[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

The small town of Cokeworth, surrounded by mountains, has a slightly more pleasant climate than other places in the UK. It is not so cold in winter and not too hot in summer.However, no matter where the midsummer sun is, it is venomous, and the deep shade of the trees casts mottled shadows, and the deep greenery almost melts into the ground.The sky is as blue as washing, and everything is gilded with a layer of gold under the scorching sun.

When Petunia was looking out of the window, she was out of focus for a while. After the female companion at the side noticed it, she touched her arm lightly and asked with concern: "Are you okay, Petunia? The weather is so bad hot."

fine.Petunia came back to her senses, thanked her, and looked back at the various flowers on the table.

They are taking a class in flower arrangement, a core subject that Irantu Girls' School is proud of.The school aspires to cultivate students into elegant and decent ladies, and believes that these courses can well demonstrate their elegant taste.

There are dozens of different accessories on the long white table, from gorgeous roses to elegant irises, classic cornflowers and gentle baby’s breath, as well as some common summer flowers, all laid out in a crowded way on the desktop.Each of the girls has their own vase, and they have to carefully select the right type from these accessories to match the most beautiful bouquet in their hearts.

The female partner next to her chose the pure lily with blue hyacinth, and the whole bouquet has already taken shape.She enthusiastically invited Petunia to appreciate it: "How is it, Petunia? I think it's not bad."

Very nice, pure and elegant.Petunia complimented her quite appropriately, and her companion was very satisfied with this evaluation.She shifted her eyes to Petunia in a courteous manner, and wanted to respond to the compliment, but paused hesitantly after seeing Penny's outfit clearly.

"Hmm..." She organized her words, "It's very summer. But Penny, don't you think this combination is a bit too bright? In terms of types, it might be..."

She paused politely.

Petunia understood the meaning of this, and she chose the petunia as the protagonist in her vase. Even if you don't mention how common this flower is, just looking at the time, this kind of flower that blooms early in the morning is really not suitable for Applied in the afternoon, it looks a little dehydrated, not in the best bloom state of the morning.

In addition to petunias, she also chose sunflowers to match.The golden sunflower gives people a feeling of vitality, but it is not very suitable to match with the petunias, which are also bright and warm in color. If the bold color contrast is not well grasped, it will not show the elegance of taste.And Penny's bouquet didn't even use any decent and expensive ingredients at all—it looked a bit too ordinary, as if it was picked randomly from the roadside, far less elegant and tasteful than other people's bouquets.

But what does it matter?Petunia means petunia, and she was destined to be an ordinary person.Unlike her younger sister, she has a beautiful face and a cute enough personality. She is even a wizard, in line with everyone's beautiful imagination of Lily. Perhaps when she was just born, her name had already been used as a spell to determine everyone's future. destiny.

Accepting one's own ordinaryness and powerlessness is always a test that people like her have to pass.

"Although it's inconspicuous, I quite like it." Petunia said simply to her female companion, carefully tying a ribbon on her bouquet of flowers, "Even if it's an ordinary flower, someone will always like it, yes No? I don't mind being the one who appreciates it."

All right.The female companion looked at her suspiciously, shrugged, and did not comment on her thoughts.After the teacher graded their works, the bouquet of flowers belonged to them.Penny left after class with her own bouquet of flowers—it got a mediocre passing grade, which was probably exactly like hers.

When walking in the shade of midsummer, Petunia still habitually looked up at the sky, looking for the figure of the owl she wanted to see, even though it hadn't appeared for a long time.

Maybe he'd forgotten, or got bored, Petunia told herself.He's doing a tough job, and she can't be of much help, and dealing with an ordinary, boring Muggle girl is never going to be any fun at all, and he's going to be a man of great achievement in the future, and she Definitely just one of his first Muggle pen pals from his first year...

During this period of time, Petunia said this to herself many times, and now when she thinks this way again, she will no longer feel lost and angry, perhaps she has begun to get used to accepting this.

Strangely, she knew very well that she would not be like a year ago when she acted radically because she was rejected by the magic world, and regarded anyone who knew magic as a monster.If she saw Snape again now, she thought she'd greet him calmly, not comment harshly on his clothes, laugh at his magic...even though she might well be facing rejection from someone related to magic again.

She clearly felt her own growth, maybe the maturity of a girl always happens in that moment.

Petunia held the matched bouquet in her arms, and walked along the green road of the school alone.She was immersed in her own thoughts, not noticing that the earth-shaking maturity she showed was quietly changing her, making her peaceful and inner, walking quietly in the bright sunlight like this, with the skirt and hair gently Swaying has also become a fresh scenery, which is the transformation she once deeply longed for after realizing her ordinaryness.

She walked forward for a while, and the sound of running footsteps behind her was getting closer, and then someone patted her on the shoulder, and the female companion bent down panting, struggling to catch her breath.

"Petunia! You are here—people have been calling you from the public phone booth downstairs in our dormitory. The person who received the call said that you didn't seem to be there, so he said to call back later—he called in about 5 minutes. One, I've called four or five times now."

Petunia froze for a moment, her heart suddenly jumped violently as if she had come to life suddenly.

She had received a call from that person - but he probably didn't know the public phone number downstairs in her dormitory - but -

Petunia grabbed the hand of her female companion and asked eagerly, her voice changed a bit: "Did he say what his name is—was it Eli Smith?"

—but she hoped it was him.

"That's right, that's the name." The female companion nodded for confirmation, prolonging her voice, teasing with a smile, "I think his voice is pretty nice—when did we, Petunia, make such a good friend? Wait a minute. , Could it be that mysterious friend who always writes to you is..."

Petunia had no time to pay attention to her female companion's teasing, she let go of the other's hand, and ran in the next second.

The summer wind blew over her cheeks, bringing up her golden hair and plaid skirt.She didn't think about anything along the way, her mind was blank, and all the inexplicable things that she thought about seemed to be thrown out of the sky all at once.

The public phone booth downstairs in the dormitory rang again, and a few girls sitting on the nearby grass looked at her, whispering with curious eyes.Petunia ran to the phone booth, didn't even have time to put down the bouquet, and directly picked up the phone, trying her best to calm down her violent breathing.

Before she had time to speak, the other party seemed to hear the clue from the sound of breathing, and said apologetically, "Sorry, I called you without contacting you first, did I bother you, Petunia?"

At this moment, thoughts in Petunia's mind were chaotic, at least a dozen different tones and contents of answers flashed through, and finally she chose by instinct, and let out an angry shout.

"You still know how to call!" She said furiously, "Why, didn't you know my contact information at school before? It took so long to find it? Or you forgot to write to me Address? Eli Smith!"

Eli was obviously taken aback by her, and was stunned for a few seconds before continuing to speak hesitantly, with a little more caution in his tone: "I'm sorry, I know I haven't written a letter these past few months, because I want to put this sentence Keep it until now... Do you know where I am calling you now, Penny?"

"Where?" Petunia asked viciously, immersed in her own inexplicable anger, completely unaware that at this moment, she was standing in the position of a wife staying at home, facing her husband who had disappeared for a long time after a business trip and finally reappeared , with a bad tone.

"Hogwarts principal's office." Eli replied immediately, his tone unprecedentedly uplifting, "I always thought that Hogwarts was the most difficult place to get a phone call, because the magic field here is too strong... But Professor Dumbledore is very excited. There is a way! He solved this problem perfectly and installed the first magic phone in the principal's office! He also generously gave me the first chance to make a call, thinking that he would be the first to share the good news with everyone It's meaningful and valuable to support one's friends, the first number dialed on the first magic phone..."

Headmaster Dumbledore!Petunia gasped, and quickly recalled the letter she sent a year ago, and the other party's gentle rejection.

That's what she first realized, the magic's rejection of her.

Now it was she who was speaking cautiously, even stuttering in a panic.Petunia held the microphone tightly, pressed it tightly to her ear, and lowered her voice nervously: "You are in the principal's office now? I'm sorry, I just..."

"Ah, that's all right, Professor Dumbledore is listening to music - or pretending to be listening to music, obviously he doesn't think there's anything wrong with it." Eli laughed. "Aren't you angry? That's great."

What was she angry just now?Petunia thought of this question belatedly, and was momentarily taken aback.

Eli continued: "I encountered many problems in the process of promoting the magic phone...it was much more high-profile and difficult than I imagined, not only because of the hindrance of prejudice, but also some more practical entanglements...but anyway , it has done it initially, and it is a good start. Wizards will surely understand how convenient it is, and no one will refuse to improve their lives. The first magic phone installed at Hogwarts is a start, the Ministry of Magic Both the Wizengamot and the Wizengamot have confirmed that they will send people over to investigate, tomorrow!"

That's great.Petunia smiled at his rare upbeat tone, and then asked him: "Have you encountered many difficulties in the past few months?"

"I think so, but it doesn't matter." Eli smiled and said lightly, "There will be difficulties in doing anything, and the only thing we can do is to work hard to overcome it-it took me a few months. Although most of it is not due to me. But I still want to share it with you as soon as possible...Penny, your unwavering support means a lot to me, and I have been greatly encouraged."

Petunia was fascinated by the sound, and felt that something that had been stagnant in her heart for a long time began to surge again, gradually getting out of her control.

If he thought she was so important...

"But I don't just want to know the result." She said suddenly, interrupting Eli's words.

Eli paused unexpectedly: "...what?"

"I don't want to keep worrying about you ignorantly, and only know a result at the end." Penny said, her breathing fluctuations gradually began to increase, "I understand that you may not want me to worry, and I don't want to worry about you." Understand that I can't actually get anything done...but if you think I'm important to you, don't count me out next time when the going gets tough!"

Eli on the other end of the phone listened quietly without interrupting.

Petunia wanted to cry a little bit, she knew it wasn't because she was disappointed in Eli, she knew there was nothing wrong with his choice, what he was doing even Lily didn't know, they were so close... and she Why make such an unreasonable request?What's the point of all this, even if Eli can tell her without reservation later?

She silently hugged the bouquet in her hand, as if hoping that these ordinary flowers could bring her more support and courage at this moment.

"I understand." Eli said suddenly on the other end of the phone, "When I read the letters from those wizards several times in the middle of the night, I wanted to write to you to talk about the conservative views and opinions of these wizards, and to share Minor progress and changes. But in the end I didn't write any of them, I think they just add unnecessary confusion to you... People read storybooks and don't worry too much when they see the difficult parts of the plot, but it happens This is not the case, it does not necessarily have a good result, I thought I should not transfer this pressure to you."

Petunia listened quietly, and Eli smiled slightly.

"I think you'd probably be a Gryffindor too if you'd come to Hogwarts," he said. "Gryffindors never lack for courage—sorry, I think I know better now what to do with me." My extra Gryffindor friends."

Petunia smiled when she heard that, Lily was also in this college, she knew something - he said she was brave, so could she really be a little braver like a Gryffindor?

She lowered her eyes, holding the phone in one hand and holding the bouquet in the other, looking at the golden sunflower petals.The bright, scorching sun of midsummer hit her through the glass windows of the phone booth.Facing the phone, she asked softly: "You are on summer vacation in early July, right? Will you come back with Lily? I..."

She closed her eyes, approached the flowers that seemed to be filled with sunshine-like warmth, and whispered, "I want to see you very much."

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