HP Approaches the Magical World

"Hey, make room, you big fool."

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

No sound can be made because Joanne is recording simultaneously with a small tape recorder.

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

Harry watched as Dudley screamed and ran past him to hide behind his mother, who crouched in terror 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 fluff."

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

Mr. Dursley let out a piercing scream behind Harry, which startled Harry, since it was Aunt Petunia who usually made such decibel noises.

"I want you to leave immediately, sir!" said Mr. Dursley angrily. "You are trespassing!"

"Shut up, Dursley, you big fool."

Hagrid snatched the gun from Dursley across the sofa, pouted it lightly, tied a knot, and threw it into the corner of the room. Pointing a gun at a giant was not a wise thing to do.

"Anyway, Happy Birthday, Harry. I've got something for you here - I may have crushed it in places, but it still tastes the same."

He took out a slightly squashed box from the inner pocket of his coat, and inside the box was a large sticky chocolate cake. In green syrup it says: 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 reached out and took Harry's entire arm: "I'm Rubeus Hagrid, the key keeper and hunter at Hogwarts." field guard."

"Oh, how's the tea?"

He rubbed his hands and said, "If you have tea, don't say you don't have it in front of someone stronger than you, remember."

Hagrid's eyes fell on the empty grate, with nothing but crumpled up packing bags on it.

He snorted and bent over the fireplace, no one saw what he was doing, but when he stepped back, the fire was already burning.

"Fire Curse."

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

Immediately there was a creaking sound from the radio, and it was the sound of Hagrid sitting back on the sofa, the heavy body pressing the sofa down.

Harry watched as Hagrid began to pull out assorted objects from his coat pocket: a copper kettle, a pack of squashed sausages, a poker, a teapot, several chipped mugs and a bottle amber liquid.

The hut was filled with the smell and sizzling of sausages, and as Hagrid took the first six thick, oily, slightly burnt sausages off the poker, Dal I can't sit still.

Mr. Dursley naturally knew his son, and he snapped, "Dudley, don't touch anything he gave you."

"You don't need to put on any more fat, you stupid son, Dursley, don't worry."

Hagrid smiled contemptuously, and handed the sausage to Harry.

Harry was very hungry, but he couldn't take his eyes off the giant, staring at Hagrid as he ate.

wait until it's over,

No one came to explain to him what happened.

He glanced at the Dursleys behind him. They hid behind and didn't want to talk, so he could only ask himself, "Sorry, but I really, still 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 told you just now that I am the key keeper of Hogwarts." — Hogwarts, you should know about it, right?"

"Hmm... I don't know."

"have no idea?!"

Hagrid looked shocked, and turned his head to stare at the Dursleys, who fled into the shadows in fright.

"My God! I know you didn't get those letters, but it never occurred to me that you didn't know about Hogwarts, my God! Didn't it ever occur to you where your parents learned all that?"

"Everything... what?"

"Everything?!"

Hagrid stood up, furious, as if the whole cabin had been filled by his gigantic frame, and the Dursleys were shaking against the wall in terror.

"You mean to tell me," he snarled at the Dursleys, "that the kid — the kid! — doesn't — know anything?"

Harry didn't know what was going on, but it was clearly not his time to talk.

Mr. Dursley's face was pale, and he was muttering something in a low voice.

The room was suddenly filled with tension.

On the boat, Jon, who already knew the follow-up, didn't want to listen anymore. 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 letter, and then the Dursleys broke out, Harry knows his life experience, and Hagrid begins to mourn James and Lily, recalling that a disaster, described to Harry the origin of the scar on his forehead, and conjured a pig's tail for Dudley.

These things are considered Joanne's writing material, and then Jon will help Joanne complete this work through various methods and literary polish, among other things, he believes in Joanne's writing—this lady is really good at writing these things story.

For him, the matter here is almost over, after that, it is his own business, there is no need for Joanne to get involved.

There is still a month to start school, and he has to make some other preparations before going back to school.

It seems that he has no perfect way to stay out of the world. Voldemort's return must be stronger than he was before. True legend.

Without Helga, Jon can't speculate for the time being how much impact this incident will have on the entire world. The [repair quota] can be accumulated slowly, but the [destruction trend] often affects the whole body at a stroke. Like dominoes, if not stopped, it will intensify.

Jon is one of the innocent people involved, and 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 from the book in his previous life And Da Guang, even if Jon wanted to avoid it, there was no way.

Helga will definitely be on Hogwarts' side, and his grandmother's family will definitely be on Dumbledore's side. Jon can't exist without his family and friends. These relationships are like a mess He was tied up like a silk thread and couldn't escape. The more Jon wanted 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 very different from his conception at the same time a year ago?

This is a helpless choice.

Jon thought,

He finally chose to change