[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

Petunia never used the handkerchief that came with the letter.

She used an exquisite box to keep the handkerchief properly—the box also contained a big-name lipstick that she saved money to buy, and it was the most satisfying gift she received on her birthday.The most precious things of her 12 years of life are gathered in this small box, and now she puts her handkerchief in it.

Because it is a gift from someone else, and even this person claims to be her friend, it is right to value the gift from a friend, and she deserves it.Penny told herself so.I have persuaded myself more times, and I seem to have gradually accepted my own cherishment, and I no longer feel embarrassed and guilty, and I no longer feel that I have taken something that does not belong to me.

She sat at the table many times, looking at the handkerchief over and over again by the light of the lamp on the table.It looked normal—white cotton material, boxy, soft to the touch, good quality—but that was about it, and no different from what she could buy.The only difference is that the name, Petunia Evans, is embroidered with gold thread in the corner. Petunia has never found the letters of her name so beautiful.

He said it was done with the aid of magic—how exactly?There is a magic that can shoot needles and threads from the wand, automatically weaving the cloth into the shape he wants?Lily hasn't done this before...is it some kind of powerful magic?Anyway, it sounds functional.

Petunia carefully touched the gold thread on the handkerchief (she washed her hands carefully before each touch), and rubbed her fingertips over it repeatedly.She didn't know what she wanted to touch from it, maybe it was the faint remnant of magic?Unfortunately, she gets nothing every time.

But that's not the right way to say it.Petunia opened the drawer on the side of the desk, and the letter lay quietly in it, and it didn't suddenly disappear or turn into a frog because she checked it from time to time.It stayed there exactly, representing a friendship that reached out to her.

That man was gentle and friendly, and even though he was a wizard, he didn't look down on anyone because of his special abilities.Petunia thought of that fleeting moment at the station, where they looked together at the scarlet steam train in front of them, and even though one of them was about to board and the other was about to leave after that, they stood shoulder to shoulder at that moment, As if there was no difference.

At that time, I must have an ugly expression if I wanted to cry or not.Petunia suddenly thought of this inadvertently, then took a sharp breath, and raised her hand to cover her forehead in annoyance.

Eli didn't know about Penny's little entanglements.He hadn't had any new letters from Petunia yet, but even family members didn't write one letter after another.It would be nice to be able to get in touch when needed, he was inexplicably sure that Penny would write to him again.Although they are still not very familiar with each other's personalities and behaviors, Eli is quite confident in his presumed conclusions.

If he had to talk about the reason, it was probably because he felt that Petunia was brave enough—it was a kind of bravery to express his rejection and resistance clearly and fiercely, and it was also to try to communicate with the magical world that had already felt rejection.Although she can't say that she used the right method and attitude, and she couldn't even maintain a good relationship with her wizard sister, Eli feels that people can't always demand that others do everything well, and communication depends on both sides. s hard work.

So he left her his home address, although it drew overzealous questions from his parents - Mr Smith wondered how he got a pen pal, Mrs Smith was surprised he was writing to a Muggle , very bluntly stated that although she does not intend to interfere with her son's emotional issues, and she is not a wizard who has prejudice against Muggles (otherwise she would not marry a Muggle), she thinks her son is involved in these things now. It's too early to think about it, at least until after the fourth grade.

Eli thinks it's just too early for these things she's bothered about...

In short, for the harmony of the family relationship, so that parents do not pay too much extra attention to his chaste pen pal, Eli had to stay at the round table in the Gryffindor common room for a while after finishing his homework , wrote a letter back to the parents.

When he was responding to his parents' excessive curiosity, Lily came back from the outside with a smile all over her face, ran straight to sit in front of him, approached him happily, and lowered her voice to share her joy.

"Eli!" she said cheerfully, with joyful lightness all over her, "Petunia wrote me back! I owled her a letter the day before yesterday and sent it to school—she wasn't mad about it! It's still in the letter Apologize to me! You are right, communication is always effective, I have to try my best, after all, that is my own sister!"

ah.Eli stopped writing, and looked at the letter she held tightly in her hand. From the address to the handwriting, it was a little familiar, and it was the same as the one he received.

In other words, he received Petunia's letter one step earlier than Lily, although there were some reasonable reasons for it, but I don't know if it was because he received a joke from his parents, Eli subconsciously dragged a roll of parchment from the side, and put He quietly closed the half-written letter.

"That's great," he said, smiling from the bottom of his heart. "I suppose it should be, I told you on the train, didn't I? Your sister was sorry for the impulsiveness too, If you can communicate well, everything will be better."

You are right.Lily nodded vigorously, then sighed in annoyance.

"It would be great if Sif could be so friendly." She said, resting her chin on one hand in trouble, "He was always very rude to Penny, I think Penny's attitude was so bad before, and the two of them were hostile to each other It's also related...Why does Sev seem to be so hostile to Muggles? I feel that he is not only targeting Petunia."

"It's too obvious." Someone on the round table next to him said, "Slytherin people are all arrogant with their nostrils growing in the sky and looking down on everything. You should know that the people in that academy are abnormal, with snot Essence, of course, is the same."

The expression on Lily's face immediately became annoyed. She turned her head and said angrily, "No one asked you, Potter!"

James Potter and his roommates were sitting at another round table, their hair was disheveled, their school uniforms were not very neatly dressed, and a part of their shirt collar was casually exposed.He was sitting with his legs crossed, casually writing letters on parchment, all of which suited him.

"Come on, Evans." He snorted and said convincingly, "Slytherins are always like that, and you'll soon find out how ridiculous your defense of snot-noses is, to put it bluntly. It's not that annoying, look at how he hasn't washed his hair for a few days."

"If you can't learn to respect other people's friends, please keep your mouth shut!" Lily said sternly, glaring at him.

James whistled nonchalantly, raised an eyebrow at her, looked at her provocatively, and said with a smile: "Don't get excited, just tell the truth, I can't help if you don't want to listen."

Lily looked furious, and Eli patted her arm reassuringly, looking over to James and his friends at the next table.

They all live in the dormitory next door to him. Hogwarts is obviously very good at sorting houses and dormitories. His roommates are all good at communicating and obeying the rules. Much more lively.In just one week of school, James Potter and his friend Sirius Black have already been remembered by all the professors—they have even eaten their first confinement, and they have achieved remarkable results.

"Generally speaking, it's better not to be so absolute." Eli said calmly. "Your friend's family is also from Slytherin. It may be a bit rude to him to say so."

oh.James showed a dazed expression, apparently reminded of this by Eli.He turned to his friend aside: "Sorry buddy, I forgot. You don't mind?"

Sirius Black casually looked at the scenery outside the window of the tower. In the early morning of the rest day, he should be doing nothing like this.He didn't join in their little quarrel until he heard James call him, and then turned his head.

He was an absolute celebrity in Gryffindor, and Hogwarts as a whole.It's not even limited to the middle of the first grade—whether it's his classic and handsome appearance, or his status as a member of the Black family, they are all so eye-catching.What really made him famous throughout the school was the result of his sorting - a Gryffindor of the Black family, the only one in the Black family that has historical records so far.

He received a shouting letter from his family the next day, and the entire Hogwarts auditorium echoed his mother, Mrs. Walburga Black, scolding harshly and loudly. It was really an overly harsh reprimand, sorting The result is not his own designation.

He glanced over at James, shrugged at him to show he didn't mind, then turned to Eli, his dark gray eyes fixed on him.

"James' statement can't be wrong." He said, with obvious indifference and disapproval on his expression, "pure Black, noble Slytherin, proud of pure wizard blood, look down on any half-blood and Muggle-born Wizards, ashamed to be wizards with them, to think they sullied magic—which they are, especially after heeding the man’s call—”

"That person?" Eli and Lily asked together.

Sirius Black clicked his tongue.

"They don't say his name, they just call him the Dark Lord." He said, "I don't know the specifics very well, maybe you can ask your friend, he might be in the Slytherin public rest In the living room, I was thinking about how to join the Dark Lord's team with the others."

The air was quiet for a moment, no one spoke, it seemed that the moment the name was spoken, a gust of cold wind blew through everyone's heart.

James didn't continue to provoke Lily anymore, he and Sirius bumped into each other, not knowing what they were talking about.Lily looked away resolutely, unwilling to show curiosity about their topic.But she obviously couldn't be completely indifferent to what she had just heard, and moved restlessly in her chair.

"Dark Lord?" she asked Eli in a low voice. "Do you know what kind of man that is? It doesn't sound like a good name..."

Eli took a deep breath.

"I heard my mother say it once, when I received the admission letter and was about to go to Hogwarts." He said softly, "My mother asked me to promise that I only need to study in school, and don't reveal too much. It’s not wise to come forward and be the center of attention, especially when it clearly conflicts with a popular opinion.”

"What popular opinion?" Lily asked quickly, looking a little uneasy.

"Pure blood is supreme." Eli paused for a few seconds, "... Fascism also had many supporters in the early days, didn't they?"

Lily's face turned pale all of a sudden.

"But I think..." she said hesitantly, "We are just students? And I think everyone in the school is very friendly, at least basically friendly. Although Slytherin also has some discordant voices, but I think it should still be Not so..."

"It's good to think so." Eli frowned, and smiled at her comfortingly, "I don't know much about the situation in the wizarding world, but... Lily, maybe you should talk to Snape, Regardless, discrimination is always wrong, whether by wizards or ordinary people."

When he said this, he inadvertently thought of Petunia again.He felt that it was much more difficult to persuade Snape than to persuade her to change her attitude.He could vaguely feel that Snape's distaste for Muggles was more determined than Lily imagined, and it was difficult to change.As for Petunia's rejection of wizards, I don't know if it is more accurate to say that it is a kind of jealousy mixed with longing and untouchable loss.

And now that her attitude has changed so obviously, what she desires doesn't seem to be that much.It looks like some kind of very vigilant little animal. When it blows its hair, it looks hostile to everyone, and it looks fierce. In fact, it can be solved as long as it is smooth, but it just wants to be taken more seriously.

I don't know why such a thought suddenly popped into my mind, but Eli smiled because of it.

"What did your sister say in the letter?" He and Lily chatted casually for a few more words, seemingly casually asking.

"Huh?" Lily thought for a while, "It's mainly because she apologized to me and cared about my life in school... Oh, but she asked me if I could use magic to embroider on handkerchiefs, I don't know how she could Thinking of asking this question...would you, Eli?"

Eli blinked.

"As far as I know, the spell isn't taught in schools," he said, a wider smile on his lips.

"But this spell seems to be useful, don't you think? It probably won't hurt to learn it."

Yes.Lily nodded in agreement: "That makes sense. Then Eli, can you—"

"I can't." Eli coughed, and turned his gaze to the side, "I can't teach you, my mastery is still not in place."

Well, we can only learn it after Eli has fully mastered it.Lily wrote back to Penny:

-And: Petunia, the spell you asked me about is not something we will learn in class, as far as I know, only Eli is the only person I know who can, but he said he doesn't master it very well , can't teach me yet... How did you come up with this spell?You are really smart!

Unexpectedly, of course, she is not one of those wizards with strange abilities.Petunia took out her handkerchief again when she received the letter, looking critically for imperfections in the letters.After searching for a long time, she found that the ending of the last s might not be as smooth as the previous ones, which made her smile at the handkerchief for a while inexplicably.

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