HP Approaches the Magic World

"Hey, make some room, you stupid big guy."

Hagrid's muffled voice came from the radio, and Jon began to laugh silently.

No sound could be made because Joanne was holding a small tape recorder and recording simultaneously.

A strange scream came from the radio, it was Dudley's terrified scream.

Harry watched as Dudley screamed and ran away from him and hid behind his mother, who was so frightened that she crouched behind his father.

I've never seen them so useless.

"This is Harry!"

The giant in front of him lowered his head and said: "The last time I saw you, you were still a little Maomao."

Of course Harry had a lot to ask, but Hagrid didn't give him a chance to speak. He recalled to himself: "You look like your father, and your eyes are like your mother. Oh, you are so beautiful, but you are too thin."

Already."

Mr. Dursley let out a piercing scream behind Harry, which startled Harry. After all, Aunt Petunia usually made such loud noises.

"I want you to leave immediately, sir!" Mr. Dursley said angrily, "You are breaking into a private house!"

"Shut up, Dursley, you big fool."

Hagrid snatched the gun from Dursley's hand across the sofa, poked it gently, tied it into a knot and threw it into the corner of the room. Pointing a gun at a giant was not a wise move.

"Anyway, Harry, happy birthday to you. I have something here for you - I may have crushed it in some places, but it still tastes the same."

He took out a slightly flattened box from the inner pocket of his coat. Inside the box was a large gooey chocolate cake. On it was written with green sugar juice: Happy Birthday Harry.

Harry looked up at the giant and blurted out full of doubts: "Who are you?"

"Oh, by the way, I haven't introduced myself to you yet." Hagrid stretched out his hand and held Harry's whole arm: "I am Rubeus Hagrid, the keykeeper and hunter of Hogwarts.

Field guard."

"Oh, how's the tea?"

He rubbed his hands and said: "If there is tea, don't say no when you meet someone who is better than you. Remember."

Hagrid's eyes fell on the empty stove grate, with only crumpled packaging bags on it.

He snorted and bent down toward the fireplace. No one saw what he did, but when he quickly stepped back, there was already a roaring fire.

"Fire-making spell."

On the radio, Jon added that after all, Joanne couldn't hear the spell from the voice.

A creaking sound came from the radio. It was the sound of Hagrid sitting back on the sofa over there, his heavy body pressing the sofa straight down.

Harry watched as Hagrid began to pull various items from his coat pockets: a copper kettle, a packet of squashed sausages, a poker, a teapot, several large chipped cups, and a bottle of

Amber liquid.

The hut was immediately filled with the aroma and sizzling sound of grilled sausages. When Hagrid took the first batch of six thick, greasy, slightly burnt sausages off the poker, Da

I can't sit still anymore.

Mr. Dursley naturally knew his son, and he shouted sternly: "Dudley, don't touch anything he gives you."

"You idiot son doesn't need to gain any more weight, Dursley, don't worry."

Hagrid smiled contemptuously and handed the sausage to Harry.

Harry was very hungry, but he could not take his eyes away from the giant, and stared at Hagrid while eating.

When he finished eating, no one came to explain to him what happened.

He glanced at the Dursleys behind him. They were hiding behind and didn't want to talk, so he could only ask himself: "I'm sorry, but I really don't know who you are."

"Just call me Hagrid," Hagrid took a sip of tea, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and said, "Everyone calls me that. I just told you that I am the keykeeper of Hogwarts.

——You should know about Hogwarts, right?"

"Well...I don't know."

"have no idea?!"

Hagrid looked shocked and turned his head to glare at the Dursleys, who immediately hid in the dark in fear.

"Oh my God! I know you didn't get those letters, but I never thought you didn't know about Hogwarts, my God! Have you never wondered where your parents learned all that?"

"Everything...what?"

"Everything what?!"

Hagrid stood up, furious, and it seemed that the entire cabin was filled with his huge body, while the Dursleys were so scared that they trembled against the wall.

"Do you mean to tell me," he snarled at the Dursleys, "that this child - this child! - knows - nothing?"

Harry didn't know what was going on, but this was clearly not the time for him to speak.

Mr. Dursley turned pale and muttered something under his breath.

The room was suddenly filled with a tense atmosphere.

On the boat, Jon, who already knew what was going on, no longer wanted to hear any more. He wrote something on a piece of paper for Joanne, then turned and left the cabin.

According to the next development, Hagrid will quarrel with Mr. Dursley, and then show Harry the admission notice. Then the Dursleys break out, and Harry knows his life experience. Hagrid begins to mourn James and Lily, recalling that

A disaster, describing to Harry the origin of the scar on his forehead, and then conjuring a pig tail for Dudley.

These things can be regarded as Joanne's writing material. Later, Jon will help Joanne complete this work through various methods and literary polish. Among other things, he believes in Joanne's writing style - this woman is indeed very good at writing these things.

story.

As far as he was concerned, the matter here was almost settled. After that, it was his own business, and there was no need to involve Joanne.

School starts in one month, and he has to make some other preparations before going back to school.

He seems to have no perfect way to stay out of the world. Voldemort's return must be even more powerful than he was before. The world's inability to recover will benefit all wizards, so he thinks that Voldemort can even break through that barrier and become a

A true legend.

Without Helga, Jon couldn't guess how much impact this incident would have on the entire world. The [repair quota] can be accumulated slowly, but the [destructive trend] often affects the whole body.

Like dominoes, they will get worse if not stopped.

Jon was one of the innocent people involved. Now he doesn't think that the [repair quota] Dumbledore has accumulated over the years can sustain the consumption. This war will last longer than what he read in the books in his previous life.

With Guangda, even if Jon wanted to avoid it, there was nothing he could do.

Helga will definitely be on the side of Hogwarts, and his grandmother's family will definitely be on the side of Dumbledore. Jon can't exist without his family and friends. These relationships are like a mess.

He was tied up like silk threads and couldn't escape. The more Jon tried to escape, the tighter he was tied up. At this time, he could only find a way to save himself.

Isn't his current life completely different from what he imagined at the same time a year ago?

This is a helpless choice.

Jon thought,

He finally chose to change