HP Magic Biography

On Saturday morning, Priwhite Street still looked like a nice suburban street. All the curtains closed tightly, and there was no one in the darkness where Harry could see, not even a cat.

But...but... Harry walked back to the bed anxiously, sat down, and touched the scar on his head with his fingers.

It was not the pain that bothered him. Harry was no stranger to pain and pain. He used to have all the bones in his right arm, and he had to endure the pain that would grow again overnight. Soon afterwards, the right arm was also pierced by fangs almost a foot long. Just last year it fell from a fifty-foot-high flying broomstick. He has become accustomed to the strange accidents and injuries in ancient times. As long as you enter the wizarding school of Hogwarts, the first thing you learn is to get into trouble. These things are inevitable.

In fact, it wasn't that Harry took the initiative to ask for trouble, but there is really no way to troubleshoot things like that. Otherwise, what would you tell Malfoy to do, and Voldemort?

However, what bothered Harry was the scars stinging him this time. Maybe Voldemort used to be nearby... but Voldemort couldn't be here now... Think about Voldemort walking on Privet Street, Little Huijin District, or Privet Drive? This kind of thinking is ridiculous, totally impossible...

Harry listened carefully in the silence. He looked forward to hearing the creak of the stairs, he looked forward to the rustle of his coat. Then he jumped slightly when he heard the loud snoring of Dudley's cousin in the neighboring room.

Pig tails did suit him well, although Harry felt that sometimes Dudley's behavior was to discredit the pigs.

Harry shook his body angrily. It was too stupid just now. There was no one in the house except Uncle Dursley, Aunt Petunia, and Cousin Dudley. They were still sleeping, undisturbed and painless.

The time Harry liked them the most was when they were asleep. Even if they were awake, it would not help him in any way. The three of them were Harry's only relatives in the world.

They are not wizards, they hate magic, they despise magic, of course Harry can imagine it in their home.

Harry was not here for the first three years and went to Hogwarts to go to school. They explained to the neighbors that Harry was going to St. Modo's Juvenile Office. They know very well that a minor wizard is not allowed to use magic outside Hogwarts, but if there is any problem with this house, they will blame him.

It was too bad at Dursley's family. If Fanlin was there, it would be better. However, Fanlin went to Athens and he just sent Fanlin away last month.

Now, here, there is only the Dursley family.

But Harry would never believe them, nor would he tell them about his life experience in the wizarding world. As for waiting for them to come to them when they wake up, tell them about the scars and worry about Voldemort. Ridiculous.

Let them know what Voldemort did and they will definitely be scared to death.

However, it was precisely because of Voldemort that Harry came here to live with Dudley. If it weren't for Voldemort, Harry would not have a bruise on his forehead. If it weren't for Voldemort, Harry's parents would still be in the world... …

That night Voldemort, the most powerful dark wizard of the century, had been in power for eleven years and killed his father and mother at his home when Harry was only one year old. Finally Voldemort pointed his wand at Harry, and Voldemort wanted to cast the spell that had ruined many adult wizards and wizards, which had brought him step by step to the top of his power, but it was incredible that the spell did not work.

Not only did he not kill Harry, but Voldemort was also punished for it. Harry survived except for a thunderbolt-like scar on his forehead, but Voldemort was almost wiped out. His power disappeared, his spirit almost collapsed, and he ran away. As a result, the fear in the wizarding community is gone, and Voldemort's followers are scattered. Harry Potter became famous in one fell swoop.

On his eleventh birthday, Harry discovered that he was a wizard. This was enough to surprise him. What surprised him even more was that he discovered that in the hidden wizard world, everyone knew his name. Harry had been to Hogwarts and found that no matter where he went, everyone turned their heads and whispered behind him.

However, this was brought to him by his mother, and Fanlin and Dumbledore had both explained it to him in detail.

Such a thing can be said to be a privilege and should be borne by his mother.

But I'm used to it now. Once this summer is over, the fourth school year at Hogwarts will begin, and there are only a handful of days to return to the castle.

But school will start in two weeks. He looked around for a moment, eyes resting on the birthday card, which was sent by his three good friends at the end of July. What would they say if they wrote to tell them about the scar?

Immediately, Hermione Granger's voice rang in his head, his voice harsh and panicked.

"Does your scar hurt? Harry, it's really serious. Write to Professor Dumbledore. I will go to the curse department, maybe there can be a curse to heal the scars left by the dark magic... "

Yes, that would indeed be Hermione's suggestion. Go directly to Headmaster Hogwarts and look for a book. Harry looked at the blue and black sky outside. He wondered if there was a book like this that could help him. As far as he knew, he was the only wizard who escaped under the curse of Voldemort. Therefore, it is almost impossible to find the pain symptoms listed in the General Curse Department.

As for telling the principal, I don’t know where he went to entertain himself after the holiday.

No, Fanlin said that he and Dumbledore are in Athens.

Well, Harry hasn't been anywhere, even Harry has never left England, maybe he should go out and take a look.

However, no matter where Dumbledore is, Harry is sure that Hedwig can find Dumbledore. Harry’s owl has not failed. It can always deliver letters to anyone accurately, even without an address. . But what did he write?

"Dear Professor Dumbledore, I'm sorry to bother you, but my scar is stinging this morning. You are faithful, Harry Potter."

Vocabulary appeared in his brain, and these words sounded silly and ridiculous.

So Harry tried to think about the reaction of his other best friend Ron Weasley. After a while, Ron’s long nose and scaly face seemed to float towards the ground, dumb and confused. Emoji.

"Does your scar hurt? But... But isn't'that person" unable to get close to you?... I mean... You know, don't you? He might want to kill you again, doesn't he? I don't know , Harry, maybe the curse scar always hurts...I will ask Dad..."

Mr. Weasley is a fully qualified wizard who works in the Office of the Ministry of Magic, but has no special experience in cursing matters. Either way, Harry didn't want the Weasley family to toss about him for a few minutes.

Mrs. Weasley would say worse than Hermione, and Fred, George, Ron's sixteen-year-old twin brother, might think Harry was nervous. The Weasleys are Harry's favorite. He hoped they would invite him to stay for some time, (Ron already mentioned about the Quidditch World Cup), anyway, he didn't want them to ask about this because they were worried when he visited them.

This is always very troublesome, some small scars and tingling, in exchange for endless trouble and worry.

Harry hated it, but it was impossible.

And the rest seems to be Fanlin.

The appearance of Fanlin appeared in front of Harry, a very handsome and excellent little wizard.

Although Fanlin was one year younger than Harry, this did not hinder Fanlin's strength.

It didn't seem like a good idea to look at Fanlin from the eyes of an ordinary little wizard.

Harry had never seen such a powerful little wizard, and even Fanlin was a bit stronger than many ordinary adult wizards.

Unimaginable reserves of magic knowledge, as well as those novel magic, which Harry does not possess, and in Hogwarts, many things are decided by Fanlin~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It seems that now Only this is the most appropriate, write to Fanlin.

but……

Harry thought for a while, he seemed to have a candidate.

Sirius, his godfather.

I have to say that Sirius was a qualified father in Fanlin's eyes. At least, the care Harry felt in Sirius was never before.

An illusion of being protected by real relatives, I have to say, this is very warm.

However, Harry was dissatisfied that Sirius was no longer serving as the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts.

Well, Sirius is indeed not suitable to be a professor, and this does not have the authority that Hermione wants to come.

Sirius is more focused on actual combat, but this does not help them cope with the exam.

However, Sirius seemed to be in Athens with Fanlin, and the letter from Sirius and Fanlin was sent together.

What are they doing?

This question has always been in Harry's mind, but no one mentioned it in the letter.

Fanlin just went to study, Harry had no right to talk about Dumbledore's words, and then Sirius...

Harry was indeed a little angry, but Sirius was still his godfather after all.

If you write to Fanlin, Sirius should be able to see it too, right?

This seems impossible.

However, writing to Fanlin is indeed the best candidate, and perhaps Fanlin can give him some good suggestions for magic.

Harry sat down in front of the desk, and the quill was still placed on the table. In fact, after he got older, the Dursleys rarely entered his room. After all, he could do magic and anger Harry. Not a wise choice.

Harry wrote the dream in detail. He believed Hedwig very much, even if he didn't have an exact address.