times, and was relieved after confirming that they were all healthy and safe. Complaining, "I wanted Eli to apparate me and Harry directly over here, but the sudden disappearance of people in a car would trigger wizarding secrecy again..."

"It's not too late, mother," said Dorothy, struggling a little in her mother's arms. "I missed you so much, mother—but you held me a little tight..."

Petunia loosened her arms, but still hugged her daughter.Harry watched the scene with a smile for a while before he belatedly felt a little subtle envy.

He blinked, subconsciously moved his eyes away quietly, and looked to the side.Under this look, he finally found the third person waiting at King's Cross Station belatedly—no, in fact, he might have glanced at him just now, but the joy of seeing his cousin made him He subconsciously ignored this until he now realized that the other party was staring at him...

Harry immediately shivered, stood upright beside Cousin Isaac, raised his head and chest, and said a little nervously as if accepting a review: "Good afternoon, nice to meet you... Severus uncle."

Severus Snape's gaze fell on him, his expression calm and indifferent.After hearing his greeting, he nodded slightly expressionlessly and stared at him for another two seconds.

"Professor." He said in a low and calm tone, "You will go to Hogwarts in September, so you should call me that in school."

Oh... the green glasses under Harry's glasses blinked: "Okay, Professor Severus."

Even Isaac, who had always been a little cold, couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, and Dorothy even laughed out loud, sticking her head out of her mother's arms and giving him a smirk.

"Good job, Harry, I remember saying that at school." She said with a smile, "Then the first issue of the school newspaper of the new semester may publish this gossip, speculating about the relationship between the two of you, such as school The most feared Professor Snape in the movie is actually your godfather or something?"

This terrible statement made Harry gasp suddenly, and looked aside in horror, and it was no surprise that Snape's face had also darkened... This is too horrifying, this possibility is almost impossible Gives people nightmares.

Of course, he knew that Severus Snape had no ill intentions towards him. He was the Potions professor at Hogwarts, and his uncle said that his upcoming school life depended on his care.Uncle Eli also said that Snape was his mum's best friend at school, though his relationship with his dad hadn't been great.But Harry knew that he was also friends with his uncle and could have the friendship of his mother and uncle at the same time. He firmly believed that he must not be a bad person.

But usually this person always has a cold face, and he is not as caring and caring as other people when facing him, and his expression is always strict. Harry thinks that his strictness is not because he is inconsistent with his appearance, and he is not like Hagrid. It's fine, it's just put off by the looks, the kid's instincts are always sharp, so even though he knows he's friendly, he's always been a little afraid of him.

Harry couldn't help but wince slightly, trying to distance himself from this shocking possibility.He peeked at Severus Snape's terrible face, and then saw an arm sticking out of his line of sight, and while he was watching, it rested nonchalantly on the latter's shoulder.

Although he already knew that his uncle was a very respected person, whether in the Muggle world or the wizarding world, but at this moment, his respect for his uncle had reached a whole new level...

"Okay, don't scare the children with a bad face, Severus, do something down to business." Eli said lightly, "Help me with some luggage, please, I need to carry it twice if I'm alone."

Under the leadership of Petunia, the children walked to the car one by one, like a neat row of little quails.Harry put on his invisibility cloak again, he shrank his head and walked forward in the cold eyes behind him, and at the same time couldn't help grinning silently, three children, you poke me, poke you , and returned to their home together.

Harry has his own home, the house where he lived with his parents before he was more than a year old, in Godric's Hollow.It is also very big, although it is not as grand as his aunt's house, and the neighbors around are also decent and well-dressed, but the Muggle neighbors there are very friendly, even though he can't have any contact with them, he still likes it very much , he knew it was his home.

However, Uncle and Aunt’s is of course his home. He grew up here and spent most of his 11 years here. Here are his relatives, his room, and his kitten.When he opened the door, the black kitten walked briskly over, circled around his feet, and then rubbed against Dorothy's palm—in this house, she was the closest except for her little master Harry. It was Dorothy, and Harry guessed there would be something in common between the two girls.

Although he also stayed here the previous week, the four-story villa followed him around, and when his uncle and aunt went to work, he had a whole family, all the TV programs and endless books, but this place is too big, It's a little too quiet when alone, although the chattering and lively mirror in the living room is also a good chat partner, and his cat Nina is always by his side, but with the return of his cousin, the people here The popularity seemed to increase several times at once, and it became noisy and lively. Harry liked this feeling even more, in fact, he liked it very much.

"Is Hogwarts fun?" He sat on the bed in his cousin's room, holding a box of Gobstone chess pieces that his cousin gave him in his hand, and put aside the stack of books that his cousin brought back for him, he couldn't wait to ask .

Isaac rearranged his textbooks on the bookshelf, thought for a while, and said calmly: "Not bad, the courses are very rich, and the library is also great. Professor Flitwick is willing to give students who need to read books in the restricted area Sign it, but he will be a little hesitant when it comes to black magic, so it's better to ask Professor Snape... I mean, Uncle Severus will be faster."

What I mainly want to know is not this!Before Harry could ask again, Dorothy had already opened the door, rushed in like the wind, threw herself on Isaac's bed, and rolled happily.

"The bed at home is more comfortable!" she said contentedly, stretching her waist comfortably. "Mom's apple pie is also a must. Of course, it would be better if she didn't always want me to stay out of her sight." Okay. I know it can't be helped, I'm worrying my mother too much, but sometimes I really want to not get so much attention... Forget it, if I don't think about it, I know Harry is here too. Hey, ha Leigh, want a game of Gobstone? It's a piece that sprays bubbles in your face, it's so much fun to play, we got the whole common room full of bubbles one night!"

"Go back to your own room and play," said Isaac immediately.Dorothy ignored her brother's request, and smiled and urged Harry to get the chess piece quickly, and said nonchalantly, "What's the matter? Dad can help you get back to the original state in a second."

This made sense, Isaac thought for a moment, shrugged, and decided that out of sight was out of mind.He pulled out a thick notebook with various colored labels tucked into it—Muggle objects that had been enchanted to help turn the pages.

He took the notes and pen, turned around and asked his sister: "Where is Dad, the study? The living room? I have accumulated a lot of magical questions and want to ask him."

"The living room, but it's best not to go there now, Uncle Severus is here." Dorothy replied with her chin propped up, and winked at him, "You know the adults' chatting time."

Isaac frowned, put the notes back on the table, and found that he had nothing to do.He thought for two seconds before coming to his bedside: "Which chess piece do you take?"

Dorothy gasped. "No, I want to play with Harry—"

"He doesn't even know the rules yet." Isaac pulled over the chair and sat down beside the bed. "You two can form a team, I don't mind."

This is what you said.Dorothy immediately became eager to try. She eagerly pulled Harry over, expressed her determination to form a team, put her arms around Harry's neck, and said full of fighting spirit: "The wisdom of crowds is infinite, don't underestimate people , Isaac! We two sisters and brothers are united, you can't stand it! This is the strength of the collective!"

Isaac only lifted his eyelids and glanced at them without raising his eyebrows.Harry stared at the chessboard he saw for the first time, and couldn't help but feel that Isaac didn't underestimate them, but his evaluation of their strength was more objective...

Half an hour later, Harry accidentally ate a bubble that floated to his mouth, and spit it out several times.It didn't taste very good, Harry made a quick decision, jumped out of bed and rushed to the door, leaving the room full of bubbles behind: "You guys play first—I'll get some drinks! And Aunt Petunia will do it!" pie-"

It seemed disrespectful to abandon her cousin, but Harry thought she should fully understand that no one could beat Isaac at this kind of brain game... Harry took a few breaths in the hallway without the scent of bubbles In the fresh air, he went downstairs briskly, and decided to give his cousin an extra piece of her favorite apple pie as his little sympathy.

The kitchen was next to the first-floor stairs, and Harry went down the stairs to find the first-floor living room empty.

Didn't Dorothy say they were chatting in the living room?Harry glanced suspiciously, and then realized that they should be talking in another living room—in that hidden magical space.

This is also a normal thing, he just put it aside after thinking for a while, and planned to go upstairs with pie and drink.But before going upstairs, he paused, and suddenly thought of a gadget his godfather - Sirius Black - gave him.

It is said that its principle comes from Muggle technology, which can slightly weaken the effect of the defensive barrier.In some occasions it will play a very important role, and sometimes there is a gap.His godfather had given him the newest equipment from Auror Command, saying he might use it if he wanted to break the rules at school.

Although he didn't think about breaking the school rules before he went to Hogwarts to study, Harry couldn't help but smile when he thought of his godfather and his words.That thing was in his pocket at the moment, it looked exactly like a button, very inconspicuous.On a whim, he came to the door leading to the magic living room at random, and tried to put the button on the door.

And what he was going to do... Harry was momentarily at a loss.But he didn't have any doubts for too long. Suddenly, there was a faint voice of conversation from the living room. It seemed that after weakening, the sound insulation effect of the door became not so good.

He mainly wanted to understand the effect.Satisfied with his answer, Harry bent down to pick up the button.His forehead almost touched the door, and just as he was about to stand up and back away in the next second, he suddenly heard his cousin's name.

"Isaac has borrowed eleven books related to black magic in this year, each of which belongs to the restricted section, and I signed it." Severus Snape's deep voice faintly said from inside When the word came out, Harry pressed his ear to the door, trying to hear more clearly, "Here is the book list. I called you for your opinion before signing every time, and now I will ask again, Eli, Are you sure it's okay?"

"Yes, I think it's okay." His uncle's voice sounded, and he said calmly, "Isaac just has a strong interest in studying knowledge, and he is more like a Ravenclaw than I was back then. When he got there, he also borrowed some books through Professor Flitwick, not limited to black magic, he was just eager to explore and understand more deeply, after all, he is very talented."

"With all due respect, many dark wizards who eventually choose to fall into darkness are like this at first." Snape's voice was clearly disapproving, "Too eager for those taboo extreme knowledge will lead people to the abyss unconsciously Some things are not to be curious about, I think you understand? Not to mention that you are well aware of Isaac's situation - he will always go wrong with his magic, doesn't he? The child of the top student Eli Smith, obviously has the most outstanding The brain, the ability to cast magic is in a mess, understands all the principles, but just can't cast it, he will be more and more tortured by this situation, he has begun to study his own magic power... he will know sooner or later, Eli, sooner or later will know that his problems do not come from himself, but from a curse he received before he was born - if one day he picks up a wand and casts black magic, then he will be pleasantly surprised to find that it is not the same as when he casts white magic In the chaotic stagnation and powerlessness of the time, the black magic born from his wand is amazingly powerful and can be retracted freely. He is a born dark wizard, or in other words, his fate has been decided since he was not born. "

"I believe that everyone's fate is determined by themselves." Now Harry could also hear the strong disapproval in Uncle Eli's voice, and he could almost imagine his frowning, "No There's nothing wrong with being a good spellcaster who can also be a top scholar, spell theorist, or active in the Muggle world like Petunia."

"If that's the case, I'd be glad too." Aunt Petunia's voice came out, accompanied by her sigh, "but I know what you mean, Severus... if he Then I’m afraid he won’t…won’t choose a life that’s more suitable for him.”

"Penny's right," said Snape. "Eli, you're underestimating the arrogance of a genius. You think Isaac can live with his own flaws—rather than work on them, and take a dangerous path." go farther and farther?"

There was a sudden silence in the living room, Harry opened his eyes wide, and silently pressed closer to the door, almost wishing to embed himself in the door.

"And Dorothy." Snape's voice sounded again, this time a little more subdued, but there was no hiding the seriousness in his tone, "A lively and adventurous Gryffindor, I guess she and you Said? She even wants to run for the Quidditch team next year. Think about it, a fragile girl who is almost unable to stop the blood loss after a little injury, breaks like a glass man, if she is not careful A bludger or someone's elbow would have killed her in a wound that would have healed in two days in the hospital. You remember the one she got in Muggle school when she was little, Isn't it? The school couldn't stop her blood, she was terrified, Dumbledore couldn't even do anything, Phoenix's tears could only slow down the speed of blood loss, a unicorn in the Forbidden Forest was taken care of by Hagrid The beast saved her life before dying...will she be so lucky next time?"

When Aunt Petunia spoke, her voice seemed to be blocked by something, with a distinct nasal sound.She said in a low voice: "We remember, of course we remember, this incident is like a nightmare, I still wake up suddenly in the middle of the night... But we can't lock her at home and prevent her from going to Hogwarts. Ai So is Sark, which is crueler to them than death. Fate did not make them Squibs, they showed excellent magic on the day they were born. Is there anything crueler than being deprived of what you have? Magic is for anyone It is a gift from God.”

"A born prince of darkness, a delicate princess in a high tower, and a prophesied savior who will save the world." Snape said, "So are you ready? My Dark Mark burns more and more frequently." Burning, the heat is amazing, Regulus must have told you about this. Harry Potter is going to Hogwarts to go to school, and the rumored savior is about to come to the stage, all parties have already begun to hold back Yes. Do you know what the most difficult problem is now?"

"I know." After a brief silence, Eli said calmly, "The Ministry of Magic is not as credible as it was ten years ago. We are allies with common interests, but unfortunately there is no eternal alliance in the world, ten years of reciprocity Mutual benefit has bred politicians vying for power and ambitious capitalists, and they are, and so are we, and the dark clouds hanging over Britain have thickened——

"It is going to rain."

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