[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

When Harry was returning upstairs with the pie and drink, he opened the door and was nearly squeezed out by a stream of bubbles.They are slightly transparent with a pearly luster, looking like beautiful floating jellyfish.Isaac and Dorothy sat opposite each other, with the Gobstone chessboard in front of them, and when they heard the door open, they both turned to look at him.

The two brothers and sisters look alike, with the same light blond hair and very light green pupils, like the clear blue sky.Harry had the same green eyes as theirs, and his eyes were even greener. The blood of the Evans family ran in their blood as well.He stood at the door, looking at them, feeling a little dazed for a moment, as if the words he overheard just now were just a weird dream.

"We thought you were making fresh pies in the kitchen, Harry." Dorothy said with a smile, her eyes curled up. "Why stand still? Come in—Isaac is on the verge of boredom already." , without your joining, my record would have been terrible."

Isaac leaned back, leaned back in the chair, and said in a casual tone, "It won't change the result even if Harry joins in—Dad, they're done chatting, Harry?"

Harry almost thought for a moment that he had slipped his tongue unconsciously, and turned his gaze to his cousin in surprise.Isaac glanced at his expression, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows: "There's no need to be so surprised, Harry, you've written all your thoughts on your face. Have they talked about you, about the savior or something? ?”

Harry stared at him tongue-tied for a few seconds, thinking it was a good topic in a flash.So he closed his open mouth, nodded, cleared his throat, and said vaguely: "Basically, I don't understand much...their topic is too profound."

"Being serious is better than blind fanatic worship." Isaac commented, "You may not know your reputation outside, Harry. They all say that you are the nemesis of the dark wizard who severely injured Voldemort, and the savior chosen by fate , with your birth, the magical war that has spanned the wizarding world for more than ten years came to an end, and Voldemort disappeared without a trace—it was said that he was dead, and his body was blown to pieces. There is no way to claim that Voldemort is indeed dead, in fact his ashes are in the same forest where Voldemort was buried, it was so infested with dark magic that nothing grows there."

Harry frowned when he heard this, thought for a while, and asked doubtfully, "Did Uncle Eli say that the reason the place hasn't come back to life so far is because...um...radioactive pollution?"

"Radioactive contamination of depleted uranium bombs, Muggle thermal weapons." Isaac said, "Any wizard who is willing to delve into Muggle technology can know the truth behind it, but wizards rarely do. They wrote 400 in ten years. There are many books about you, none of which restore the whole picture of the war that year, they blindly flatter you, believing that you have abilities that they don't have."

This is really strange.Harry put the tray down on the nightstand and couldn't help muttering under his breath, "How could they write about me? They don't really know me at all."

Isaac twitched the corners of his mouth, and commented in a flat tone: "People are always like this, they always only believe in everything they imagined, and they are not willing to open their eyes to look directly at a little bit of reality, short-sighted, ignorant, and arrogant."

"Okay, that's all for today's human criticism, Isaac." Dorothy said, interrupting her brother's extemporaneous speech with ease, catching Harry's shoulders smoothly, and rubbing Harry's hair with a smile A few times, she always likes to do, "It doesn't matter what those people think, the important thing is that you don't be fooled by those rhetoric, Harry! We heard at Hogwarts that you seem to be omnipotent Merlin, in fact, you can't even manage your own hair. There is too much room for growth! But those people don't care about your feelings, they will give you a label for granted, and hope that you Do it accordingly, for example, as the savior, you should save all living beings, you don’t have your own emotions, or you will be robbed by them like a golden snitch..."

That's horrible.Hearing her example, Harry couldn't help shivering.He looked at his cousins ​​and realized that although they had very different personalities, and maybe they each carried some terrible things, but there was no doubt that to him, they were just cousins ​​who cared deeply for him and grew up with him Cousin only.

Is the world's best cousin cousin.

Those heavy things that need to be carried by them, perhaps like his title of savior, have to be carried when they grow up.All the way up the stairs, Harry was desperately thinking about whether he could do anything. He walked into the room in a state of confusion, holding his breath all the time. At this moment, he finally felt that his emotions had gradually calmed down.

There's always a way, and he's not the only one struggling with these things.

And those mature adults around him are very reliable. To some extent, he has more confidence in them than in himself.

In the days that followed, Harry would still think about it from time to time, and try to listen to something again with the button-like instrument his godfather had given him.But to his disappointment, the button didn't work soon - he thought he might know the reason: after all, his uncle's main business was to research and develop similar magic items, and the props that could be used normally once in his home might be It is already a victory.

In his desperate attempt, the sloppy July passed by in a flash.When the end of the month was approaching, his attention was finally drawn away from listening to the corner of the living room, and he began to care about another matter, which he had been looking forward to for too long: on July 1991, 7, he On his 31th birthday, after his birthday, he will receive an admission letter from Hogwarts, and then go to school there.

Hogwarts!Harry excitedly drew a circle on his calendar, turned over countless times with difficulty on the night of the 30th, and finally fell asleep in a daze, not knowing how he slept.When the alarm clock woke him up, he opened his eyes drowsily, then quickly woke up, touched his own eyes and put them on, and rushed downstairs immediately.

Aunt Petunia is making breakfast.The kitchen utensils in their home are very smart under the blessing of magic, and they are currently performing their duties conscientiously. Aunt Petunia only needs to explain her requirements to the kitchen utensils, and they can complete their tasks well.However, the food under the magic of automation seems to lack some care and love. At important moments, Aunt Petunia will often cook the food herself.She is also very busy at work, but has always attached great importance to her children's birthdays.In fact, she even regarded it a little bit like doting - but with her husband on the side to balance it, it was completely fine.

Harry came behind her and saw her writing on the cream cake for herself, holding a Muggle piping bag, and carefully writing on it: Harry Potter Happy 11th Birthday.

She is not a professional cake maker, and she is not extremely skilled in holding the piping bag with the pen hand.But it was a nice looking cake, the chocolate flavor he liked.Looking at her profile, Harry was in a trance for a short time, as if his happiness had reached its peak, and then stopped there. He was still very happy, but there seemed to be something missing in this happiness.

"Harry?" Petunia found him when she put down the piping bag, and left a kiss on his cheek, "Why are you stunned? Happy birthday."

"Thank you, Aunt Petunia." Harry came back to his senses and smiled a little embarrassedly. He stood beside his aunt and looked at it for a while, and then asked in a low voice, "Can I go to the hospital again today? I think... ...I feel like... I'm 11 and I'm going to Hogwarts soon and I'm so happy I want to tell my mum."

If his father didn't come back to celebrate his birthday with him this year, then his mother at least had him by his side.Harry didn't say this, but pursed the corners of his lips, still smiling.

"Of course," said Petunia, "you can go after dinner at home, okay?"

"Of course," said Harry sincerely, "I'd love to eat your cake...I'd like to take a piece to my mother too, I think she'll be very happy too, Aunt Petunia."

When he came out of the kitchen with the finished cake and put the cake on the table, half of the table was already filled with the birthday presents he had received, piled up like a hill.Harry sat in a chair and unpacked it, and halfway through the unpacking, Isaac and Dorothy came down the stairs, holding the gift box for him.

"Happy birthday!" Dorothy put her gift in front of him, and looked at the one in his hand with interest. "What is this, a hand? What a strange gift, who gave it?"

Just as she leaned over Harry's back to look closely, the hand's movement changed suddenly, giving them a shiny thumbs out of the blue.

"Never seen anyone as good as you, man! Well done! Our rising star!"

The voice was so loud, cadenced, and impassioned that it startled them all.Harry was taken aback too, staring dumbfounded for a few seconds at the hand, which seemed to realize that it wasn't being responded to, and started changing gestures, as if planning to put on a more intimidating show.

"Wait, no, I mean, what should I say?" Harry stopped it quickly, "Uh, thanks?"

"Well, it's from Fred or George." Dorothy giggled, patted Harry's shoulders in a hurry, and suggested with interest, "Perhaps you should try to answer him" Nice eyes, man ’, Fred and George would love it. "

good suggestion.Harry immediately decided to follow suit, but it still had no effect.He rummaged through the gift box, and finally found the note the brothers put inside. When he opened it, the corners of his mouth twitched immediately.

"Ugh..." he said awkwardly to the wildly acting hand, "Okay, I know I'm unbeatable, but let's tone it down a little bit and give other mediocre people a chance, man."

He turned himself sideways with his hands strangely, saluted him solemnly, and finally stopped moving.Harry heaved a sigh of relief, and amid Dorothy's loud laughter, he couldn't help grinning, rewrapped this strange gift, and put it aside.

"Are they still traveling in Australia?" Isaac asked him.

yes.Harry nodded, and accurately found Ron's share from the pile of presents - he put it in the place closest to him alone - and took out the note that came with the gift, "Ron said they were going to I rushed back before my birthday, but there was a problem with their luggage, and they were temporarily detained by the Australian Ministry of Magic... They will definitely come back before school starts, even in Australia, Hogwarts has a very good reputation."

Isaac nodded to show his understanding, and pushed the present in front of him across the table, "Happy birthday—wizard top hat, you and Nina both have it."

This is great.Harry's eyes lit up, and he took his pure black kitten, Nina, over to put on the new hat with her.Dorothy took out her own gift from the gift box that Harry had just opened—the magic camera, and held it up to take pictures of them. Eli came in from the outside, just in time to see Harry wearing a new hat, and raised his eyebrows slightly .

"Happy birthday, Harry, nice hat," he asked. "Who sent it?"

"Isaac," said Harry, smiling, "thank you for the self-correcting quill, Uncle, I think I'll need it soon."

"I heard that after using it for a long time, it will become less sensitive, so I started to modify it indiscriminately. It's best to check it yourself after using it." Eli nodded at him, then looked at his son, and said a little narrowly, "It's a nice tradition in our house to give a wizard's hat, isn't it? But when your mother was your age, it was me, not a kitten."

Amid Harry and Dorothy's muffled laughter, Isaac rolled his eyes in a rare way: "Well, I currently think it's better to give Harry's cute kitten to other opposite sex, Dad."

"Young guy, you don't understand the magic of love." Behind Eli, another voice commented with great interest, and the smile in the voice was obvious.Harry's heart jumped almost as soon as he uttered the first word - and then he did, too, and ran for the door.

"Sirius! You didn't tell me you were on vacation today!"

Sirius Black stood behind Eli, looking at his godson with a bright smile. When he saw him coming, he squatted down without hesitation, hugged him, and patted his back hard.

"It's 11, boy!" he said happily, his handsome face glowing. "Of course I'm on vacation. Who misses their godson's 11th birthday?"

Harry grinned widely, he didn't seem to know what to say at this moment, he just kept smiling brightly.He likes Sirius so much, of course, he still likes his father the most, but this is almost no less than his liking for his father... He is his godfather, a well-known and outstanding Auror in the Auror office, It is also a big friend who will take him on various wonderful adventures.It was good enough for Sirius to be around when Dad wasn't around - he didn't think he was greedy, he was easily satisfied.

In his bright eyes, Sirius was smiling and continuing to imagine, introducing his plan enthusiastically: "A beautiful day, of course! Are you free in the afternoon? We can go racing—"

"Okay, Sirius, Harry's 11th birthday, not 17th." Remus Lupine parked his car in the garage of Smith's house, and heard Sirius talking about his ideas when he came over.He stopped it with half resignation, half amused, and smiled softly as he turned to Harry.

"I hope we're not too late," he said. "Happy birthday and have a nice day, Harry."

"Of course it's not too late." Harry shook his head vigorously and grinned, "I couldn't be happier now, Remus!"

Harry was certainly happy, in fact, he couldn't recall a happier day this year than today - with his loved ones and trusted elders surrounded by him celebrating his birthday.Of course, this day made him feel happy every year, but this year was even better than the previous years-he was 11 years old, and the Hogwarts owl could fly in front of him with an acceptance letter at any time.

He will meet more people and make more friends.He will let more people know him, and he will try to tell them that he is not just "the savior", a halo with a vague face, he is Harry Potter, a person who may not be special, but this is The real him... He couldn't wait to unveil the cloak of invisibility and come before everyone.

This tempting thought made him unable to resist looking at the window from time to time, wanting to see a small black spot coming from far and near from the horizon.After doing this countless times, Harry froze for a few seconds longer - and then he saw for sure that there was indeed something coming towards him from far and near.

His owl is here? !Harry's heart was pounding with joy.He didn't care to explain the reason to others, he got up and went to the window, stretching his neck to look.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer... When Harry could gradually see the outline of the person who came, his originally excited expression suddenly froze, and he just stood in front of the window blankly, without any reaction.

"Harry?" Several people had noticed his strange behavior and started calling his name one after another.But Harry didn't bother to answer them, he stared straight at the figure flying towards him - it was a man on a broom, flying towards him against the light in the rarely brilliant London sky, The wind blew the corner of his robe, blowing his familiar black hair even more messy...

"Why don't you give Dad a window? I can't get into the living room." The broom stopped in front of him, hanging in the air. James Potter smiled at him, stretched out his hand, and handed a letter to his son. letter.

"It took me a long time for Dumbledore to give me this letter—congratulations on being admitted to Hogwarts, son, you have entered a new stage in your life, and Dad is proud of you."

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