[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

Uncle Eli has never looked at him with such eyes, never, they have lived together for ten years, he is a gentle person, he will never vent the problems encountered at work and the accumulated anger on his family .

Harry trembled uncontrollably under his gaze, his green eyes were open, and he stared blankly at his uncle, his bewilderment and fear must have been truly reflected in his expression.He didn't know how long it had passed, and he couldn't grasp the exact time... But Uncle Eli's expression finally eased, and he turned his head to one side, looking at Professor Snape next to him.

"Call the school infirmary, please, Severus." He said softly, "As witnesses at the scene, they have no way to move freely for the time being, but I think some tranquilizers are absolutely necessary. They needed some reassurance before Si rushed back ... both were 11-year-olds and must have been terrified."

Ron let out a shaky muffled grunt beside him, perhaps trying to force himself to say that he was okay for now, but he didn't succeed.The three of them huddled tightly together, and each could feel the trembling from the other two.

Snape nodded briefly, and quickly dialed the number of the school infirmary. Eli turned his head and looked at Harry again.

This time his gaze was as gentle as it was familiar to Harry, and Harry saw him walking towards him, his wand raised, tapping each of the three of them.

A warm current seemed to flow down their limbs from the tip of his staff, and their teeth stopped chattering.He used his body to block the bloody scene at the end of the corridor. They could only hear the sound of Professor McGonagall casting spells. Harry had never heard of those spells, but as the name suggests, it seemed to be searching for traces—probably the murderer cast magic. traces or something.

Feeling that his vocal chords were finally working properly, Harry tried to open his mouth, and when he finally could make a sound, he said eagerly, "I didn't do it, Uncle, I don't know—I heard voices, but No one else heard it, we followed the sound and saw——”

"I saw Professor Quirrell's body." Uncle Eli helped him complete the last half of the sentence, his voice was low and calm, and he looked down at him, "Don't be nervous, Harry, no one thinks You will be a murderer. If you can complete such a crime in your first year, I am afraid that Hogwarts has nothing to teach you. What you urgently need is to be punished and reformed in Azkaban... Just kidding. When Headmaster Dumbledore returns later, just tell the truth as much as you can, Ron, Hermione, and you two too."

Harry opened his mouth to look at him. After realizing that although he was joking, his tone was steady and his attitude was calm. He did not suspect that he was a murderer. He froze for a while, and finally closed his mouth.

"Teach...Professor." Ron worked hard for a long time, and finally made a sound. He immediately spoke on his own, and hurriedly spit out the words, "It can't be Harry! We know Rarely, only Harry heard some voices from the beginning to the end, although Hermione, me, and Professor Snape didn't hear them. But we were with Harry all the time, from your class to dinner , to being in the hallway and coming here, we've been together."

"Yes, I know, it can't be Harry." Judging from his words, when he was in a trance just now, he heard very limited words in his head. Eli nodded to him, and repeated it patiently, "We will investigate this matter seriously. I am touched by the friendship between you, Ron. I think I should thank you for your trust in Harry as his uncle."

Ron seemed to have just remembered that he was Harry's uncle. Obviously, no one would doubt their relatives when the evidence was not conclusive.He nodded slightly, looking calmer at last.He lowered his head, not realizing in time that Harry was looking at him, his eyes full of dependence and gratitude.

"Teacher, professor," whispered Hermione beside them, clearing her throat cautiously under the gaze of her friends, "we know so little, I don't know if I'm right, but the That line of writing seems, seems to be Professor Quirrell's own handwriting... He may be himself, himself..."

She stopped talking and stared at the professor nervously.

"I can't think of how people can make themselves like this." Eli said calmly and cautiously, "There are spells that can manipulate people to do such things, and it is not impossible for wizards to invade people's brains. But Of course, it cannot be ruled out that he did it voluntarily. Everything still needs further investigation. Thank you for the clues, Hermione. Ah, Madam Pomfrey is here—the three of you need a drink to relieve Emotional potion, you all look terrified."

It was indeed terrified. Children in peaceful times should never have seen such a scene in their entire lives.The last time they saw something similar to blood was probably on Halloween, and now the plasma props were replaced with real ones. The professor they knew died in front of them. No child who witnessed all this could not have nightmares at night.

The three of them drank the potion, went to the headmaster's office, talked about the pitifully little known information over and over again, and dragged their exhausted bodies back to Gryffindor Tower in silence. With a thick bruise.Harry didn't sleep all night, and he barely closed his eyes. As soon as he closed his eyes, Professor Quirrell's death appeared in front of him... What's more terrifying than this is that on the way back, Ron words to him.

"Don't tell more people about the voice you heard, Harry." His voice was low and tight, and he seemed nervous when he said this. "It's not a good thing to hear voices that others can't hear, at least That's how it is in the wizarding world."

"It's even more so in the Muggle world." Hermione said in a low voice, "People may think you are crazy, talkative, or delusional... Sometimes people are very harsh on people who show different, once It's the same with Muggles and wizards."

But he really heard that voice, even if he didn't say it and kept his mouth shut to others, he did hear it.Harry tossed and turned on his four-poster bed at night, unable to fall asleep no matter what, he thought about this question over and over again, his head hurt from thinking about it, and a conjecture that he himself was extremely unwilling to face slowly rose uncontrollably.

He can hear it, but others can't... Is it because Professor Quirrell's death has something to do with him?Although he didn't know what it was, but... But if he could have followed closer and run faster, would Professor Quirrell have survived?

This terrible conjecture entangled him deeply, making his heart tighten uncomfortably, and he was so shocked by guilt that he couldn't hide.Harry opened his eyes in the dark bedroom, took a deep breath, and felt that he was trembling uncontrollably even with the breath he exhaled.

He thought about the night when they started school again, he also heard voices that others couldn't hear... But nothing special happened after that, so he didn't care, but now it seems that something is happening quietly, With his arrival, the person who manipulated it gradually made it surface.

Maybe he shouldn't have come to Hogwarts.Harry turned over preoccupied, calmly feeling negative and pessimistic, and at the same time feeling sad and sad for his own thought.

He got up at his usual wake-up time, and when he drew back the curtains of the four-poster bed, he and Ron exchanged glances, and the two greeted each other stiffly, both more awkwardly than usual.They joined Hermione who was going downstairs, and came to the auditorium together. Harry noticed sensitively that many eyes were staring at him, but they suddenly retracted when he looked over. Dare to look at him, or rather, dare not look at him.

Harry's heart sank, and he asked his friends in a hoarse voice, "They...do they know?"

"The school is so big, but things always spread quickly." Ron muttered, "And often the worse things spread faster."

"It was mentioned in the school newspaper that was issued this morning." Neville passed behind them and said in a low voice, "You were not specifically mentioned in it, but Harry, I think everyone knows about it."

"Know what?" Harry asked him, submerged in the icy waters of the Black Lake.

"That line Professor Quirrell wrote, 'Those who associate with the savior, beware' or something. "Neville said in a flat tone, Harry has known him for a long time, he is a very good-tempered, very talkative person, he always has a smile on his face, Harry has never seen him show such a calm to almost indifferent expression expression.

"Sounds familiar, doesn't it?" He said softly, "My grandma once told me that when my parents were fighting against the mysterious man, she received similar threats almost every day."

He walked past them, to eat breakfast in the auditorium.Harry's footsteps stopped, and his hand was clenched tightly by an invisible hand, finally unable to escape the question that he had been afraid to touch.

That sentence on the wall yesterday...

He brings misfortune to those around him, right?Someone was staring at him, secretly staring at him.

A chill rose from under his feet, and Harry turned to look at his two friends. Ron and Hermione were silent, and they seemed to have realized this before he did.

"Maybe I should go to the auditorium to eat by myself." Harry opened his mouth and said with difficulty, "If I..."

"If you're not actually a savior, but a disaster, Potter." Someone's voice came from the side, and Harry turned his head to see that Draco Malfoy of Slytherin was with their two big friends Walking together, watching him come in, seeing Harry looking at him, curling the corners of his lips in a slightly contrived manner, showing a disdainful expression.

"Is it depressed? Sad? Angry?" He drew out his voice, crossed his arms and said slowly, "Look, Potter, the people around you are like this, I hope those hypocrites Your flattery didn't completely destroy your frivolous mind, doesn't it feel good to fall from the clouds?"

They disliked each other from the first side of their dealings.Harry looked at him and said dryly, "Okay, when everyone else is staying away, you choose to take a closer look to verify whether that sentence is true or not?"

Malfoy looked at him, his expression suddenly froze: "..."

He seemed to realize what he was doing now, and he hurriedly left after a few seconds, without even saying goodbye to Harry. He walked quickly, and his back was obviously a little bit embarrassed.

"Malfoy can still have a positive effect." Ron exhaled from the side, "Thanks to him, I feel much better now-I think you and Professor Quirrell don't seem to be very familiar with each other, Harry, if yesterday was I was killed, so you should really remind Hermione to stay away from you."

Hermione smiled lightly, and Harry twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling somewhat better.

Regrettably, after he entered the auditorium, the mood was affected again.Neville and Malfoy were right. Everyone seemed to know what happened overnight. When he appeared at the door, almost everyone looked at him.Harry tried to keep his composure and walked towards the Gryffindor table. When he sat down, the three people sitting near him got up at the same time, ran to the other side and sat down without saying a word.

That's good, he's like a virus right now.Harry picked up the knife and fork silently, and Ron sat down beside him, and said while picking up the knife and fork: "I don't know what happened to some people, they should be safe until Hermione and I die, right? "

He didn't try to lower his voice, but no one responded to his humor except Harry and Hermione.Somebody did something at last, though, and Dorothy, leaving her friends, came and sat down near him, and cast him a worried look.

"Are you all right, Harry?" she asked, frowning. "I just heard the news this morning and you... did you freak out last night? It's worrying..."

The real answer was yes, but Harry didn't want her to worry, so he just curled the corners of his lips towards her.He keenly noticed that Dorothy's face was very serious, and it seemed that there was not only concern for him in this seriousness... He noticed that her eyes were raised, looking in the direction of the Ravenclaw table, and who exchanged He caught a glance and knew it must be Isaac.

The moment his uncle looked at him last night came back to his mind. Harry took a bite of the fried egg without appetite, feeling uncontrollably depressed. The alienation was different, and it made him feel uncontrollably depressed.

You can't do this, Harry.Harry said sternly to himself, they didn't really repel you, it's normal to feel cautious, everyone has their own considerations, he didn't know what their seriousness was because of, but he knew it wasn't because of him...

While he was chewing his meal, the door of the auditorium was pushed open again.The students have basically sat down, and some professors have not yet appeared. Everyone subconsciously glanced at the door, and then suddenly there were many exclamations from different long tables.

Harry didn't notice the movement, he was still lost in his own thoughts.But the person who brought these movements came towards him, put his shoulders on his shoulders from behind while he was unprepared, then half-bowed and picked him into his arms, snorted hard a few times in his hair, and moved Surprisingly familiar.

"You're so lethargic in the early morning, Harry?" The visitor said with a smile, his voice was hearty, "You don't seem to have woken up at all, why don't you go to class today, I'll ask you for leave, and go back to sleep again." Get some sleep."

After a brief shock, Harry turned around so quickly that no one could react.

"Sirius!" He shouted in surprise, looking at the face of the godfather with a bright smile, the dark clouds that had been lingering in his heart seemed to be broken, and the bright sunshine of this morning finally shone into his heart.

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