[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

Penny Evans.

The name really surprised Eli.As a wizard and a Muggle, his and this girl's lives are theoretically like two non-parallel straight lines, which intersect briefly by accident on Platform Nine and Three Quarters, and then diverge logically. A completely different life.Now that I have received a letter from the other party, it feels like a novel with a complete ending suddenly has a sequel, making it difficult to guess what else it can say.

Eli stared at the name on the envelope unexpectedly for a few seconds, couldn't help raising his head, and glanced at the other Evans he knew.

She was sitting diagonally across from him, spreading jam on her own bread.Next to her was her roommate - supposedly named Mary, also a Muggle-born girl - chatting lightly about something.

Eli noticed that Lily hadn't received a letter this morning, which made him look again at the one he had, genuinely curious.

Probably his love of exploration is also his inherent nature, which is a bit like a Gryffindor.Eli unfolded the letter paper, and there were two pages of white letterhead inside. The layout of the text was reasonable, and each letter was neat and tidy, with no trace of alteration at all. It seemed that several drafts had been typed to make the finished product so perfect.The name at the beginning is written in cursive, which looks very formal.

- Mr. Eli Smith:

-I'm Petunia Evans, we met once on September [-]st at King's Cross Station on platform nine and three quarters.I don't know if you still remember me, but my sister Lily Evans is also going to your school this year, you may have an impression of her.

-Sorry to bother you so much, but if you remember, you gave me a handkerchief that day on the platform.Whether that's out of ridiculous sympathy or something - I repeat, I went to a decent school run by normal people and didn't need sympathy - but anyway, you're doing this so superfluously and I did not return the handkerchief to you in time, out of consternation and haste.

- That's where the problem lies.When I got back I washed the handkerchief and put it on my hanger to dry - I can assure you, it was a normal hanger, no magic and no one would touch it - but the next day, the handkerchief gone!I searched the house for a long time, and only found an owl feather on the ground. Don't tell me, this is the handkerchief you took out!

- what the hell!You wiped my tears with an owl's feather!I even actually use it!Is this one of your wizardly tricks?Lily went to your school just to learn these boring things?Do you usually tease people like this?Or is it just about me?I must say, it doesn't work!I wasn't intimidated at all!It's just a new understanding of the badness in your character!

-Everybody—I mean, you wizards, can you do this?Like the magic cast on Cinderella's crystal slipper, it will take effect after twelve o'clock?Or is this a special kind of prank that only you wizards can activate to tease Muggles like me?

-Anyway, I've decided to give you back the damn feather.It's your stuff, obviously not mine.If you think you can use this kind of thing to make fun of me, then I want to tell you that you are wrong. If you still do it next time, I will throw the thing you took out in your face .

——Penny Evans, serious, earnest, and full of warning.

-And again: I don't know if you can receive this letter smoothly, I asked the postman who comes to our school to deliver newspapers every day, he doesn't know anything about Hogwarts - of course, he is also a Muggle, I don't know Things on your side are normal.But I still put this letter in the mailbox, you are still in the UK after all, aren't you?If you haven't received the letter, I will ask Lily to tell you when she comes home next time. In short, I will definitely convey my attitude. Please, Mr. Smith, don't report any playful luck.

-And: If you receive the letter, please find a way to let me know, you wizards must think that you have a good idea?It's okay to ignore it, but it's exactly what I expected, and it makes perfect sense.

-Finally: The feather I didn't put in the envelope, I was afraid the letter would get lost in the delivery.If it is a precious magic item, I will find a way to return it to you.

Eli read the letter carefully, halfway through, a slight smile appeared on his lips.At the end, he had to lift the letter paper to cover his face in order to hide his dumbfounded smile.

Holding the letter in his hand, he glanced down at another delivered by the same owl - unsurprisingly, this one was from the Ministry of Magic.He skimmed through it preparedly, and the letter told him that the Ministry of Magic had retrieved the address of Hogwarts from the Muggle communication network, and checked that it was addressed to him.The Ministry of Magic reminded him that this does not comply with the relevant provisions of the "Wizard Secrecy Act", and Muggles must use specific channels to contact wizards.

The letter was put aside by Eli indifferently, and he still held the stern, hard-working but very funny letter in his hand, and read it again during breakfast.This feeling is a bit fresh, like suddenly having more pen pals from far away, each other's lives are completely different, which makes this kind of communication full of fun.

But... Eli raised his eyebrows slightly in thought, and looked at Lily who was opposite.

Lily noticed his long gaze and looked over curiously: "Eli? Is there something on my face?"

In her questioning eyes, Eli answered without changing his face: "I'm thinking."

Lily and Mary, and the rest of the Gryffindors laughed when they heard that - there's nothing wrong with that in itself, but a Gryffindor at the breakfast table declaring himself in some kind of philosophizing, the few There is no problem with the elements alone, but when combined together, there is indeed a bit of a unique style of painting.

"Okay, okay." Lily smiled and cooperated with him with great interest, "Okay, great thinker, what are you thinking?"

"Wizards can send letters to Muggles, such as admission letters to Hogwarts. So what about the reverse? How do Muggles contact wizards if they want to contact them?"

Lily was startled, her face suddenly changed slightly.Mary didn't notice anything wrong, and asked blankly, "Why do Muggles contact wizards?"

"Like your parents want to send you a letter," Eli reminded her.

ah.Suddenly, Mary tilted her head slightly, and fell into thought: "I haven't paid attention to this problem for a few days just now... I haven't received a letter from home yet, but it should be soon. I wrote a letter and sent it home , the owl will definitely come with my parents' reply."

Eli looked at Lily.

Lily's face turned pale, she hesitated, but finally said: "I don't know, maybe we can ask Professor McGonagall."

good idea.Eli nodded, expressing that he was persuaded, carefully put away his letters, put the one from home on top, and continued to eat.

Lily put down her knife and fork, looked at him thoughtfully for a while, and stopped him as Eli expected, before going to Transfiguration class.

"Eli, why did you ask that in the morning?"

"I'm a little curious." Eli said calmly, "I have a relatively strong spirit of seeking knowledge, and my father passed this gene on to me."

Lily bit her lip nervously.

"You know Petunia, if that's the case, you for the letter..." She asked tentatively.

Unexpectedly, Eli waved his hand quickly, stopping what she wanted to say.

"It's just an acquaintance." He smiled at her politely and gently, "It's too rude to use the information gap between you to inquire into this kind of privacy."

You are right.Lily breathed a sigh of relief, and her face became bright again: "It's a gentleman, Eli, maybe next time I send a letter to my sister, I can mention you to her? I guess she will be happy to see it. The name is definitely better than seeing Sev...so much better for her, to be honest."

Very firm description.Eli shook his head and laughed, and noticed the details in her words: "Did you send the letter home? I remember that your sister doesn't live at home now, she is in a boarding school."

"Yeah, she only comes home once a month." Lily nodded, her face darkened slightly, "I thought about writing her a letter and sending it to her school. But Sif said, she must be very annoying Seeing an owl at her school made her mad at me even more... I think he had a point."

After Lily finished speaking in a low voice, she suddenly raised her head and looked expectantly at Eli: "What do you think, Eli? You can always analyze problems very clearly, and the professors like you so much."

Facing her expectant eyes, Eli spread his hands.

"Obviously I can't make wild guesses about what other people think," he said, and then paused, "but I suggest you try first—don't make up your sister from someone else's point of view. You're real sisters, It should be easier to get angry and reconcile than other people."

Two days after sending that letter, Petunia began to unconsciously look at the sky from time to time.

Those kind of people always have some weird ways, don't they?she thinks.Last time she wrote that stupid letter—sent out secretly with Lily’s owl in the middle of the night, and the next day she received a personal rejection from the principal of the school.Their responses are always quick, don't try to hide such a trivial matter from those people.

But two days have passed since that letter, and there is still no movement.

This is also understandable, the person she sent the letter this time was only a first-year freshman, not a certain principal, maybe she didn't have much ability - or, she just simply ignored her, which is completely conceivable.

Every time Penny thought of this, she would snort heavily in her heart to express her disdain.But she still looked up to the sky from time to time, and she couldn't tell if she wanted to give up on herself, or if she really wanted to see some animal with wings flying towards her.

Even though that's a slim chance.

On the morning of the third day, Petunia and her roommates set off to the classroom together, discussing some popular topics among girls.The postman who delivered the letter entered the campus on a bicycle, and when he passed her, he suddenly stopped her.

"Are you that—Petunia Evans? There's a letter from you."

Petunia's heart skipped a beat, and she blurted out and asked, "From Hogwarts?"

"As I told you last time, I have never heard of a school with such a strange name—this letter is from Durham County, and the address is just in the block next to Durham University."

"Durham County?" The girl accompanying her repeated in surprise, and looked at her with a look of surprise and envy: "You know such a decent friend, Petunia?"

Does she know it?Petunia blankly took the letter from the postman, and looked at the address on the envelope.

Her heart suddenly jumped violently, as if she woke up suddenly from a somewhat nightmare dream, and she was so energetic that she could recognize every letter on the envelope.

Petunia Evans, holder of feathers at Irantu Girls' School in Cokeworth

Eli Smith, Gilsgate, Durhamshire

At this moment, all the female companions around her seemed to have been pressed on the mute button. Petunia quickly and carefully opened the letter, her fingertips even trembling unconsciously.She unfolded the letter quickly and read it to the end in one breath.

-Miss Petunia Evans:

-At the beginning of the letter, please allow me to sincerely apologize for reviewing my negligence-I forgot to explain to you that I was casting a transfiguration spell when I waved my wand, and dropped my owl on a piece of luggage The feather becomes a handkerchief, because I don't have the habit of carrying a handkerchief with me, so I can only use local materials.It was definitely not a prank, just an underwhelming helpfulness - okay at first but regrettably lasted.

-As you can see, wizards don't use magic as they wish, but follow the corresponding rules of use.For example, there are five major exceptions to Gamp's basic law of transformation. Although my transformation is not among the five exceptions, my current magic power is not strong enough to perform permanent transformation. It may be possible in the future, but it must also be restricted.Capabilities that can be constrained are safe, and I strongly agree with that.

- Now you know, that owl feather is not a magic item, it's just a feather - you can keep it, of course, there is no practical point in keeping it, and it can't be used when you are in danger Rush forward to help you fight, even if it is an item used by the wizard, the wizard is not omnipotent.

-I'm still very sorry for losing a handkerchief to you though.Enclosed is a new handkerchief as an apology, and it is a real handkerchief—I bought it just before I sent the letter.This time I used a spell to leave your name on it, as a proof of my sincere apology, it does not belong to transformation magic, but uses external force to change the state of the object - the same effect can be achieved by hand, but my Not so dexterous.

-I hope you won't be angry because of my omission, and if you are angry, I hope you won't be angry for too long.I'm not sure if you'd like to see owls in your living area, so I turned this letter around and mailed it back to my house and then through my home postal system, took a little longer, but that's it Make normal people around you feel normal.Hope that saves you trouble - you can use this address in all future letters to me, and my owl will take the letter to my school the next day, if you like.As you can imagine, sending letters to Hogwarts directly from the postal system is not very safe.

-I believe this letter will be sent to you, and I hope to get your understanding.

-- your careless and deeply sorry friend Eli Smith

-Also: I am very happy to receive your letter and sincerely look forward to the next one.

Petunia read the letter quickly, and then, as if she couldn't believe it, read the letter carefully again.The fellow female classmates looked at her curiously: "Petunia?"

Petunia hurriedly came back to her senses, closed the letter abruptly like a conditioned reflex, coughed in a concealed manner, and continued walking towards the classroom with everyone: "What's wrong?"

"What good news does this letter bring you? Perhaps you would like to share it?"

Petunia didn't answer, but asked curiously, "Why is it good news?"

Isn't that obvious?The companions looked at her: "You are smiling, you look very happy."

am i laughingPetunia raised her hand and touched the corner of her lips.

"Okay," she said, "I'm laughing. But it's not good news, it's a...a..."

Her lips moved, she paused for a long time, and finally said, "It was a good dream."

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