Husband's Worries Lianmeng [Comprehensive British and American]

Soon, the fat Madam Pomfrey called Dumbledore, and she called loudly, so she naturally woke up Harry who was sleeping.

Harry opened his eyes, saw his friends, saw Madam Pomfrey, saw the little boy standing between him and the dementor who suddenly appeared in the air and fell on him, and saw a bird He messed with the house-elf, Dobby, and Dumbledore who came in a hurry.

Dobby was really bothering him, even though he meant no harm.

Harry sat up, propping himself up with the hand that didn't have any missing bones.

"Oh! My God!" screamed Madam Pomfrey. "Mr. Potter! Why are you still awake?! Merlin's beard! Don't you feel pain?" She hurried over, reaching out to touch Harry. "Poor child, you should lie down first, I'll find you some painkiller potion." She went to help Harry, and tried not to touch his injured arm as much as possible.

That damn flower peacock!

He didn't even know how to do a simple healing spell, and he took the bone out of Harry's forearm - Gilderoy Lockhart.

Harry felt Madam Pomfrey's kindness, but he still smiled at the headmaster who hurried over: "Madam, I don't feel any pain, really...not at all." His eyes were bright, It didn't look like she was lying at all.

But Dobby, who was trapped, sobbed loudly at this moment: "It's all Dobby's fault! It's all Dobby's fault! Dobby should punish himself!"

For a while, the medical wing was in chaos.

Loki, who was ignored, felt the inevitable anger of being left out.

Even though the poor little guy Harry Potter is in the same color as him, it doesn't mean that his savior halo can be given to this little guy, and... what did the house elf say?

At this time, Loki already knew that Harry Potter didn't know much about the world, so he was always looking for opportunities to read other people's memories.

The old man with the white beard who had been nice to Harry as long as he could remember was nice.

But for now he needs to tread carefully.

Loki stood barefoot beside Harry's bed, and before he could move, he was bumped by Harry's good friend Ron——

Gudong!

Loki is fine.

But Ron fell hard to the ground.

Looking thin and small, Loki, who was several years younger than them, glanced at Ron innocently, then turned to look at the startled house elf Dobby, who heard Dobby shouting that he Something was wrong, and he was also very helpless.

"Oh... Can anyone explain, what's going on?" Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and looked at the strange child standing aside.

The kid looked like another Harry Potter - black hair, green eyes, and... presumably a wizard, too.

On the Quidditch field, the floating dementors are always ready to absorb the joy of the children, and because of the dark experience, Harry's soul is even more attracted to those terrible monsters... Just when a few dementors are about to kiss haha At the moment when he was benefiting, the child in front of him suddenly appeared from the sky and smashed on Harry's Nimbus 2000, blocking those dementors.

The dementors flinched back as if under a Patronus Charm.

And Harry also fell from mid-air all the way because he was hit by the little boy-fortunately, Snape cast a levitation technique on him to save him and the little boy at the same time.

But what is very puzzling is that when the strange little boy fell to the ground without any injuries, Harry broke his arm.

Dumbledore was a well-informed old man.

He has seen all kinds of people and knows that there are so many magical things in this world, so he thinks there must be some secret in this little boy—as long as the secret has nothing to do with Voldemort, he is not curious, let alone Besides, an 11-year-old boy wouldn't be surprised if the Magic Riot directly Apparated to the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch.

Maybe everything is Merlin's will.

He looked at the little boy kindly, and under his gaze, he took out his wand and shook it twice, turning the lounge in the medical wing into a more cozy and comfortable place, especially Harry's crib was enlarged, and the little boy The boy was also directly floated up.

Loki raised his eyebrows. He didn't think there was anything powerful about this kind of magic, but it was pretty good for the people in the atrium... Well, the ants in the atrium—Sol certainly didn't He would be happy to let him call these people in the atrium like this—he thought that if possible, it would be a good choice to take this old guy as an apprentice, and then let him compete with that Strange!

However, Loki's eyes were too hot, at least...Dumbledore, who hadn't been stared at with such focused eyes for a long time, really felt...the eyes were too much.

He coughed twice and said, "Boy, what's your name? Where are you from?"

Loki looked at him, trying to find a bit of malice in the old man's eyes, but he looked at it for a while, and didn't see any less kindness, so he said with a little playfulness: "My name is Loki, from... ..." His mind was spinning so fast that no one noticed the pause, "Come to New York."

New York!

Everyone was terrified.

Dumbledore looked at him even more in shock: "Oh! Oh! Boy, that's a long way!"

Apparition has a distance limit, and this child just appeared out of nowhere, from New York to England?This is really unimaginable!

If this is the case... then how powerful is this boy's magic power?

However, Dobby screamed, "He lied!" Dobby screamed, banging his head on the ground, "Dobby must punish himself! Dobby can't leave! Dobby hurt Harry Potter! Dobby said He lied! Dobby can't say he lied! He's not New York! He's not! Dobby is so bad!"

"Stop!" Harry said Dobby gave him a headache.

Loki raised his hand and touched Harry's forehead, which also solved his headache by the way.

"Wow!" Harry was taken aback, and instead, he was surrounded by a sense of comfort.

Loki shrugged, turned to look at Dobby: "I order you, stop!"

Dobby froze for a moment.

This creature is really interesting.

Loki hooked his fingers and pulled Dobby to his side.He pulled the creature's ears curiously, and found that it was like some weird goblins he had seen in the universe—those little things that lived underground, had no magic, but could use magic, very funny creatures.

"My child, lying is not a good habit..." Dumbledore still wanted to know the truth, and advised this strange and mysterious little boy, "I am the headmaster of Hogwarts, child, tell me, who are you? Where did you come from?" ?”