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bag.

The family crest... Harry sighed with some honor but also some sadness in his heart, my family, my family crest...

——A Golden Snidget flapping its wings.

James and Lily looked at Harry staring at the box with eyes full of concentration, and smiled at each other.

"Come on, Harry, watch carefully." James put his finger on the lock of the box and said in a very mysterious tone, "Pay attention, Dad is going to open the box..."

He pressed the lock with his fingers, and with a "click", he slowly opened the lid of the box.

Golden.

Harry's eyes were wide open, too shocked to seem to have even blinked, and they looked right into the two gold gemstones in the box.

After a long time, he blinked his big eyes, looked at his father, and asked suspiciously, "Dad, are these two golden snitches?"

"Although it looks like the golden snitch ball in Quidditch," James said to Harry, "but one of them is not oh, Harry, this is the magical creature Golden Snidget. There are stories about the Potter family and Golden Snidget. I have heard no fewer than five versions since I was a child...I told you all of them as bedtime stories." James clicked on one of the small things in the box.

"I remember." Harry nodded, looking down at the two balls of gold in the box again.

Inside the box, two Golden Snitches that Harry couldn't be more familiar with were placed on the cushions - but upon closer inspection, there were some differences between them.

Looking at Harry's puzzled expression, James finally couldn't stop laughing.

To talk about the contents of the box, it is estimated that it has been a long time ago.

I would also like to talk about the most proud and most wizard-admired talents of the Potter family with a long history in "Born Noble, A Wizarding Genealogy".

Flying and Quidditch.

Of course, they are most related to the most amazing ball in Quidditch, the Golden Snitch.

Not to mention the origin and development of Quidditch, nor to how much contribution Bowman Wright made the Golden Snitch to the Quidditch movement, but to talk about the people who have lived in Godric's Hollow for generations The talent for flying has been integrated into the Potter family.

Merlin, Charles Potter and older wizards all know that the first Golden Snitch made by Bowman Wright was paid to the Potter family as rent - rent Golden Snidget for a day and learn from the Potter family The rent of the coat of arms.

But when the Potter family owned the little thing, it wasn't called the "Golden Snitch."

Instead, it is a golden flying man with golden wings and silver wings.

The most beautiful and detailed, the world's first golden Snidget, which has been carefully preserved by the Potter family!

It has been carefully preserved from generation to generation and passed down as a spiritual symbol of the entire family.

Like this family, timeless.

I said before that all the old wizards knew that the first Golden Snitch in wizarding history belonged to the Potter family, but of course, this is not the most enviable thing about the Potter family with a long history...

There is one thing that makes wizards jealous-the Potter family has a golden snitch, but not only the first precious golden snitch ball.

This family actually owns a Golden Snidget.

Today, the Golden Snidget is too long to appear in front of wizards, and the Potter family still owns a Golden Snidget with vivid ruby-like eyes, with every feather engraved like gold.

Oh, and magical creatures always live a long time!

However, besides James Potter and Lily Potter, only Bathilda Bagshot knew about the existence of this little thing.

Oh, no, now add a Harry Potter.

Harry was so excited that he didn't know what to say, holding the golden Snidget in his hand.

He had just heard from his father that the ball in the box was the world's first golden snitch, and it was the ball he was holding in his hand.Harry felt like a power-hungry wizard suddenly possessing the oldest and most powerful wand, and his blood was heating up and about to boil.

"I'm holding the oldest Snitch in my hand! This ball belongs to our family! Our family's private property!!!" Harry shouted bouncing on the sofa, "Our family's, ours Home, Yo Ho!"

James shrugged helplessly towards Lily, and then watched Harry jumping on the sofa: "When I knew it, he didn't seem like this kid, did he?" he said to Lily.

"I think it should be about the same." Lily looked at the father and son who looked alike no matter where they were, and said with certainty.

After jumping up and down uncontrollably for a long time, Harry was finally forced to sit back on the sofa by his father who couldn't stand it anymore.

"Son, restrain yourself, let me tell you that the one in the box is the most important thing now." James pushed the box towards Harry, then reached out and pulled out his wand, "Dad thinks the next scene is still I should let you witness it yourself without knowing anything, but we need a little blood..."

When James said "next," his wand had already made a small gash in Harry's left index finger. "We always need to do this kind of thing when you're not paying attention, otherwise it will hurt." James said as he took Harry's little hand and put it on the remaining Golden Snidget in the box.As soon as a few drops of blood were squeezed on it, Lily immediately pulled Harry's hand over, and while holding it in her own hand, the ointment was applied.

Still holding the ball in his right hand, Harry watched dully as his hand suddenly stopped bleeding in his mother's, not fully understanding the situation yet.

"The blood of a wizard is born with powerful magic and has the function of binding contracts. Only the most rigorous or serious magical contracts need to use blood, such as signing contracts with magical creatures."

The Golden Snidget in the box moved imperceptibly, and the blood dripping on it disappeared as if it had evaporated into the air.

Harry blinked his eyes, and his eyes moved from his hands to the box. He seemed to have heard a rustling sound just now, as if some animal was shaking its thin wings like a dragonfly...

A pair of bright green eyes clearly reflected a touch of gold that was moving fast at low altitude.

"Golden Snidget!" James exclaimed proudly. "Seeing it on the first night of the new year is also a unique good omen." He reached out and rubbed Harry's hairy head, and looked down at Harry A kiss on the forehead, "Baby, the gold of the Potter family is right in front of your eyes, how about it?"

Harry followed the Golden Snidget firmly until it stopped smoothly in front of him, until the phantom of the rapidly fluttering wings, the eyes that shone like rubies, and the entire small body could be clearly seen, until he stretched out He stretched out his left hand which was free from wounds, and the Golden Snidget fell into his palm without any hesitation.

It was as if a complete new life, a new life, and the connection with the family had all produced a powerful echo through the contract with this Golden Snidget, shaking his entire soul.

From now on, life as "Harry Potter" has the strongest meaning from the family.

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Yesterday was just yesterday, today we must look forward to today.

——Don't Give Up on Little Peas (Korean) Zheng Xianzai

↑, a good-looking inspirational comic book with a little healing (?)

I have to stay in the small black room for 120 minutes or longer every day to produce a chapter. I feel that I am really strong and (...) have nothing to say, there is no such thing as not typing out The pressure makes me unable to sit down and play in peace. It's enough, anger!

I'm a lazy procrastinator, I haven't written QAQ for my homework

☆、Time flies Ⅰ

Whether it is the ever-changing Muggle world, or the magical world that is exposed to Muggle eyes from time to time, the speed of time passing is the same, slow and meticulous.

Bagshot's "History of Magic" has been republished with some major events in the wizarding world in recent years, the most important of which, even the title is highlighted in bold before printing, is of course "The Boy Who Lived - Neville Longbottom".

A few days after this book was published, some influential books such as "Modern History of Magic", "The Rise and Fall of Dark Magic", "Important Magical Events in the Twentieth Century" made new edits, adding stories about Neville The detailed introduction of Longbottom, his Auror parents and the whole family is not small.

On October 1985, 10, under the auspices of the Ministry of Magic, the monument to the Longbottom couple built at No. 31 on the fifth floor of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries was completed. From morning to night, wizards came to this half-restored ward in an endless stream. , with various moods, silently presented a bouquet of flowers.

The statue of the Longbottom couple here is modified and carved according to their Hogwarts graduation photos. The two hug each other tightly, and there is a baby in their arms. full of smiles.

I don't know if any of the wizards who came to express their condolences can understand the mood of Augusta Longbottom standing here.

It has been four full years since that black night that can be said to have changed the future destiny of the entire magic world. During these four years, the Aurors have come out, and all relevant departments have fully cooperated, and almost all the remnants of the Death Eaters have been sent to Az. Caban.

Of course, for someone like Malfoy, even the Minister of Magic can't help it.

Even such people are not in the minority.

Ministry of Magic, Basement [-], Muggle Research and Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department.

Sirius took off his dirty gloves, then raised his hand to wipe the sweat that was about to flow from his forehead, he took two steps back, and gave a signal to Arthur Weasley who was sitting in the car, "Yes " gesture.

Arthur Weasley nodded, and pressed an obviously extra red button on the car.

The whole car suddenly seemed to be shrouded in fog, and then, suddenly disappeared from the house.

Sirius blew a whistle: "It's done! As long as the stealth function is done, we can drive this car out next time to solve the squeaking pots and pans and roll people in it Get out of the rug. Arthur, come out, let's study how to use magic instead of gasoline."

Arthur Weasley opened the car door and gave Sirius a thumbs up: "Speaking of which, I would like to thank James. If it wasn't for his help, this car wouldn't be finished so quickly."

"It doesn't matter if he didn't come at the most critical moment, the credit is ours, who made their Auror office mysteriously busy every day." Sirius took out his wand and gave the car a speedy shrink, "Perkins Well, tell us three to go for a drive."

"No." Perkins refused in the inner room, "I can't help you with my old arms and legs. I'll write the report, and you two can go for a drive."

Sirius looked at Arthur, who shrugged at him, put the shrunken car in his pocket, and was about to go out and test the car.

In the long four years, with the passage of time and the joint efforts of the wizards, everything has finally gradually moved on the right track.

The forces of black magic finally declined day by day.

In May 1988, the most beautiful noon of a breezy day.

James was lying on a rocking chair in the yard with an upside-down book on his lap, the title of which was not written on the gray hardcover.

He yawned in the sun, rubbed his eyes, which could not be opened, and prepared to take a nap.

"It just so happens that Lily and Harry are not here." James put the book on the table next to him, thinking that he would almost wake up when the mother and son who went shopping came back, and fell asleep peacefully.

This time, he slept until the afternoon and no one disturbed him.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, James wandered around the room boredly for a long time, tidying up wherever he saw something unpleasant, and he didn't stop until both the sofa and the carpet made him feel neat and meticulous.

"Oh, why does it feel like the whole house is empty." James had a rare experience of how Lily and Harry felt when he was at work.

Just when James was so bored that he went to the kitchen to peel the first orange and was about to get some orange juice for Harry, the door finally made a "click" sound when the key was turned and opened.

However, before James poked his head out of the kitchen and shouted "My dears, you are back", Lily's voice had penetrated the door that hadn't been fully opened and reached his ears—"James Potter!" Lily slammed the door back vigorously, "You bastard!"

Harry stood behind his angry mother, whose hair was even brighter, his green eyes blinking helplessly behind round black spectacles.

James came out of the kitchen, his hands were still stained with orange juice, he looked at Lily standing in front of the door, who hadn't even changed her slippers, and was very puzzled: "What's the matter, dear?"

"Don't you know that myopia is inherited if it is higher than [-] degrees! I took Harry to go shopping today, but he couldn't even see the shop sign a few meters away. I took him to the hospital to see his eyes, but the doctor told me that the child is nearsighted. I need glasses already!" Lily put her right hand on Harry's shoulder and stared at James.

"Glasses?" James looked down at Harry, only to realize that he was wearing a pair of round-rimmed black glasses similar to his own. "Yo, son, the glasses are very handsome."

"Yes, I also think that the father-son model is handsome." Harry said enthusiastically.He used to look at himself in the mirror with an eerie familiarity, both James and his "before" self.

It's better to wear glasses, not only the world is clearer, but even seeing yourself is more familiar.Harry thought silently.

Lily glared at James, then lowered her head and glared at Harry: "Go ahead and be handsome, father and son with glasses, I don't care about you."

"Honey." James made a "please look" gesture with his right hand, "how is it, the house I cleaned up carefully?"

Lily glanced at his gestures and said, "Not bad, just as tidy as when I left in the morning."

"Harry, Dad peeled an orange for you, and I'll squeeze the orange juice for you later."

Harry put on his slippers, raised his head and showed eight small white teeth to his father: "Okay, thank you, Dad."

"Baby, Mommy will make you fried jam donuts tonight, do you like it?"

"Like it!" Harry ran to the sofa and sat down next to Lily, "May I add another treacle pie?"

"Hmm..." Lily put on a thoughtful expression, and finally nodded under Harry's increasingly eager gaze, "Well, since you've been sitting in the hospital for so long today, baby, mom comforted me. You, make you another jam pudding."

"Yeah!" Harry cheered.

James looked lonely at the yellow stains on his fingers at the door, then at the mother and child sitting on the sofa, and silently opened the corners of his mouth.

——Not only the house, but also the heart seems to be filled.

Harry came out of the room sleepily, straightened his tousled hair twice, picked up the kettle and poured a glass of water to drink.

"Harry, come here." James waved to him after seeing Harry, "Come on, it's been another summer, let dad see how much you've grown."

Harry walked over and stood obediently by the door frame for James to measure his height.

"Yo, not bad." James drew a line on the corresponding position on top of Harry's head with a crayon, and patted Harry to make him turn around. "It's five centimeters longer."

"Then is there any hope for me to grow to the height of Padfoot!" Harry looked at the obviously rising lines on the door frame and asked quickly.

James turned around and went into the bathroom: "It's more reliable to... grow to your father's height."

Midnight, 23:[-].

Harry sat in front of the desk, listening to his mother who was going to the bathroom go back to the room and close the door, then took out the diary that had been hidden under his buttocks when he heard the voice before, and heaved a sigh of relief carefully.

[April 1989, 4. ] Harry writes the date at the beginning of a new page, [It seems that nothing related to "before" happened, I have never met Neville, and I haven't heard much about him, his grandma Really protected him well.In my limited information, there is no sign of Voldemort. Is it really because the time has not yet come? ] Harry bit the feather on his pen, suddenly he didn't know what else to write, nothing happened that was important enough to be written in this diary...

Harry dipped the pen into the inkwell, paused for a while, then closed the diary and locked it in the bottom cabinet of the desk.

He tilted his head back, resting his neck relaxed on the back of the chair, his eyes wandering back and forth on the bookshelf in front of him.

Apart from the various editions of "History of Magic", the entire bookshelf has the most gifts of all kinds—gifts from Mom and Dad, Padfoot and Moon Face, and some from colleagues and friends of Mom and Dad...

Harry tilted his head, looking at a cute unicorn ornament on the bookshelf, slightly lost in thought.

"Harry, happy birthday.

"Didn't you say that the Potter family is a unicorn in a pure-blood family? I saw this ornament in Diagon Alley once, and I thought it was very suitable for you, and I wanted to give it to you as a gift."

At that time, Harry heard Draco say that it was on the side of "Diagon Alley", so he knew that this thing must not be from Diagon Alley, but he still accepted it with a smile, and placed it directly on the prominent position of the bookshelf .

It's unbelievable... Harry stood up, stretched his neck, pushed the chair under the table and turned off the light.

He took a last look at the unicorn emitting a soft light on the bookshelf, staggered a few steps and fell into the bed regardless. "Draco Malfoy and I have been friends since we were young. We will give each other gifts at Christmas, and we will stay at each other's homes on our birthdays."

He pulled the quilt over his head and hid himself under the quilt.

"Grow up quickly, and get to Hogwarts quickly!" He grunted, pulling the quilt tighter.

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TheinaudibleandnoiselefootofTime. ---Shakespeare

The inaudible silent footsteps of time. ---Shakespeare

A long time ago, I thought that if Harry was not at his aunt's house, there was no dim light, and he didn't need to read books secretly at night, how could he be short-sighted?

The result is something even wizards cannot escape, heredity.

I also thought about the version of Harry without glasses, but later I saw on the post bar that JK set Harry to wear glasses, which is also a symbol of the fragile side of representative characters.

So the glasses cannot be thrown away.

Already started to grow up ╰(▽)╯

I'm so excited (〃￣︶￣)man(￣︶￣〃) to start the main line of Hogwarts in a few chapters soon

(↑Although I haven't written that yet...ORZ)

☆、Time flies Ⅱ

On June 1990, 6, the morning was clear and cool.

Harry used his usual garden shovel to dig a small hole beside the flowerbed, and then watched as Lily reluctantly put Tom in.Harry knelt down and stroked its soft, beautiful, creamy fur one last time tenderly.

"Goodbye, Tom," Lily said hoarsely, adding the first handful of dirt, "We will always miss you."

The Snidget suddenly appeared from the air, hovered for two seconds and then landed on top of Harry's head. His small beak lightly pecked at the top of Harry's head.

"Okay, I know you're back." Harry patted it reassuringly, and fell silent again.

After James added the second handful of soil, Harry could only see Tom's nice-colored fluff in the cracks in the soil. He felt a little sad suddenly, as if he suddenly found out that his childhood friend would never be seen again.

In fact, this is indeed the case. From childhood to adulthood, he would confide a few words to Tom in the dead of night when he could not say anything.

"Oh." Harry wiped away the tears flowing from his eyes with the back of his clean hand, and then covered the last dirt with a smile, "Goodbye."

Thank you for being with us all these years.

Time is like the creases on Merlin's pants getting more and more day by day. It usually looks like nothing, but when you look at it finally, you will be surprised to find that there are so many.

That's how Harry is now, suddenly looking back to realize that so much time has passed, so much that he is almost ten years old.

Still more than a year.Harry told himself in his heart that although he couldn't catch anything now, he would always catch something in a year.

The prescription of the eyes has increased, and I have changed several pairs of glasses frames, but I still wear the lenses of the same thickness. The height is also higher than the line drawn before, and my mother has been under strict supervision. I can only eat two pieces of chocolate a day. , It can also be placed in his room and eaten under his own control.

Everything changes with time, except... what matters most to him.

Harry was lying on the bed with his arms around a pillow on his head. The room had two layers of curtains drawn, and it was so dark that the warm midday sun outside could hardly be seen.

He just finished drinking the cold decoction that his mother had boiled for a long time, and he lay in bed for a long time but didn't feel sleepy at all.

"Well," Harry turned over on the bed, and the pillow was crushed, "Did Mom put something refreshing in the medicine?" He rolled back and forth for a while, and finally got up straight from the bed Sitting up, "Forget it, forget it, I won't be able to fall asleep."

Harry got out of bed and "swished" and opened the curtains, then climbed back to bed and looked at the ceiling, missing the time when he could use magic.

At least you don't need to get out of bed to draw the curtains when you have a cold and feel weak.

Harry's bed was huge, but there was only a small half of the place where he lay, because there were several stacks of books neatly piled up in the rest.

Harry randomly took out one from the middle, looked at the cover, thought for a while and turned to a page.

"Boring magic theory." Harry yawned, even after reading the book for the second time, it was still difficult.

I have to say that after so many years of eating, drinking and having fun, he has not forgotten what he learned "before". In addition to praising his self-consciousness, he should also thank Grandma Bathilda.

Every year, the birthday presents and Christmas presents are books, several books at a time, plus all kinds of Muggle fairy tales and wizard fairy tales bought by his mother, Harry felt that it was necessary for his father to make him a box with a space curse before going to school. .

There are also various gifts accumulated over the years.

Harry tilted his body halfway on the bed and looked at the bookshelf, thinking that it would be better to directly change this plan into casting a space spell on the bookshelf.

He took a last look at the unicorn ornament placed in the most prominent position. Today's big unicorn is lying on the grass, and there are two small unicorns hugging it and acting like a baby.

Harry blinked, feeling that compared to this unicorn that changes every year, the knitted scarf he gave Draco this year is really a bit inferior.

However, at any rate, I failed several times before weaving it.

My mother almost disliked her for being stupid.

Harry thought about it wildly and thought about some messy things, and then read the unreadable words in the book, and suddenly felt dizzy.

"Where does magic come from? What kind of power gives wizards supernatural power, why does this power appear, and how is it mastered by wizards...

"There are countless magical artifacts in the wizarding world that search for traces of magic - Hogwarts adds their names to the list based on the first magical fluctuations that occur in newborns. The Ministry of Magic relies on traces to catch underage magical behavior ...but no one can explain where the 'magic' comes from."

"The first wizard in the history of the world..." After reading this, Harry finally closed his heavy eyelids, let go of his hand, and the book clicked shut beside the pillow.

On July 7th, even with the strongest wind blowing at noon in the summer, it still felt hot.

The plants in Malfoy Manor are thriving.

Harry sat on the carpet under Draco's bed, leaning against the bed, holding a copy of "The Dragon Lover" in his hand, reading the picture book with gusto.

The wind with the fresh smell of plants blew in from the open window, blowing a layer of light gauze hanging in front of the window, and also blowing a few strands of Harry's restless hair.

Harry wore simple half-sleeves and shorts, and his calves and bare feet lay on the soft carpet.He changed his posture, and when he bent his legs, he could see thin muscles, and he didn't look too thin—at least not as thin as "before".

Draco was lying on the bed, holding a thick copy of "Wild Dragons and Domestic Dragons" with his hands stretched out, but his eyes kept wandering towards Harry.

"Hey, Harry." Draco snapped the book shut, sat up and rubbed his sore arms, and then pressed his whole body towards Harry, "What's so good about this kind of book?" He pouted and looked at the detailed and exquisite pictures of dragons in Harry's book, "It makes me want to raise a dragon."

"But," Draco spread his hands and said helplessly, "I can't keep it."

"Why can't you keep it?" Harry stretched out his hand and pushed Draco's head off his shoulder, then turned his head and put the book in front of him, and said with a smile, "It's just that your dragon may be relatively rare, I'll flip through the book I searched for a long time and couldn't find any introduction about you, and I don't know what to do—hahahaha..." Before Harry could say the word "nurture", Draco threw him on the carpet.

"Hey! Draco, don't yell at me." Harry tried his best to hide on the carpet, but he couldn't hide no matter how much he tried, laughing until tears came out.

"Are you kidding me?" Draco sat on Harry's lap, his hands on his shoulders to keep him from getting up.

"I don't, I don't." Harry took this opportunity to calm down and quickly explained, "Draco's name is super nice and handsome."

Draco looked down at Harry for a long time, finally let out a "hum", stood up and pulled Harry up as well.

"Have you lost weight?" Draco sat on the bed, hesitated for a while before asking Harry, "Is it because it's hot in summer and I don't want to eat, or..."

"You're hallucinating," Harry said with a smile, "maybe it's because the clothes I'm wearing are fatter, which makes you think I'm thin. I eat so much every day and you still say I'm thin. Remus gave me a big box of I ran out of chocolate in a short time."

When Harry thought about it when he was still wearing Dudley's clothes, he deeply felt that this was the reason.

Draco looked at him and wanted to say, "I pinched your waist to find out that you lost weight, what has it to do with the clothes", but in the end he didn't say anything.

"Dong dong."

There was two knocks on the door, and Harry and Draco looked towards the door together to see a young house-elf standing there with a tray containing a plate of biscuits and two glasses of juice. "Little master, the hostess made some snacks."

"Let's put it there." Draco pointed to the small table and said nonchalantly.

Harry looked at the elf's "snapped" flash that disappeared, and it seemed as if a lightning bolt had suddenly struck his head.

More than!

If he really wants to find something that has the most intuitive and real connection with the "before", in terms of his current situation, the closest one should be Dobby.

Harry really wanted to bang his head hard, why didn't he think of Dobby's such an important clue and such an important friend sooner.

As long as you can find Dobby, you may be able to know some news about Voldemort's diary... Although the time has not yet come, it is always good to know some news, no matter whether you can get Voldemort's diary and destroy it, as long as you can It is good to know the existence of the diary and intuitively feel that this world is the same as the "before" world.

It doesn't matter if the Boy Who Lived is Harry Potter or Neville Longbottom, as long as it's the same world, there will be another chance to kill Voldemort for good.

So……

Harry swallowed his saliva, his eyes were firmly locked, he walked to the small table and took a small biscuit for Draco, who was about to eat, and said hesitantly, "Draco...you..."

"What?" Draco stopped with his hand holding the biscuit by his mouth, and looked back at Harry with a slightly puzzled expression on his eyebrows.

"It's nothing, I just wanted to ask you..." Harry paused for a moment, then he chose his words in his mind, "Do you know if you have one at home... No, I just asked what the biscuits taste like."

"Chocolate." Draco took a bite and said, "It's delicious."

But he felt that this was not the question Harry was going to ask.

Harry also walked over to take a biscuit, and took a bite of it resentfully.

Isn't it just to ask if there is a house elf named Dobby in Draco's house!Is it so difficult to speak!

Although when asked how he knew Dobby or why he found a house elf named Dobby, he definitely couldn't explain it, but... well, I was really suffocated, so worried every day that someone would find out that something was wrong, Harry didn't know how long he could bear it.

Maybe one day, I will really confess.

That night, while his parents were preparing dinner, Harry hurriedly wrote a letter.

[Dear Padfoot.

I finally got some relevant news today, maybe it can't be called news, it's just a thread.

--More than.It's that house-elf friend I told you about that reminded me of it in second grade, and it helped me a lot later on, too.

When I went to Draco's place during the day, it suddenly occurred to me that it was a Malfoy elf, but I didn't dare to ask Draco about it.

"Before" Voldemort's diary was at Malfoy's house, and I think it should be here this time!

In addition, write back to me when mom and dad are sleeping.

Harry. ]

After writing the letter, Harry tiptoed outside the house to look for the Sphinx post, and even brought a handful of nuts in its nest. "To Sirius, please, be careful on the road."

The owl flapped its wings and took off, and Harry kept his worried eyes on it.

To Harry's reassurance, neither Lily nor James went out to feed the sphinx that night, nor did they mention it.

In fact, it doesn't matter if it is mentioned, Harry can also say "I should have gone out to play" or something, but he is just a little guilty.

After dinner, Harry washed up early, went back to his room and opened the window to wait for the Sphinx to come back.

Sirius' letter arrived just before twelve o'clock, just as Harry had written it.

Harry patted the Sphinx on the head, thanked it well, and opened the letter standing directly in front of the window.

[Dear Harry.

Go with the flow and don't force yourself.Everything will develop naturally.

In fact, what I want to say the most when I receive your letter is: You are still a child, and it is better to leave many things to us adults...or at least, after you go to school.

Don't worry, a lot of things "before" happened after Hogwarts.

There are also some things, I think it is better for you to experience it yourself than to let me tell you.

I hope you can experience this world carefully and live happily instead of letting "killing Voldemort" become the whole of your life.

Caring about you and not other Padfoot. ]

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