[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

At the end of the lesson, Hermione was the first to sprint to the podium, faster than Harry, Dorothy and Isaac.This surprised them all, Hermione rarely showed such agility, and she was so cautious in flying lessons that she was riding not a broomstick but a flying baby carriage.

"Ms. Evans!" she said excitedly, "My name is Hermione Granger, I've seen you on TV—I'm from a Muggle family! You were in charge of promoting the special anti-insomnia drug last year, yes No? My mom and dad were big fans of that drug, they were both dentists, and said that if they prescribed it, they would save them from the painful insomnia caused by the toothache. It was more effective than melatonin, and There are no associated side effects, you take it and go to sleep, it's like magic - it really is magic, isn't it?"

"Yes, this is a special drug improved from the Dreamless Sleep Potion. The main difficulty in promoting it in the Muggle world is the raw material of the drug, but after comparing the raw materials, the researchers replaced absolutely Most of the herbs, currently only one herb is the same as the herb of the Dreamless Sleep Potion, which comes from the powder of sleepy bugs. The magical abilities of wizards in these areas are difficult to replace, we are still researching, I believe this will unlock for us More life sciences and even the mysteries of the universe."

Petunia nodded slightly at her and smiled.

"Hello, Hermione, Harry mentioned you many times on the phone." She said gently, "He said you are a very good girl who always gets a lot of points for the house, but the opportunity for you to make friends Not grades, but your kindness and bravery. I'm glad Harry has a good friend like you, school friendships are always precious, aren't they?"

"I don't know yet, but I think so." Hermione pursed her lips a little proudly and shyly and smiled, she raised her face slightly, her eyes were bright and full of crystal radiance, "Your demeanor is very charming , Ms. Evans! You are as dazzling as Ms. Millicent Barnold and Ms. Amelia Burns! When you stand on the stage, you are so radiant that no one will not be attracted!"

"Thank you for your compliment. I think wisdom and bravery can really make women more attractive, whether they are ordinary women or witches." Petunia said to her, and Hermione nodded vigorously with a bright smile.

"That's terrible." Ron moved to the front of the podium, his attention focused on the three revolvers lined up side by side.He looked at them in awe. His father Arthur was an inventor who was obsessed with Muggle creations, and their house was also full of Muggle products, but his father Arthur did not take any guns into the house. This is the first time I have such an intuitive understanding of this Muggle weapon.

"Have you noticed? It has no threshold!" Ron said in shock. "There are many spells that only powerful wizards can cast, but any Muggle can hold a gun! Someone noticed this Is it? Once wizards and Muggles fight - I'm just using an analogy, making a hypothesis - are wizards really sure of winning?"

"Impossible." Isaac answered him, "But whoever wins depends on who goes first. One-on-one duels against wizards have a greater chance of winning, ten against one Muggle has a greater chance of winning, and there are snipers and magical creatures. .”

"Before the war begins, no one can be sure which side will win or not. History has told us this many times." Eli helped Petunia put the three revolvers into the suitcase, and put the The suitcase was stuffed into a small handbag, and he said to them, "Wars mixed with politics are more complicated, and the weapons on the surface and the manipulation of souls in the dark cannot be equally replaced by paper strength. All that can be done is to avoid the war so that all the tragedies don't start."

"It's a bit ironic. The best way for us to prevent wars is to take certain advantages in possible wars and show them off." Penny said, exchanging glances with her husband at the side, "I've hesitated for a long time to decide Don’t bring the revolvers here, and later decided to bring these weapons to the wizards to see, the signing of non-aggression treaties is always based on the recognition of each other’s military strength by both parties, and the rules of this world are like this.”

"I know that there are still many wizards who still feel that earning Muggle money is worse than just grabbing it... Who was the last person who wanted to ride on Muggle's head? The mysterious man? It's been ten years since he disappeared, on the grave The grass can already grow very lush." ​​Ron said inexplicably, "So why don't many people update their knowledge and learn lessons in time?"

Dorothy shrugged at that.

"It's human nature not to learn from history." She said deeply, "My God, I sounded like a scholar... Oh yes, this sentence was originally a Muggle history Scientists said."

Harry stood aside, listening to their conversation with interest. Seeing that they had almost talked and the other students had basically left, he turned to his aunt and greeted her eagerly.He is not used to showing intimacy with someone in front of unfamiliar people, which may have a lot to do with the way of life that he needs to hide himself since he was a child.

"Aunt Petunia." The corners of Harry's mouth couldn't stop rising, his excitement and happiness were beyond words, "The class was great! It was a success!"

Aunt Petunia, in a neat suit, lost the softness and casualness she had at home, and looked much more capable and neat, but when she held him in her arms, her arms were still as warm as before.

"Come to pick you up for Christmas, Harry," she said softly, stroking the top of his hair. "It's been a rough term, hasn't it? Go home and get some rest."

Harry opened his mouth, and the smile on his face paused slightly.He was very excited when he rushed over, and couldn't wait to share his life at Hogwarts these past few months with Aunt Petunia.His outstanding performance as the youngest Seeker in the Quidditch field, the new classmates he met in school, the new knowledge he learned, the new world he saw, his more thoughts on his identity as the savior, and He was seeing Aunt Petunia's joy and surprise and excitement on the podium...he wanted to share it with her, he wanted to share it with her.

But when he heard Aunt Petunia's voice so softly, it seemed that he didn't want to say the words he had wanted to say.The excitement and joy faded away, and the grievance and exhaustion that came up after he realized it almost overwhelmed him.

He thought of his embarrassment when he rushed into Hogwarts Castle in a violent storm, the panic of being entangled in the shadows, the fear when facing the scene of Professor Quirrell's death, the sadness when he was isolated by his classmates, and hearing that only he could The uneasiness when he heard the voice... Maybe he didn't think of these suddenly, but these emotions have been hidden deep in his heart.He knows the difficulty of everyone around him, knows the horror of his old enemy, and knows that there are reasons for everything he faces, so he doesn't want to tell others about it, and tries to make himself look more relaxed. It really passed this hurdle.

He thought he had really passed—at least that was the case at the time, after all, no matter what time he still had the company of his friends, the trust of his relatives, and the attention of his teachers, he already had enough things.But at this moment, he seems to be unable to restrain his grievance and sadness, like a wanderer who has been wandering for a long time and finally returns to his mother's arms. He feels extremely tired, and now he just wants to go home with his uncle and aunt. Go back to your soft and comfortable room, hug your kitten Nina, and have a good night's sleep.

This time I said sleep and sleep.After returning home on the Hogwarts Express, Harry had a quick dinner, took the black cat that was rubbing against him around his trouser legs into the bed, and fell asleep together in the dark.He didn't get up until daybreak the next morning, and in an hour it was time for lunch.

Harry felt more refreshed than he had been in a long time, and felt starving.He changed his clothes and went downstairs. The winter sunlight in the living room rarely poured in, casting a warm halo on Aunt Petunia and Cousin Dorothy who were sitting together. It looked peaceful and beautiful, and Harry couldn't help but stop. Step down, stop and admire for a while.

When his eyes fell on Aunt Petunia's face, he suddenly saw that her expression was not quite right.Harry was stunned for a moment, and looked closely, only then did he see that Aunt Petunia pulled off the sleeve of Cousin Dorothy's left arm, and watched carefully with her eyes downcast, her face was too serious.

Harry stepped forward and heard Aunt Petunia asking nervously, "Have you felt unwell lately, Dorothy?"

"Nothing special, mother," replied Dorothy, yawning uncontrollably as she spoke. "It's a little tiring...but I don't think it's a big deal. It's always easy in winter."

"Except for that?" Aunt Petunia asked immediately, her voice tense.

"There seems to be nothing else but this... What's the matter, mother?" Dorothy asked suspiciously, not understanding her mother's sudden tension and solemnity.

Petunia's fingertips carefully touched the black tattoo-like curse on her daughter's arm, she turned her head and saw Harry coming, waving at him.

"Look at this, Harry," she whispered. "What kind of wound is this?"

"Wound?" Dorothy was taken aback, "What kind of wound, where is it, why don't I remember it?"

Harry leaned forward and observed carefully. With Aunt Petunia's warning in advance, he soon discovered that there were two almost completely healed wounds above the black mark on Cousin Dorothy's arm.

The two small round holes, I don't know if it's his illusion, the black color of the imprint is much more vivid than before, he almost thought it could flow wantonly on his cousin's arm.

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