[HP] Guardian

He himself has been the headmaster of Hogwarts for more than 20 years, so he naturally knows the principle of the Hogwarts notice. As long as the recipient does not check the letter, the owl will keep copying and sending it, so he does not intend to open it now, but He carefully hid the letter under the pillow, tomorrow will be another beautiful day, won't it?Harry said good night to himself.

The next day, he was cooking breakfast, and the letter arrived on time. Uncle Vernon called Dudley to get it. Dudley mumbled and knocked across the corridor with an unhappy expression on his face.Afterwards, he yelled "There are three letters! They are all in the cupboard under the stairs of No. 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. Mr. Harry Potter, someone will write to him" Dudley screamed He went back to the kitchen, opened one and threw the rest on the table.

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft..." Dudley read the contents of the letter aloud, but he didn't want Vernon and Petunia's face to change color immediately when they heard the name. Vernon snatched the letter, and Aunt Petunia stopped. Dudley wanted to snatch it unhappily, but Uncle Vernon held up the letter and he couldn't reach it.

"Dursley! This! This..." Aunt Petunia nearly fainted when she saw the contents of the letter, which made Dudley even more curious about the contents of the letter, and he tapped his father with his cane in dissatisfaction.

"I want to read the letter. What is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?" Uncle Vernon's face darkened when he heard Dudley's words. Li said nothing.

"Let me see, I clearly saw it." Dudley lost his temper dissatisfied, but at this moment Vernon would not indulge his temper, grabbed him by the neck and threw him into the corridor.

"Remember there is no magic, it's all deceitful, you go out too." Harry was not interested in their argument, and walked out of the kitchen in a nonchalant manner. As soon as Vernon closed the door, Dudley lay on the door and peeped through the keyhole. Indoors, Harry stood by the wall boredly watching the farce.

In the next few days, there were more and more letters. As before, Vernon asked him to move the room, Dudley was crying, and Vernon tried everything possible to destroy the letters. Letters poured into the house, and Vernon had to take his family and Harry to the hotel, but he didn't expect the letters to arrive at the hotel. The collapsed Uncle Vernon brought the frightened Aunt Petunia and the complaining Dudley... , and Harry, who doesn't care, lives in a cottage by the sea.

It was his birthday, and he kind of missed Mrs. Leva's sweet cake, but he was also waiting for another one.

Three seconds to go, he looked at Dudley's watch and counted in his head, three, two, one.boom!There was a knock on the door right on time, and Harry curled his lips and got up to meet his old friend.

boom!There was another knock on the door, and Dudley finally woke up. "Where is the cannon going?" He was still in a daze and didn't notice the knock on the door at all.There was another bang, and Uncle Vernon burst into the house with a gun.

"Who is there outside? I warn you that I have a gun." There was silence for a while, and then there was a bang, and the entire door panel fell to the ground. There was a burly man standing outside. I put it back on.

"Could you get us a cup of hot tea? It's not easy to make the trip..." He strode over to the sofa, where Dudley sat dumbfounded.In the shocking way of appearance, Harry snickered in a very happy mood.

"This is Harry," Dudley screamed, running to his parents, and Harry stood by the wall watching Hagrid and the Dursleys come and go until Uncle Vernon's gun was crushed like plasticine. Bending and throwing it away, the giant turned and spoke to him.

"Anyway, happy birthday to you! Very happy, I have something to give you here, oh! I may have crushed some places, but the taste is the same" Harry took the crushed cake, Gooey chocolate, green syrup reads: Happy Birthday Harry.How nostalgic, his first birthday cake.

"Thank you, and who are you?" He didn't want to expose his problem before going to Hogwarts. This was something he had decided a long time ago. He had to see Gryffindor and ask the reason before he could make a decision. What should be the next step? He guessed that he had entered a chaotic time and space. He was afraid that too many changes would affect the future.

"Honestly, I haven't introduced myself to you yet. Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of the Keys and Gamekeeper at Hogwarts" He put a giant hand around Harry's entire arm.It’s been a long time since he saw his old friend. Harry said hello to Hagrid in his heart, but he still had to pretend he didn’t know it. When he was the headmaster, he was used to wearing a mask and acting with the Ministry of Magic. Okay, but I believe my old friend can understand my last resort.

In the following time, Hagrid shared food and information with Harry. Looking at the Dursleys who were like a frying pan, Harry happily put away his letter, watched the owl flying away with the reply, and listened to the Dursley family. Harry only felt relieved by the unreasonable words of the Seeley family. He comforted the angry Hagrid and stopped his magic on Dudley. Anyway, it was his aunt's family who raised him.

In the early morning of the next day, he was awakened by the sound of owls knocking. After paying the delivery fee, Hagrid took him out of the seaside hut. They chatted along the way, listening to Hagrid describe the familiar world, and Harry I miss you more and more.

On the train to London, to the famous Broken Ax pub, through the narrow door, he said to himself, welcome back Harry.

"Welcome back, Mr. Potter, welcome back" the bar owner took his hand with tears in his eyes, just like the past...isn't it the past

Holding the hands of these friendly wizards over and over again, until he saw Quirrell again, he wanted to laugh very much. He didn't know what would happen if he took off his turban at this time, Harry thought wickedly.

"Bo...bo...Potter...seeing you...speak...unspeakable...high...happy" Can you not be happy?Seeing your master's enemy again, it would be nice if your master was not happy and asked you to let him out.

"What kind of magic do you teach, Professor Quirrell?" Harry asked with a smile seeing Quirrell's timid look.

"The anti...defense against black...black...black magic...you have already used...you don't need...you don't need to learn it, right, Mr. Bo...Bo...Potter" You need to learn it!To learn!After all, it would be fun to have a Dark wizard himself teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Harry had a friendly gleam in his eye.

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"Then, Professor, see you at our school." After being too long in the bar, Hagrid finally couldn't provoke him to raise his voice and call him to leave. After bidding farewell to the bar, Hagrid led him to the brick wall.

"Count up to three yuan... and then count down to two yuan..." he muttered in a low voice.

"Okay, stand back, Harry." Soon the winding streets of Diagon Alley appeared in front of him.

"Welcome... welcome to Diagon Alley." Harry grinned at him, and the two walked into Diagon Alley one after another.

"This is really lively!" It has been lively for decades.Seeing Harry's surprised eyes, Hagrid enthusiastically introduced the things in Diagon Alley, while walking towards Gringotts.

He was very impressed with the goblins of Gringotts. After all, they snatched Gringotts. It was a thrilling story.

"Morning, we're going to take some money from Mr. Harry Potter's vault." The goblin raised his head and looked at the people coming. Harry didn't like their gazes, as if they were calculating everything.

"Do you have his key, sir?" Hagrid searched for a long time and finally handed the key to him before the goblin glared his eyes out.

"I have another letter here from Professor Dumbledore about 'that thing' in Vault 713" Harry knew it was Nico Flamel's Philosopher's Stone, which Dumbledore gave him test.

The goblin Griphook led the way for them, sitting in the most disgusting car in history except for the bus, Hagrid got out of the car with a livid face and leaned against the wall, looking like he was dying, Griphook opened the vault left by his parents, the scene was still spectacular, Hagrid helped him put the money in the bag, and turned to let Griphook go to vault 713.

In No. 713, which was opened again, the Philosopher's Stone wrapped in brown paper stayed there quietly. Hagrid quickly put it in his arms, and told Harry that he hoped he would keep it a secret. I sigh secretly that my old friend has no money here.

The two left Gringotts and asked Hagrid to go to the bar first, and Harry went to Madam Malkin's robe shop alone. As soon as he entered, he saw Malfoy trying on clothes there, and he lamented that the road to the enemy was narrow.After he became the headmaster, he had many exchanges with Malfoy. Although the Malfoy family has fallen, the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse.

"Hey, are you going to Hogwarts too?" Harry forgot what he had talked to Malfoy, anyway, they were not right from the beginning, and Harry always remembered that if it wasn't because Malfoy used the disappearing cabinet, the The Death Eaters would not have forced Snape to kill Dumbledore himself if they had entered Hogwarts.

"My dad is next door helping me with my books, and my mom is out looking for a wand in the street... and then I'm going to drag them to see broomsticks, and I don't understand why first graders can't have their own broomsticks. I think, I'm going to force I asked my dad to buy one for me, and then tried to sneak it in, do you have your own broomstick?" Oh!All right!Malfoy was so talkative when he was a child, and Harry missed him being cocky like a peacock, at least he wasn't so chattery back then.

"No" I have the Quidditch Champions Cup custom broom thanks.

"Have you ever played Quidditch?" The young master obviously doesn't know how to read people's faces at this age, oh!Harry thought about it, Malfoy couldn't read people's faces in his seventies.

"No" What about the Quidditch World Cup?Fortunately, I got a cup.

"I did. Dad said it would be a shame if I didn't get picked for our house team. I'll say, I agree with that. Do you know what house you got sorted into?" Golfer, you never beat me.

"It's fine, I'll do whatever I want" Well... I guess Mr. Hat will still want to throw him into Slytherin again, but this time Harry's mind is very relaxed, he doesn't care which house he goes to.

"How can it be random? Of course, no one really knows which house they will be sorted into until they arrive at the school. However, I know that I will definitely be sorted into Slytherin, because my whole family graduated from there... Sorted into Hufflepuff, I think I'll drop out, so the house can't be free." Malfoy was as serious about the house as they were about their own noble blood.Seeing Hagrid appearing at the window, Harry waved his hand, and Hagrid pointed at the ice cream to indicate that he could not go in.

"Oh! You know." Harry nodded and said that he accompanied me, and didn't want to explain too much.

"Why is he accompanying you? Where are your parents?" Malfoy frowned obviously because he disliked Hagrid. The young master's arrogance was committed again, and Harry complained in his heart. Sure enough, he would never become friends with Malfoy no matter what.

"They passed away," Harry replied lightly, and Malfoy apologized without apology, and he didn't bother to bother, he could only keep checking when the clothes would be ready.

"Aren't they the same kind of people as us?" The pure-blood pride of the Malfoy family was beyond comprehension.

"Oh! If you mean wizards, of course" Malfoy nodded contentedly when he heard him say that.

"I don't think they should have alternative admissions, what do you think? They're different, they haven't been raised with the kind of education we have, and don't understand our world. Come to think of it, some of them even I've never heard of the school Hogwarts. I think the school should be limited to students from ancient wizarding families. By the way, what's your last name?" Before Harry could answer, Madam Malkin called out.

"I think as a pure-blood nobleman, shouldn't he be tolerant of everything? That's the demeanor a gentleman should have, what do you think? I'm fine here, so goodbye." Before Malfoy could react, haha Leigh took his things and ran away. He didn't want to chat with the unscrupulous young master Malfoy here. Of course, if he was allowed to throw two curses at him...

He took the ice cream that Hagrid gave him, God knows how long he hadn't eaten it, bought parchment and quills along the way, went into Lihen to buy books, crucibles, scales, telescopes, and then went to the pharmacy to weigh the powder, In the end all that was left was the wand.

Before going to Ollivander, Hagrid proposed to give him a birthday present, a beautiful snowy owl, his Hedwig, he stroked Hedwig's smooth feathers with trembling hands, and stammered to thank Hagrid.

When they stepped into Ollivander again, Harry felt as if it had been a lifetime away. The jingling of bells and the dense wand boxes piled up on the ceiling created a sacred and solemn atmosphere.

"Good afternoon." Ollivander came to him with enthusiasm for the wand in his eyes.

"Oh yes, yes, yes, I know I'll see you soon, Harry Potter, that's no problem. Your eyes are like your mother's when she came here to buy hers First wand, it's like yesterday. Ten and a quarter inches long, wicker, swishy, ​​a good wand for magic" Those silvery white eyes see things as they are , at least for wands.

"Your father is different. He likes mahogany wands. Eleven inches long, flexible, stronger, and perfect for Transfiguration. I say your father likes it . . . actually, wands, of course." Where is the wizard choosing it?" Ollivander leaned closer and closer to him, his nervous words made Harry squint his eyes.He knew that the wand chose its master, just as prophesied, he and Voldemort were destined to be rivals, perhaps the wand had already chosen, of course it could not be ruled out that it was because of Voldemort's soul piece.

"Oh, this is..." Mr. Ollivander stroked the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead with his pale, long fingers.

"I'm sorry, but it was made of a wand I sold. Thirteen and a half inches long. Of yew. Very strong, very strong, but it fell into the wrong hands... If only I had known that this wand had been made. , would do such a thing..." Nothing was known in advance, everything was preordained, Harry lowered his eyes, the wand chose the master, didn't it?

Ollivander exchanged a few words with Hagrid, mentioned Hagrid's broken wand, and Hagrid expressed his thoughts by holding the red umbrella tightly.Then Ollivander measured Harry's distance, and turned to get his wand.

The wands piled up one chair after another, and Harry almost blurted out asking him to get his own, when Ollivander finally remembered it.

"A discerning customer, eh! It doesn't matter, I think, here you can always find the most ideal, perfect, and most suitable for you...Let me think about it, oh, yes, why not...Extraordinary Combination, holly, phoenix feather, eleven inches long. Nice, and pliable." Holding it again, Harry didn't complain about fate, it just felt familiar as breathing.

"Oh, great, oh, really, great. Oh, oh, oh...it's amazing...it's amazing..." Ollivander shouted excitedly, Harry silently withdrew his wand, he I feel a little weak in my heart, as to why...

For a wizard who has long been accustomed to being silent and wandless, you let him use a wand and cast spells, believe me, it will be a disaster.correct!Forgot to mention, especially this wizard, the magic power once returned to the first grade.Alright alright.It's not that bleak, it's just less than one-tenth of his peak... After all, this body is still small, like a container full of water, it's not that he doesn't have enough magic power but his body can't hold it. This is his hard work for ten years As a result of the adjustment, he didn't dare to use too much magic power. After all, children before the age of 11 are prone to magic riots, injuring their bodies or becoming squibs, so he basically hasn't used magic in the past ten years, and only studied the rotation of his own magic power. Make sure he's growing well.

"I remember every wand I ever sold, every wand I remember. Well, two tail feathers from the same phoenix, one made this wand, and the other tail feather made the other wand .You were destined to use this wand, and its brother... Well, it was his brother who gave you that scar. Yes, thirteen and a half inches long. Yew. How can such a thing, it is too Fantastic. Remember, the wand chooses the wizard... I think you'll do great things, Mr. Potter... Anyway, the mystery man I can't name did great things, terrible but nonetheless Big thing" Yes, big thing.Harry had to admit that Voldemort was powerful. If he didn't go astray, his achievements would not be inferior to Dumbledore's.

After paying the Galleon, Hagrid and Harry left the shop and started on their way back to the Dursleys' house. At the station Hagrid gave him nine and three-quarters of the ticket and said goodbye.

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In view of the problem of JJ swallowing symbols, I re-edited the text, and it can't be displayed anymore, and I can't help it...