[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

Harry didn't pay much attention to the fact that his uncle disappeared suddenly at the door of the house and hadn't stepped into the house for a long time.He may have received an owl or something suddenly. Although there are not many people in the UK who use this method of communication now, some places just don't have a phone call, which can't be helped.Of course, the British wizarding world was well connected, and his uncle held an important position and was always a busy man.

What he quickly noticed was that although his aunt said she missed them terribly, she and her husband were clearly enjoying a happy life together - Harry found some fresh daisies still dripping water at home , the various home appliances in the house added some new functions that he hadn’t seen before, and a brand new grand piano was placed in the corner of the living room. Harry ran over and pressed it a few times curiously, and found that there was no magical function on it. The traces are just a pure Muggle world-made piano, which looks expensive.

"Oh, your uncle and I bought it at the end of January. The New Year's concert we listened to that day was very beautiful. This elegant instrument attracted my attention, so we bought one and took it home-although none of us Can't play."

His aunt noticed his gaze and explained to him as she brought the freshly baked apple pie from the kitchen to the table: "Eli said his daddy could play, but he didn't follow him very much. All my free time was spent reading books, not very keen on other sports and instruments... This caused a little trouble, it was a very nice piano, but at first I was always making noise with it. "

"Are you studying, Auntie?" Harry asked with interest, clicking on the piano curiously. "How are you doing? Have you invited the teacher to teach?"

"We hired one, our free time is not fixed, and it is not convenient to invite the piano teacher to the house - you know, there are often some wizards visiting this house, not everyone behaves like Remus No mistakes at all." Petunia shrugged, walked over, sat by the piano, touched the keys with a smile, "So my progress is quite slow, but fortunately, after more than half a year, it can be regarded as I have made some progress, and now I can play a little piece of music, but I have to look at the score and play more basic."

That's great too.Harry watched with great interest. Isaac and Dorothy came down to eat after packing up their luggage. Just as they saw their mother sitting next to the piano, Dorothy turned back immediately and took the camera in her hand a minute later. Reappears on the stairs.

"Keep smiling, Mom," she said with a smile, "let me record—"

"It's better to use a Muggle camera," Isaac said, "it can record a whole video continuously."

Makes sense.Dorothy quickly adopted her brother’s suggestion, disappeared on the stairs again, and brought her own video camera when she reappeared. She was quite interested in taking pictures, and unlike Isaac who focused on reading, she was a child. I have participated in many activities, so the recording equipment in the room is all available, and the conditions of the Smith family are good. Of course, it is impossible for the three children to suffer in material conditions.

Her way of mobilizing teachers and mobilizing people like this made her mother a little embarrassed.She glanced down at her clothes, shook her head and said, "Don't make such a fuss, Dorothy, I'm not wearing an evening dress for playing the piano, it's just an ordinary casual shirt and trousers, nothing special of."

"This is obviously not recording a formal performance of a pianist." It was Isaac who answered her, and he and his sister came down the stairs to Harry's side, and Dorothy found a good Angle, followed by the second half of my brother's sentence.

"It's just recording another kind of magic from our omnipotent mother," she laughs. "My God, how can you do everything, Mom? You and Dad are the best match in the world."

Petunia was amused by her daughter's words. She shook her head, put her hands on the keys, lowered her eyes, and pressed the keys with a smile.She is not overly self-effacing. Although she plays fairly fluently, she can hear that the melody and chords are relatively simple. After all, her work is very busy, and she only has half a year, so she has no conditions to spend a lot of time practicing .

But of course, the piece played by this full-bodied piano is very beautiful, and the silky sound is like a breeze blowing on the face, and it is like a calm lake, which is a kind of beautiful enjoyment.Dorothy finished the entire recording, flipped through it with satisfaction, and took out the video tape.Petunia pointed to the locker under the TV and said, "Put it there, the ones your dad recorded before are also there."

Wow, so consonant.Dorothy rummaged through it with interest, checked the time, took out the earliest video tape, and inserted it into the projector under the TV. The three children sat on the sofa and watched it curiously.

What appeared in the picture was the warm orange light of this house at night, a little snow drifting in the dark night sky outside the window, the flame in the fireplace was burning, and Aunt Petunia was sitting in front of the piano, not very smoothly according to the score. After a few keys, he turned his head to look at the person who recorded the video, and said pertinently: "It sounds like it's ruining the tone of this piano."

"It's okay." Uncle Eli's voice came from the video, he said, "Our house has soundproofing magic to the outside world, the neighbors can't hear it, don't worry about it."

"Don't you think it's noisy?" Aunt Petunia asked while pressing, her voice was intermittent, and it really wasn't pleasant.

"What? Of course not," said Uncle Eli. "It's not the sound of music that makes you happy, but the time you spend with your sweetheart—you see, I'm recording it, and we can turn it back later when we have time." Take a slow look. You must have played pretty well by then, and I've seen it happen, and it's a joy to think about."

"When I was young, I thought girls who played the piano were very elegant." Penny said, sitting next to the children, watching the pictures on TV, her eyes were gentle, and there was a smile on her lips. "At that time, I went to a girls' school. , The school also offered piano lessons, but I felt that this instrument belonged to the kind of elegant and noble girl from a wealthy family, so I didn’t even take the first step, and I didn’t sign up.”

"That's a pity," said Dorothy. "You didn't think of yourself very well then, mother."

"No, I think I was really not good enough at that time." Penny shook her head and said casually, "At that time, my grades were not outstanding, and my family was not rich enough to buy a good piano, so Back then I was humbled by all that was better, and it was human. But if I were back then, I think I would have given it a try, even if I didn’t have that talent.”

"You've become more confident, Aunt Petunia?" Harry speculated.

"No, I think it's because I'm no longer afraid of not getting good results." Aunt Petunia shook her head and smiled, "Now I know that no matter whether I play well or not, there are people who will do it for me." I applaud, sincerely appreciate and praise my progress, tolerate the mistakes I may make, and work with me to resolve the possible consequences. When people feel that they are loved and have a way out, they will change instead. You have to be braver, and not feel that you have no way out in the face of anything, and have to put all your eggs in one basket to fight for a possible outcome."

The children listened to her words thoughtfully, Penny paused for a moment, didn't go further, just smiled and stroked the children's hair.

"You too," she said gently, "whether at school or anywhere else, if you have an idea, and you think it makes sense, is just, and is worthy of your conscience, then you can go to Do it without overthinking the consequences or worrying about it—the grown-ups are behind you, and you never have to bear anything alone."

Harry glanced at Aunt Petunia confusedly, and nodded seriously, without any special thoughts.Both Isaac and Dorothy were silent for a while, Isaac lowered his eyes slightly, and Dorothy hugged her mother's arm, smiled and nodded.

"We will." She said softly, "Although we feel that we have grown up, we will always regard our home as our support and safe haven. If we face unsolvable problems, we will definitely seek the shelter of home instead of choosing Take care of yourself, Mom."

Harry froze, looking at them thoughtfully.

He suddenly realized that since the Christmas holidays, he had less time to talk to his cousin in depth.On the day when the Chamber of Secrets confronted the disappearing Tom Riddle, they came in time and brought the crown, a special magic item, and Voldemort used that magic item to store a part of himself...

How did they do that?Also, they seem to have dealt with that Tom Riddle more than once?Suddenly realizing this, Harry opened his mouth and looked at his cousins, hesitant to speak, feeling worried.

When they went upstairs, Harry went up with them.Out of Aunt Petunia's sight, he called his cousins ​​and cousins, hesitated for a moment, and asked them: "How are you all? Last semester..."

"It's okay." Isaac said briefly, and exchanged glances with Dorothy. "It's not life-threatening, and there's no one with evil intentions chattering around. It's a lot cleaner."

"But you all seem to have something on your mind," said Harry. "Aunt Petunia found out, and so did I...I think Uncle Eli has already found out."

"It's not a big deal," said Dorothy, coming over and smiling and stroking Harry's hair. "Thanks for the concern, our dear cousin, it's very warming."

Harry paused, then suddenly raised his hand and grabbed her arm.

Dorothy was startled, and didn't break free from his hand for a moment.Harry rolled up her sleeves, surprised but not so surprised to see that the intertwined red threads on her body did not disappear because of the disappearance of Voldemort.

It doesn't seem to be reversible, it is still growing slowly and firmly, nibbling away something they cannot see, lurking quietly and strangely, waiting to erupt at a certain moment, bringing some powerless endings.

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Thanks to Zhou Shanglan, Ginproooo for mine~