[Deha] World Starlight

Leigh gripped the quill with difficulty in his fat hands.Merlin, you must have ink at this critical moment, it's no fun if you can't write... Harry thought about it, and then solemnly put down his pen.

From Sirius's point of view, this picture is just that Chubby is seriously drawing blindly on paper, and it has to be said that it is still very childlike.So he knelt down and observed little Harry with deep gray eyes, thinking that the little guy was really cute.

Harry put a serious face on his face, thought for a while, struggled for a while, and finally handed the little half of paper to Sirius resolutely.

There was no need for Sirius to hold back his laugh this time, though, because he couldn't laugh at all.

The paper was a little crumpled, with rough edges torn out, and the handwriting on it was ugly, like a little monster drawn by a child with sticky brushes.

However, Sirius could recognize all the ugly English written in dark blue ink on that pitiful piece of paper.

It was a name, a very common name, but it had a special meaning that only a few people knew.

A conjecture that he couldn't believe flashed in Sirius' eyes...

Someone who knows the meaning of this name should have just been born, as old as his godson...

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This chapter..._(:з」∠)_

When I read the original book, I saw that Hagrid said that Harry's birth name was on the admission list of Hogwarts.Then I always wanted to write about such a small bridge.

The setting here is that after the little wizard is born, there will be magic fluctuations that will be noticed, and then it will be registered. It is not that the name will be written on the list as soon as it is born.

The registration is based on time, and the last year will be sorted alphabetically after the end of the year, and then the list of this year will be sealed and the next year will start.

Fantastic magic.

Mom is really the gentlest person in the world, and dad is tied, but the gentleness expressed in different ways. (I read a fanfic before, in which Harry was reborn as a baby and lived with his parents for a short time before the original plot. At that time, I felt that this was so real and too cruel. When I got it, I knew that I must lose it, and I also knew the lost time. )

Buckbeak!

When I read the book, I thought this product was so handsome, it was flying, and when I watched the movie, I fell in love with it completely! ! !

Beautiful beast!

Buckbeak should appear earlier, the original book is three, here because I want to promote the plot and the relationship between the little dragon and Harry, so that the psychological maturity of the little dragon is closer to Harry...Hagrid may become Harry's first-year protector of magical creatures professor. ← Spoiler alert.

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☆、The Changed World Ⅰ

"Buckbeak" was written on the paper.

Beautiful, fierce, proud.

It seems that when you hear this name, you can think of a pair of bright orange eyes and the feeling of flying in the sky.

Maybe there will be a year of exile together.

For the first time in so many years, Sirius felt so close to "before", so close that he seemed to be right in front of his eyes, and he could touch it as soon as he stretched out his hand.

But his outstretched hand subconsciously touched Harry's soft hair... Sirius froze for a moment, then smiled.

It had been a long time since that handsome face had such a sunny smile, and there was deep nostalgia and cherishment in this smile.

"I should have thought of it a long time ago. Since I can, then you must be able to... I should have thought of it a long time ago..." Sirius excitedly brushed his hair twice, and then solemnly said to the child in front of him, "Long time no see, Harry."

Harry's green eyes glistened, he gritted his teeth and threw himself into Sirius' arms, shouting excitedly, "Padfoot... Padfoot, Padfoot!"

His eyes are full of miss, yes, miss very much.

When he's free, I'll never have to go back to the Dursleys.We can depend on each other, we can live in the country, a place where we can see the sky.He must have longed to be there after being imprisoned for so many years——Harry suddenly remembered this sentence, which was one of his best dreams before, since meeting Sirius.

Until Sirius disappeared between the veils...

Harry's inner 17-year-old Potter clenched his tiny fists.Bellatrix Lestrange.He swore in his heart that this time you will never have the chance to cast the spell that knocked down Sirius again.

Perhaps it all really began on an ordinary afternoon in this dreadful period.It was today that Harry Potter, reborn, successfully connected Sirius Black, who was reborn a few years ago.Everything that Sirius did before became the foreshadowing of Harry's future.

It can't be completely said that, many of Sirius' behaviors have actually changed him even more.

No.In fact, the most important point is-

That day has not yet come.

Sirius was sitting on the ground and Harry was sitting in the cradle so that their eyes just met.Harry expressed his liking for this way of talking. Although he was not very used to the baby's body, sitting was much better than being held.

They had just had a simple exchange, after all, Harry didn't know the "history" of this period of time.

During this period of communication, it was always Sirius who spoke and Harry who listened.When Harry wanted to say something for the first time, Sirius reluctantly expressed the clear meaning of "Please, Harry, don't tell me some things that happened after I died".

Harry could only twitch the corner of his mouth and say, "It's very difficult for a child's body to do anything."

Then continue to listen to Sirius.

"Padfoot, you just said..." Harry couldn't believe his ears, "Huh? You're a spy for Voldemort now? Why?"

Sirius smiled softly: "Harry, you have to know that I came back a long time earlier than you, and some things are easy to change. For example, my relationship with my family—mainly with Rael— — and some precautions against Peter Pedirou."

Harry listened in silence.

"Thanks Merlin, I went to Hogwarts for another seven years." Sirius showed a look of regret, "Those exams were a nightmare! But fortunately, James and Remus are here."

"Oh." Harry felt relieved, "I thought you went to Slytherin just now, I was almost scared to death."

Sirius blinked: "To be honest, I struggled with this issue for a while, and finally decided to let it go, but in the end the Sorting Hat didn't show even a little bit of meaning that I should go to Slytherin."

Harry had a fond memory of that hat.

"But Gryffindor is really the biggest problem I have encountered," said Sirius. "Although I am very happy, but because of it, I received that roaring letter with the same general meaning: I am corrupt. The glorious tradition of the Black family..." Sirius seemed to think of something here, and his smile suddenly widened, "But Rael wrote me a letter before Christmas, saying that he had prepared a gift and waited for me to go home... Maybe he has always been like this, if I hadn’t done it all over again, I would never have discovered this.” He sighed and laughed again, “Then there was another quarrel that was even worse, and I wrote back that time to tell He sent the presents to the school, I went to James's for Christmas - don't look at me like that, I certainly didn't get burned off the tapestry." Sirius looked at Harry's worried eyes and laughed.

Harry was silent. According to his memory, Sirius had already run away from home at that time, and his mother should have removed him from the tapestry of the Black family... But obviously, none of this happened now.

So maybe RAB is still alive now?Harry couldn't help feeling a little excited.

"We're actually kind of alike, I don't know where... the similarity?" Sirius thought about the similarities with Regulus, but he didn't come up with a reason for it in the end.

"Padfoot, that..." Harry stammered.

"Ok?"

"Well, how is Regulus recently?" Harry chose a rather vague question, "I later found out that he 'before' followed Voldemort when he was very young, and he was very trusted by Voldemort... Voldemort has a very important task entrusted to him." Although the task was cruel, and Kreacher was the main labor force, Harry added silently in his heart.

"Well, I know, Rael seems to have gone to that place again later, but I don't know what it is, it should be a place like a damp cave with a lot of water." Sirius said, "It's been a long time since he came back. He was in a trance for a while, and when he got better, I asked him what happened, but he refused to tell me." Sirius' tone was full of distress and worry for his brother.

After listening to Sirius' description of the cave, Harry wanted to give him a thumbs up and say: Godfather, you are absolutely right, it is that kind of place.But after hearing Sirius say Regulus, Harry suppressed the desire to say it.

Regulus must have a reason for not wanting Sirius to know, Harry thought, after all the place was a nightmare.

Thinking of that place, Harry immediately shivered, and then changed the subject: "Padfoot, what's the situation now, I see that you and Dad are often frowning."

"Now." Speaking of this, Sirius' expression immediately became calm, "It's hard to say. Harry, except for the Black family and the Malfoy family who secretly switched sides, Voldemort still has his diehard loyalists."

"The Malfoy family?" Harry was surprised, "Lucius Malfoy? Isn't he still surrounded by pure blood and Voldemort now?"

At least on the surface it should be.

"Harry, to be honest, as far as I know him these years... more often than not, Lucius is a wizard who is very good at seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages." Sirius said, "And as you said, he first It's a solid crowd of pure blood, followed by Voldemort's minions... well, it's been a long time since I've heard that name mentioned, and it sounds really good."

"You mean..." Harry quickly grasped the point, "Gaunt's old house? You dug up Voldemort's past?"

"Smart, Harry." Sirius looked at him approvingly, "After all, I didn't know much about some things 'before', and now I want to change, of course I have to find a breakthrough. But this is really hard enough, I pretend to be a numb Melon quietly went to Greater Hangleton and stayed there for almost half a month before finding some clues."

"After I found those clues, I immediately set off back to London to find Dumbledore, because when I was cleaning the trophy at school, I happened to see the trophy of a man named Riddle. There is a family named Riddle so close to the Gaunt's house." Riddle's Muggle, in Hogwarts, there is a special contribution award for a person surnamed Riddle. Even if it is a popular name, such a coincidence should be suspicious, not to mention that Riddle is not that popular. "

"So, after asking Dumbledore—even though he answered vaguely, I still heard his hint—I confirmed my guess." Speaking of this, Sirius couldn't help but sneered, "Voldemort Not pure blood at all, as long as he is a descendant of Slytherin, it won't help some pure blood swarms, will it?"

"What's more, looking at the Gaunt family, I am afraid that neither Peverell nor Slytherin will recognize such descendants." Sirius sarcastically returned to the subject, "Later, with Dumbledore's help, I also I probably understand what's going on. Dumbledore has been investigating these things for a long time, but the key progress is the few conversations he and Regulus had alone... I think they finally came up with the word 'Horcrux' together. The answer is a general conjecture."

Harry smiled.

"But the more terrifying conjecture that follows is..." He didn't finish.

"Padfoot." Lily called them outside the house, "Dinner is ready, take Harry out for dinner."

"Well, here we come." Sirius responded, looking at Harry, "the rest is nothing substantial, I will talk to you when I have a chance, but it is really useful for us to talk about these things where we have not closed our ears. Risk, Harry."

Harry grinned with a grin of small white teeth in agreement.

After another not-so-rich but delicious dinner, Harry felt that he had been deeply impressed by his mother's handiwork.Well, Dad's cookies are also very good, but they are a bit mushy.

Harry, who was full, moved back and forth in Lily's arms.

Please, I'm an adult, it's embarrassing to be hugged and eaten by my mother like this!He thought, but there is no way to convey this kind of thought to Lily.

Finally, after giving Sirius a look, Harry finally managed to land on the ground.

"Lily, I think Harry can't hold him anymore when he's full, and you haven't eaten much, so let him go down and play by himself." Sirius said understandingly.

Harry cheered in his heart, Godfather, you are my savior!

After receiving the thanks from Harry, godfather and savior Black went on to say: "I think Harry is more than one year old, and he can almost eat by himself. Would you like to try to put a high chair for him so that he can eat by himself?" Have a meal……"

Godfather, you are definitely one of my saviors!

"...I mainly think that Harry is really a bit heavy now, Lily, you are really tired after this meal." Sirius said after taking a sip of watermelon juice.

Padfoot...

"I also think it's a little heavy, but I'm worried that little Harry won't be able to eat well if he eats by himself." Lily smiled softly as she looked at Harry walking towards the sofa with his calves on the ground.

James took Lily's hand, kissed her on the forehead, and watched Harry climb awkwardly onto the couch together.

— This is the darkest period before the light.

Sirius stood at the intersection, looking back at the warmly lit house.

——However, if you do not experience this period, you will never see the dawn.

After Harry lay on the sofa with a small belly and said goodbye to his godfather, he still watched his mother knitting scarves with his small belly, and his father cleared the table and the cups, bowls, knives and forks.

No, it should be said that I watched my father direct the table, cups, bowls, knives and forks to clean up himself.

Life is really beautiful and pleasant.

If that day never comes... October 10st.

A mist formed in Harry's emerald green eyes, and he looked at Lily and James silently, with longing and deep love in his eyes.

Dad, Mom...

He still remembered the time when he just realized that he was over one year old. At that time, he looked at James and Lily, who were safe and sound, but his heart was filled with fear rather than happiness and satisfaction.

The time displayed by the magic clock, beautiful mother, handsome father...

Not 4 Privet Drive, but a home full of magic.

But, how long can all this exist...?

Lily poked James lightly with her knitting needle, and said to him in a low voice, "Honey, don't you think...Harry doesn't seem to cry much?"

"Didn't you cry and hiccup while sleeping last time?" James said, "Besides, my son, it's normal to be strong."

Lily glanced at James with the eyes of a foolish husband, bowed her head and continued knitting the scarf silently.

How long can all this last...?

Could it be that after that day, everything will go back to the way it was before...?

still is……

Looking at the low starry sky outside the window, Harry muttered to himself, "Padfoot..."

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This is just from the book in high school, and it has been modified to suit the plot.The original sentence is - today is life, the only life you can know for sure. -Leo Tolstoy

Character: Sirius.

I've read many fan stories about Sirius being reckless, impulsive, and more seriously, brainless.

And looking at the comments, I feel that some people think so of him.

Can't agree.

As for his character, I personally think it should be brave, but he is a little impulsive, and he is very upright and emotive.

Leaving aside Peter Pettigrew, I think they were so handsome when they were students.The handsomeness of flesh and blood, plus the handsomeness of a bad student (who studies well).

Remember when people misunderstood that he killed Peter and blew up the streets and killed Muggles, he should tell the truth.Otherwise, it will not lead to many things later.

But I think it's well written.Anyway, I think his crazy laugh at that time means he gave up.

Helplessness, being betrayed, killing his brother and his wife and many other negative factors lead to his giving up. Of course, one of the main factors is that he thinks Peter is dead.Either way, he killed one brother after indirectly killing the other.

Harry Potter Azkaban is a very scary place, he stayed in it for 13 years, he is not crazy.

Even if it's because the dementor can't sense the wizard Animagus, but he can think of it, which shows his ability.

I remember when I watched Harry Potter for the first time, the only thing I cried and couldn’t do was the death of Sirius—the scene where Harry made a big fuss in Dumbledore’s principal’s room, and felt like he had collapsed just like Harry.

I've always felt that Sirius was the brightest star for Harry.Countless times I wished they could live together before Sirius died.

Prisoner of Azkaban 20 Dementor's Kiss ["Well, think about it. Once I have my honor restored, if you want a—a different home..."

There was some sort of explosion in Harry's stomach.

"What? Living with you?" he said, banging his head on a rock protruding from the ceiling of the tunnel. "Leave the Dursleys?"

"Of course, I don't think you would," said Blake quickly. "I understand, I just thought I would..."

"Are you crazy?" said Harry, his voice suddenly hoarse, just like Black's. "Of course I want to leave the Dursleys! Do you have a house? When can I move in?"

Black turned to look at him; Snape's head was scraping the top of the camp tunnel, but Black didn't seem to care.

"Will you?" he asked. "Are you serious?"

"Yes, I mean it!" said Harry.

Black's thin face broke into a real smile for the first time, Harry had never seen him smile like this before.It was striking what a difference a smile made, as if someone ten years his junior was beaming at him through the mask of hunger; The one who laughed. 】

"After he is free, I won't have to go back to the Dursleys' house anymore. We can depend on each other, and we can live in the countryside, a place where we can see the sky. He must have yearned for it after being imprisoned for so many years."

When I was writing, I wondered if Sirius drank that water, besides expressing remorse for James and resentment for Peter, would he think of Regulus if he drank more.

QAQ.

There are so many things I want to say to him, but when I actually write it, I don’t know how to say it all.

It can only be understood, not spoken.

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1981 10 Month 31 Day.

A normal, ordinary night as always.

St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Sickness.

Augusta Longbottom put the young Neville in Alice Longbottom's arms. The little baby stopped crying as soon as it got close to its mother, and stared at the mother's hand without blinking. Folded candy wrappers.

Augusta sighed, her neatly combed sideburns were covered with silver hair, and she seemed to have aged a few years in just over a year.

She looked at her son who was staring straight at the ceiling, the corners of her mouth were drawn into a tight line, her entire back seemed to be bent a little by something.Then, she dragged her heavy feet outside to throw out the trash.

Maybe, she just needs to get out for a breath.

Augusta Longbottom, one of the common witches.Perhaps, as far as she goes, what makes her most unusual is that her son and daughter-in-law are both members of the Order of the Phoenix and have been tortured by Death Eaters with Cruciatus to the point of being sent to St. Mungo's asylum.

Besides, she should be the grandmother of a little life just born ten months ago.

During such a period, the birth of each new life will bring some strength and persistence.

Every corridor in St. Mungo's was quiet, even if it was full of people with different expressions, neat clothes or bloody people.

dark times.

No one knows whether the Dark Lord's hand will come here in the days to come...

No one knew that a man in a black cloak was standing in the hall of St. Mungo's, observing the introductory picture with the picture painted on it.

——Spell Injury Division, fifth floor.

Voldemort walked silently through the corridors of St. Mungo's, and sometimes anxious wizards ran past him.When he walked through some rooms, he would glance in casually, but more often, he was thinking.

He had never been to St. Mungo's.

But now, he felt that even if such a place didn't exist, it wouldn't make any difference to wizards.

He stood in front of a closed ward, looked up at the door number, the cap of the cloak slipped back a little, revealing sickly pale skin, a high nose... and an indescribably weird face.

He thought for a while, opened the door and walked in.

11 number.

"Roar……"

Just as Voldemort stepped into the ward with one foot, Frank Longbottom, who had been lying on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, jumped off the bed like a lion whose territory had been invaded.He stared at Voldemort, his eyes bloodshot.

Voldemort smiled, turned and closed the door.

Trembling, Alice Longbottom held little Neville tightly in her arms.

Voldemort's hand was gripped tightly on his wand, ignoring Frank Longbottom's roar and Alice Longbottom's trembling, just looking at the child.

What qualifications does a tiny, fragile, and insignificant life have...!

What right do you have to look at him with that look!

Innocent, pure, and fearless, it seems that standing here he is no different from ordinary wizards.

But that's okay.

Voldemort raised his hand and pointed his wand straight at little Neville, but the little boy was still looking at him with that look.

"Avada Cladiva!" said Voldemort in a deep voice.

But the blow he thought he was winning didn't kill the young Hazard, for at that moment Frank Longbottom threw himself on Voldemort, and the green light from his wand hit him right in the chest.

His eyes were wide open, and bloodshot eyes burst out, dyeing his eyeballs red.

His body fell like an old tree, his hand stretched out in Voldemort's direction.

Although his hands could no longer hold him, his eyes were still fixed on Voldemort, even in death.

Voldemort could feel the hatred in his eyes, he enjoyed it.

He patted the nonexistent dust on his robes, smiled and shook his wand.His dark eyes were red in core, and the whites seemed perpetually bloodshot.

"It's you next, little one." He looked into Neville's eyes, and his gradually widening smile distorted the already ferocious face.He lowered his voice and said in a nervous tone that seemed to be whispering, "You won't have Dad standing in front of you this time."

However, how could a child understand what he was saying.

The child just looked at the man lying on the ground, thinking that he just wanted to lie on the ground and look at the ceiling.

Voldemort's second Avada Kedavra didn't hit Neville as he had hoped, it hit Alice Longbottom in the back - and in that split second, Alice Longbottom Hugging Neville tightly, he turned sideways trembling without warning.

The death curse hit her emaciated back, and she fell on the bed with a muffled sound.Even if she fell unconsciously, she didn't crush the child in her arms.

"my child……"

"Oh, little one." Voldemort seemed to be enjoying the cat teasing the mouse before eating it, the tip of his wand glowing. "Who else do you have this time?"

To his surprise, the child didn't cry, and his swarthy eyes were still looking at him like that, as if he didn't know what happened.

He is still too young to know death, and he doesn't know that the two people who love him the most in the world are no longer in this world.

--Love.

Voldemort smiled and said the spell, the smile on his face was extremely happy and hideous.

"Avada Cladiva!"

After the huge explosion sounded, it was accompanied by the sharp sound of St. Mungo's siren.

When no one knew what happened, Augusta Longbottom stood at the corner of the corridor, watching the ward far away from her emit a dazzling white light, and her whole body seemed to be petrified there.

The sound of explosions and sirens seemed to stop instantly.

She staggered and started to run in small steps...

The explosion affected some wizards nearby, and there were patches of bright red blood on the ground.

Augusta pushed aside the crowded crowd, and she tried hard to shout—call them out of the way, there are her son and daughter-in-law.

And her little grandson who is just over one year old...

But she tried her best, but her throat seemed to be on fire, and she could only make a hoarse voice.

She also held a lunch box full of hot meals in her hand.

Merlin.She begged weakly in her heart, please don't torture me like this.

The baby's weak cry came from the bombed-out ward, and Augusta felt something warm injected into her slow-stopping heart at that moment, allowing it to start beating again.

The box full of meals fell to the ground with a "bang".

At the same time, Augusta also rushed into the ward.

"Neville, it's all right. Granny is here." She gently picked up the child in her old trembling hands and took him into her arms.

There were increasingly noisy and intense noises outside, but little Neville curled up in his grandmother's arms, quietly, as if no matter how dangerous the outside world was, it couldn't hurt him.

Godric's Hollow.

The sun had risen high enough to light the room through the windows, but Harry was still sound asleep in the cradle.

Lily pushed the door open a crack quietly, glanced at Harry, and closed the door carefully. "Harry is still sleeping, let's eat first." Lily said to James, "Harry rarely stays in bed like this, let him sleep for a while."

"Alright." James thought for a while, "I still have to go to the celebration party tonight, so I just let Harry sleep a little longer so as not to be sleepy at night. How can such a memorable and beautiful day not be full of energy?"

Lily didn't tell him something like "I think this kind of celebration should be done more carefully, whether it's owls flying around because of crazy wizard-to-wizard correspondence or magic being cast for a better celebration, oh Merlin, Muggles are not fools, This way we will be exposed", even though she really thought so in her heart.

But, they really need this kind of celebration. For 11 years, nothing happened to make everyone happy. This time, finally...

"James." Lily's face suddenly became serious, and the originally gentle curve of her mouth became stiff, "I mean, um, now that Voldemort is gone, then, um..." She didn't know what to say, she I have never encountered such a situation similar to being speechless. "What I want to say is, the Longbottoms... Has the mysterious person gone to find them?"

"What will he do to them?" Lily asked the question she most wanted to know, "What about their children?"

James didn't know how to answer this question, although he was often at a loss for words when asked by Lily, but this time was different.

He didn't know how to open his mouth to say the answer they both knew.

Now, in Godric's Hollow, they knew nothing except that there was a party to celebrate the You-Know-Who was finally gone.

Even the news of the party had just come from Bathilda to tell them.

"Oh, Lily..." James scratched his messy black hair, "I think we should know what happened tonight, trust Dumbledore."

Lily sighed, with a worried look on her face: "Padfoot hasn't contacted us for the past few days, and I'm worried he's in trouble too, after all, everyone outside knows that Regulus is a Death Eater... and Remus , I don’t know if the healing potion I brewed before is enough for him during this time.”

"Moonface will be fine, and Padfoot will be fine in Rael." James pulled Lily into his arms, "As for other things, trust Padfoot and the others, they can handle it well."

Just as his parents hugged each other quietly, Harry woke up from his dream.

There's a reason he got up so late.Harry had been looking at his ceiling and counting the stars last night (James had cast the same magic on his ceiling as the Hogwarts roof).

If it was all over this night, Harry wished he could wake up and look Voldemort in the face, he wished he could resist.

However, Voldemort did not wait until he unconsciously fell into a dream.

Harry sat in the cradle with dim green eyes.

He had a dream, a very tired dream...

However, the moment he woke up, he seemed to have forgotten the dream.

England, Surrey.

A dark, gloomy Tuesday.

Mr. Dursley, who was in charge of the Grunning Company, couldn't concentrate because of the owls flying around outside the window. Yes, not only him, but everyone didn't know why there were so many owls flying outside.

But he insisted on finishing the office.

At five o'clock, Mr. Dursley got off work.He was still preoccupied, so he bumped into a person standing at the door.

The Kayo who was hit was an old wizard. He was wearing his favorite violet robe today, and his face was full of joy. Even though he was almost knocked down, he didn't show any anger.

He listened to Mr. Dursley muttering "I'm sorry", but instead he had a big smile on his face. "You don't have to apologize, my lord," he said, "because nothing will make me angry today! I'm so happy , because the 'You-Know-Who' is finally gone! Even Muggles like you should celebrate this great day!"

After finishing speaking, he ignored Mr. Dursley who was already in a daze and the crowd around him who were watching because of his voice, and walked away.Mr. Dursley stood motionless on the spot, and it took him a long time to react.He then hurried to his car and drove home in a hurry.

It's a pity that Mr. Dursley's wonderful and disturbing day came to an end here.When he got home, everything was as usual. After having dinner with his wife and son, the family went to bed early.

So they didn't hear the unusual evening news, whether it was owls flying around or meteor showers, it didn't matter to them.

Oh, the Dursleys are very well-behaved, and the mysterious and weird things don't always concern them, because they don't believe in those crooked ways at all.

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