HP Approaches the Magical World

"HP approached the magic world (

Harry's conversation with Hagrid didn't last long because he felt the environment was embarrassing.

He doesn't seem to be suitable to accept the care of others, especially when everyone thinks his situation is strange.

He wanted to be alone.

Jon was not far from Hagrid's cabin, and he thought this situation was very interesting, because it seemed that he had been in this state a long, long time ago.

These things appear to different people like a reincarnation. He, Harry, or other people are not so much an emotion as a growing problem.

So he cast a magic on Harry.

It doesn't seem so cool to cast magic without a wand. I have to say that this kind of spellcasting is really convenient.

Just a flick of his finger, the magic he wants will appear on the person he wants to cast.

This is a kind of memory magic. It is not to extract memories from a person, but to spy on the person’s current emotions. After taking this emotion, he will give this thing to Joanne. Joanne’s most recent time The important thing is to write a book.

Harry Potter's biography, he intends to wait until everything is over to begin publishing, and before then there are some trivial things to deal with.

As for why Joanne was not transformed into a wizard, it was Joanne's own decision. At this time, she still wants to use more energy to write.

Jon respects her opinion, he is patient enough for the original author and is willing to cooperate with her.

What's more, Joanne's relationship with him is also very good.

...

Hagrid Cottage.

Harry walked to the door as quickly as possible and pulled it open. Before Hagrid had finished saying goodbye, he came to the sun and walked down the grass.

When he passed by, people shouted at him again.

He closed his eyes for a while, wishing them all disappeared, so that when he opened his eyes again, he could find himself alone on the field.

A few days ago, his exam had not yet concluded. He saw the image that Voldemort had planted in his mind. He was willing to give almost everything to let the entire wizarding world know that he was telling the truth and convince them that Voldemort had already Come back, and believe that he is neither a liar nor a lunatic.

But now...

He walked for a short distance by the lake, then sat down on the shore, hiding behind the messy bushes to avoid the eyes of passers-by.

He stared at the sparkling lake, lost in thought.

He wanted to stay alone, probably because he felt isolated and cut off from others since talking to Dumbledore.

An invisible barrier separates him from the rest of the world.

He was—he was always—a marked person.

And he never really understood what this meant.

Sitting on the bank, intense pain weighed heavily on him.

The grief of losing Sirius was so strong and so clear that he had no extra nerves to feel fear.

The sun was shining now, and there were laughing crowds on the surrounding field. He felt that he was very far away from them, as if he belonged to two completely different worlds.

Even so, he still finds it hard to believe that while he is sitting there, his life will definitely end as a murderer.

After a long time, he still sat there, staring at the water in a daze, trying his best not to think about his godfather, not to remember where he was directly opposite-on the other side of the river, Sirius once fought against a hundred. Dementor and exhausted.

The sun had already set, and he felt a little chill.

He got up and returned to the castle, brushing away the tears from his face with his sleeves as he walked.

...

Ron and Hermione were fully recovered and discharged three days before the end of the semester.

Hermione always wanted to mention Sirius, and whenever she said his name, Ron would make a "hush" sound to stop it.

Harry still didn't know if he himself wanted to talk about his godfather; his thoughts always changed with his mood.

But one thing is clear to him: even though he feels sad now, he will miss Hogwarts very much when he returns to Privet Drive a few days later.

Although he now knows the reason why he has to go back there every summer, he still hasn't developed a more favorable impression of that place.

In fact, he has never been so afraid of going back.

Professor Umbridge left Hogwarts the day before the end of the semester.

She seemed to sneak out of the hospital during dinner time, and it was obvious that she wanted to leave quietly without being noticed.

Unfortunately, she ran into Pepy Ghost on the road, and Pepy Ghost took the last chance after listening to Fred's words.

He happily stopped Umbridge in front, and used a cane and a sock full of chalk to hit her vigorously in turn.

Many students ran to the porch to see her escape. The deans of the academy also tried half-truths to stop them.

In fact, Professor McGonagall made only a few weak protests, then sat back behind the table and regretted that she could not deliver Umbridge herself because Pepy Ghost had borrowed her crutches.

The last night of the semester came. Many people had packed their packages and were about to go to the farewell banquet at the end of the semester, but Harry hadn't packed his things yet.

"Clean up tomorrow!"

Ron waited at the door of the dormitory and said, "Come on, I'm all hungry."

"I'll be well soon, you go first"

Ron closed the door and left, but Harry didn't pack his things right away~www.wuxiahere.com~ What he hated most was attending the farewell party.

He was worried that Dumbledore would mention him when he spoke, and of course he would mention Voldemort's return; after all, he told them about this last year.

Harry took out a few rumpled robes from the bottom of the box to make room for neatly folded clothes.

He found a badly wrapped bag in a corner of the box.

He couldn't think of why this thing was here.

He bent down and pulled it out from under his sportswear to examine it carefully.

Soon he realized what it was, it was given to him by Sirius, in the front door of No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

"I hope you use it when you need me, okay?"

Harry sat down on his bed and opened the packet.

It's a small square mirror, a bit old, and of course dirty.

Harry raised it to his eyes and saw that he in the mirror was looking at him in reverse. He turned the mirror over, and there was a scribbled handwriting on the reverse, left by Sirius.

This is a two-way mirror. There are two sides in total, and there is another side in my hand.

If you want to find me, just call me at it and you will appear in my mirror, and I can also appear in your mirror and talk to you.

In the past, when James and I were not together, we used this to connect.

Harry's heart began to jump quickly.

He remembered seeing his dead parents in the Mirror of Eris four years ago, and he could talk to Sirius again, and he knew right away—he looked around to see if there was anyone else: the whole The dormitory is empty. His gaze fell on the mirror again, and he raised it to his eyes with trembling hands, and called out loud and clear: "Sirius."