[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

At two o'clock in the morning, Petunia woke up with cold sweat all over her face, staring straight at the ceiling of the dormitory.

It was a while before she realized she was awake.The dormitory was very quiet late at night, only the long breathing of the roommates could be heard, Petunia sat up slowly, with her hands wrapped around her knees, and her rapid breathing slowly returned to calm in the dark.

She had just had a dream—a bad dream, dreaming that Eli was having a bad time.The Hogwarts in her dream was similar to the castles in the British tourist attractions, the buildings were old, the people living inside were also closed, and Eli was wearing tattered old clothes—in her dream, it was a bit like Sne Pu was wearing the clothes he wore when he was a child, and walked cautiously in the corridor, while others were pointing at him and throwing vegetable leaves at him.

It's just a dream, it's absurd, outrageous, impossible!Penny criticizes herself harshly.How could you think that, Penny!Anyway, Eli couldn't have ended up in such a miserable situation, he was only a freshman, and even those wizards-evil, bad wizards-could not be targeting him!Lily said that he has always been very popular in school, and he shouldn't be so pessimistic even in his dreams!

She sat there aggressively angry with herself for a moment, ashamed of herself for not trusting her friend's abilities.When the bulging momentum slowly subsided, in the silence around her, she clearly found that her heart was sinking uncontrollably.

But she couldn't help it, Petunia thought gloomily.She can only rely on guesswork to imagine Eli's current situation. No one told her the specific situation. She is too far away and completely irrelevant. The world that rejected her should have been with her from beginning to end It doesn't matter to her, she accidentally got a pair of hands protruding from the inside, once the hands retracted, she couldn't keep anything, and became nothing.

She was stunned for a while, then slowly buried her head, her forehead resting on her bent knees, and surrounded herself into a small ball.

Nearly two more months had passed since she had learned of Eli's plight in Lily's letter and had written to her.Spring has just left quietly, and early summer has arrived, and she hasn't heard a word from Eli for nearly two months.

Lily cared about her very much and wanted to help her.It's just that, as a first-year freshman from a Muggle family, she obviously has very limited channels for getting information. Petunia already has a certain understanding of the wizarding world, and knows that the magical world is not full of fairy tales and illusions like she thought. Good, where there are superheroes, there are super criminals, it is not the utopia imagined by muggles.

So she didn't get much information from Lily either.Hogwarts school has always maintained a calm and calm environment, and cannot see the turmoil and competition in the magical world outside.What Lily could tell Petunia was that Eli's situation at school had improved in the past two months, and quite a few people didn't find him as unreasonable as they did at the beginning.

"A week after that article was sent, he published another article in the Daily Prophet with the same title and the same content, but clearer and more convincing." Lily told her sister in the letter, "He really Great, isn't it?"

yes.Petunia stretched her arms in the darkness, groped under the pillow, and pulled out a carefully folded newspaper.

This paper was exactly what Lily had said it would be republished a week later.Lily sent her two newspapers, and sent her the two editions published by Eli. She had read them carefully many times in the past two months, and she clearly saw the difference, and also I vaguely felt the undercurrent surging behind these two articles.

And these things, Eli didn't share a word with her. After receiving her letter, he only sent her the newspaper a week later, and simply wrote a sentence in the blank space above.

-I won't give up, I will keep trying.

This was the last response Petunia received from him.After that until now, he has not sent any more letters.

But Petunia didn't write a reply until he got her letter, but sent an owl with a feather—all brought by Wendy himself.She has been able to fully recognize this owl, and has prepared several different flavors of owl food in the dormitory, as well as a water bowl specially prepared for it, and looks up to the sky from time to time, looking forward to its arrival.

She understood that Eli was telling her not to worry—it was clearly a way of telling her she was safe.But Petunia gradually found that she was not satisfied with these, and the anxiety and loss of being isolated were always with her, and she couldn't even write all this into the letter.

He must be very busy right now...and she's just his...a friend who can't help anything...

Petunia slowly fell back on the bed, turned over irritably and sadly, and forced herself to close her eyes.

She was still holding the newspaper in her hand, and she held it in her arms, which finally made her feel at ease and safe.She was half curled up, thinking drowsily for a long time, and finally fell asleep.

At this time, Eli was still awake. He was sitting at the round table in the Gryffindor common room, carefully reading the letter in his hand.These are the six No.20 letters he read tonight. The letters on the round table are divided into two piles. The ones that have been read are put together, and the ones that have not been read are on the other side. Now there are only two letters that have not been read. Tonight Finally, I am about to read my letter.

After reading these letters, he will send them to Arthur tomorrow morning to let him know about wizards' questions and opinions on magic phones.Arthur will combine this information to make corresponding improvements to the magic phone, and he will also learn from his experience and continue to explain and publicize it in newspapers.

After the article in the "Daily Prophet" was tampered with, the newspaper could continue to promote the magic phone, which Eli didn't expect at first.The development of the matter is more optimistic than expected. After all, this is the newspaper with the largest circulation, the most authoritative and influential in the British magic circle-and all this can be achieved, and the manuscript has not been tampered with, all thanks to the help of one person. The situation turned upside down.

The first time he was invited to the office by Dumbledore was six days after the article was published.Eli didn't expect that his principal would be such a kind, kind, and intelligent person, and he also didn't expect that such a person would pay attention to what he was doing—not just the article that made him suffer. It is an article of groundless accusations, but he and Arthur's idea of ​​a magic phone, and Dumbledore actually has a deep understanding of it.

"Please sit down, Mr. Smith." Dumbledore said kindly with a smile. He waved his wand and conjured an armchair out of thin air behind him. The teapot on the table flew into the air, brewing steaming tea in the cup The tea slipped smoothly in front of him, "I think we will have an interesting and meaningful conversation, so a comfortable chair and a comfortable environment are necessary...Do you need to add sugar to black tea? I usually use it , prepared several kinds of sugar cubes, all on your left, you can choose the one you like.”

"Thank you, my habit is to drink without sugar." Elio responded with a little restraint, and sat down in the armchair.But then he stood up again immediately - apologizing for the newspaper that was lying in front of Dumbledore at the moment.

"I'm sorry, Professor Dumbledore - I was oversimplifying things, I didn't expect to bring you under fire, I really -"

"Don't worry, Mr. Smith." Dumbledore said with a smile, "If I remember correctly, in the past year, the "Daily Prophet" criticized me explicitly and secretly for fifteen times. This time it has no effect on me."

Eli watched Dumbledore cautiously (but boldly), felt that he was not lying, hesitated for a moment, and slowly sat back.

"Why is this?" Eli asked suspiciously, "Professor Dumbledore, in many books I have read about the history of the wizarding world, you are known as the greatest headmaster Hogwarts has ever had. The achievement makes this assessment extremely convincing."

"You can't sleep on your laurels, can you? Otherwise, you will be left behind by the times, and the older the wizard, the further you will fall behind. Especially when you are always dealing with young and outstanding wizards." At times, this feeling will become very obvious-like you are sitting in front of me now, Mr. Smith, I am saying to myself in my heart, I must continue to improve, Albus, or I will die sometime in the near future. At one point, you're not going to be able to give these rising stars the proper guidance - of course, I'm very happy to see that."

Eli shook his head immediately: "You are too good, Professor."

"No, I think this is very appropriate." Dumbledore said gently, "Before going back to school today, Arthur and I met and saw the finished product of your magic phone. It only takes a small amount of magic power to make it Wizards can communicate quickly, and all it takes is a string of numbers - I have to say, this is a genius idea, and I bet my old friend Nicole Flamel would also be impressed by your results if he saw the magic phone Amazing."

Eli knew who Nicole Flamel was, so he felt that he deserved this kind of praise even more.He said at once: "It's a modification of a Muggle phone, Professor, we haven't created a new one, and..."

He paused, and said in a low voice: "And if most of its users feel that it is meaningless, then there must be a lot of room for improvement."

Dumbledore's blue eyes looked at him carefully through the semicircular lenses, and Eli had the feeling that he was being completely seen through.

"But the audience it uses hasn't even seen your full exposition, has it?" said Dumbledore gently, "they've all seen only a truncated and distorted skeleton, deprived of any further understanding of the new things, life-changing opportunities."

"You know?" Eli said in surprise, having a deeper understanding of the principal's ability and today's conversation.He nodded and asked straight to the point, "Why is this happening, professor? Do newspapers in the magic world have a tradition of tampering with other people's contributions without permission and criticizing them?"

"I don't think so." Dumbledore said seriously, without prevaricating him at all, and gave him a very precise answer.

"Newspapers have always been able to dominate the current trend of public opinion in society. If you think about it, others can think about it. When your views go against those of more powerful and capable people, you will be criticized— —whether you're a first year or a Hogwarts headmaster."

"I was targeted because I wanted to promote the magic phone." Eli asked suspiciously, "What are you doing, Professor?"

"I think we may be for the same reason." Dumbledore said happily. "Improved Muggle items are very useful, aren't they? Muggles also have excellent intelligence and amazing inventions, but it's a pity that among us A lot of people refuse to admit that."

The atmosphere of the chat was so harmonious that Eli soon relaxed.He asked curiously: "Then whose idea are we going against?"

"I think it is the deep-rooted concept of pure-blood supremacy and discrimination against Muggles in the magical world." Dumbledore said calmly, "After Grindelwald's defeat, these views have been contained to a considerable extent. But after a new leader is produced After that, they have obviously come back again in a big way, and they have already taken a considerable advantage without knowing it."

Eli realized something: "Voldemort?"

Dumbledore smiled kindly and nodded approvingly.

"Although at your age, you probably shouldn't know this, but I still have to say, Mr. Smith, you are very smart and very brave." flames."

"My dad said that the taboo of names represents a kind of dominance and oppression, which stems from caution and fear." Eli curled his lower lip, and then frowned again, "Does anyone think he's wrong? ?I mean, does everyone but us--?"

"Of course not." Dumbledore said affirmatively, "If it was true, I might not know the inside story of your manuscript being tampered with. Some people are quietly resisting. Although it is not vigorous, it never stops. Just like Green DeVoe and his saints didn't make it in the same way I think Voldemort and his Death Eaters didn't make it. A man's beliefs are wrong and he's going to fail in the end, I guess it's a kind of history Definitely—I heard your father was a professor of history, and I think you know what I mean, Eli."

Eli could understand, but he still said frankly: "I understand, but I'm not sure if what I'm doing is useful, Professor. I'm still too young, and I'm too impulsive to do this thing. If I'm not careful, I'll kill you." Maybe I made some irreparable mistakes."

Dumbledore stared at him.

"Even so?" he asked.

Eli paused in surprise, then laughed.

"Nevertheless, I think I should do what I think is right..." He said, taking out of his pocket the manuscript with the same name that he had been revising for the past few days and finally prepared. When he received the principal's note , perhaps just waiting for this moment to come.

"Could you take a look at it for me, Professor?" he asked. "I have revised the original manuscript again, this time more closely and clearly than the last. I don't know if it is correct as I write it It works, but a friend of mine said to me that I must be on the right track, and I feel the same way."

Dumbledore took his parchment solemnly.

"Wisdom and courage, as well as justice and kindness, you are a very good Gryffindor, Eli." He said gently, "I can't tell you what effect this persistence will have, but I can What is certain is that all drastic changes start from the most subtle, and every change is meaningful.”

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