[HP] Disappearing Cat Raccoon

After the robes were sold out, Harry and I went to the junk shop to find two second-hand books, and along the way, we found an old edition of "Hogwarts, A History of the School". I promised Harry that I would pay for the old copy myself after I gave him my original copy.

"Let me think about it later, you still have to buy a crucible balance or something. These things are available in the Pattage crucible shop, and there are also newborn kits for sale."

"Wow, packing?"

"Yeah, it's convenient for students to buy. You must know that these days are the busiest time in Diagon Alley."

Harry and I were licking the cones of the Florin's cold drink shop, looking at the crowd with a somewhat worried expression. There are so many people that they now even have to hold hands if they want to walk in Diagon Alley - otherwise they will be washed away if they are not careful.

"Am I going to give you a birthday present or something? God knows I couldn't mention how hard you were in the letter two years ago."

"Didn't you send it?"

Harry finally shoved a mouthful of vanilla ice cream into his mouth, swallowed the cone, and showed a somewhat helpless expression: "Isn't the robe counted?"

"It doesn't count."

I shook my head confidently, I have been a little rich in the past two years, and Harry bought the robe with his own money, how can it be considered a gift from me: "How about an owl, you Will definitely like it."

"owl?"

"Wizards all use owls to deliver letters, but of course sometimes it's different." Thinking of the albatross or golden eagle used to communicate with someone, I immediately added: "You see that Hogwarts allows one to carry one. Pet, mine is Mr. Ronnie, a **** cat, what do you want?"

"No one wants to write to me, Owl..."

"I used to think that too, and no one would write to me."

I also stuffed the strawberry ice cream in my hand into my mouth, feeling the sweetness brought by the big strawberry granules, and narrowed my eyes very comfortably: "Later I had someone who would definitely write me a letter, at this time I just thought having an owl would be a good choice."

"Who?"

"You'll know it when you get to school, there's always some suspense, right?"

But in the end my plan was aborted, we met Hagrid at the door of the Ella Owl shop, and Hagrid took my present and gave Harry a snowy owl.

"What a pretty girl."

I sighed, still a little unwilling in my heart: "Hagrid, what should I do if you do this? I also want to give Harry a birthday present."

"Dear Irina, you can always give Harry a gift at school, can't you? And this year, you are in third grade, and you can go to Horsmod."

Well, it's time to bring Harry a butterbeer.

"Hosmode? What's that place?"

"A pure wizarding village next to Hogwarts."

Hagrid smiled, looking like he was in a very good mood: "I've finished everything too. The ticket is at the end of the letter. Can Irina send Harry home?"

"Will he not go to the Dursleys for the next month? Don't frown Hagrid, let him and I spend the night at the Leaky Cauldron today, we've known everything for the past two years."

I snorted very hard. Since I started sending letters the year before last, everyone almost knew what happened to the Dursleys. Behind the shock and dissatisfaction, there is still an attitude of throwing the mouse away, and even Headmaster Dumbledore has a little regret. It used to be that Harry couldn't go to Hogwarts, but now he has finally reached the age. It is enough to spend a month at his aunt's house every year.

Harry opened his mouth slightly in surprise, and followed me to Ollivander's wand shop before he understood: "What if it's not a special circumstance?"

"The special case is... when your parents, my aunt and uncle loved you, and finally died for protecting you, your mother left an ancient protective spell on you. This protective spell can only be It only works if people who are related by blood live, so you have to live at your aunt's house for a month every year."

I snorted, and at the same time slowed down a little, and my tone became calm: "And you should have discovered that the world of wizards and the world of ordinary people do not overlap."

"Yes."

"How can we help you? Pass the laws of ordinary people? Then how can you live at your aunt's house for a whole month? We have used all the means to make you feel better, my letter, Professor Dumbledore through some relationships. Give your uncle a treat at work, and you'll be better off if they're in a better mood."

"so…"

"By the way, Mrs. Figg is a wizard without magic power. Her previous dereliction of duty has been said, and the very kind Mr. Figg after that is the headmaster. He should be pretty good, right?"

"Very good. He is very good at telling historical stories and teaching me a little math."

Harry lowered his head, but soon showed a smile again: "But I'm at Hogwarts now, don't I still have you?"

"Yeah, by the way, I live in the Leaky Cauldron. You can come to me with a suitcase if you stay at your aunt's house for a month during the summer vacation."

I grimaced and pushed open Ollivander's door, and sighed at the old man who was talking about it, "Mr. Ollivander."

"Oh yes, Miss Irina Evans, and, Mr. Harry Potter, congratulations on your family meeting."

The old man smiled slightly, and extended his hand to me first: "Let me see your wand."

I handed over my wand, and Ollivander checked it and nodded with satisfaction: "It looks like you take care of him regularly."

"Yes, the wand maintenance kit will also be given to me this time. Buy it together."

"Okay, then, Mr. Harry Potter."

I've always felt that Ollivander saw Harry with a sense of excitement that he doesn't have when talking to other people, I watched him measure Harry's arm, then confirmed his dominant hand, and then looked at Look, just pulled out a wand.

"Picky master, picky wand. Speaking of which, Miss Irina, your wand seems to have changed a bit recently?"

I turned my head a little guilty, but at the moment when I turned my head, something was revealed, and I heard Ollivander's scream.

"My God, my God, I read that right, you really did it????"

Ollivander looked at me horrified, and I tucked my wand into the wand holster around my waist, speaking even more quietly: "Mr. Ollivander, you should know that hornbeams are hard to find here. "

"Then you can't use the opportunity of maintenance to buckle the foam on the wand!"

"I'm very careful! I'm not using those scraps to sell or do anything else, they're just researching potions!"

"He's happy with my wand darling? What kind of ecstasy has he been fed by you!"

"I love him and he loves me too, why can't I use it?"

Listening to his cousin's sturdy behavior, Harry looked at the warm grip in his hand, as if responding to his own wand, secretly rubbing his fingers against its body. The texture of the wood is not delicate but not so rough. The original and natural feeling made him feel a little warm. The tip of the holly wand flickered slightly, then fell silent again, watching Harry snicker, and handing the wand to Ollivander.

"Seven Galleons, plus a maintenance kit..."

"Will you get me a maintenance kit, too, Mr. Ollivander?"

"What? Holly doesn't shed crumbs."

"…"

I twitched the corners of my mouth and handed Ollivander fourteen Galleons, ignoring the wandmaker who looked at me as if he was looking at a demon, and pulled Harry straight out of Diagon Alley. .

There were a lot fewer people in the Leaky Cauldron at this time. John pouted when he saw Harry, with a particularly disgusting feeling: "Oh, Irina's cousin."

"It's overdone."

I reminded him and sighed after seeing Harry still giggle: "Give him a room."

"Count your money?"

"No, no, I'll pay for it myself."

Harry handed Galleon up with a cheerful tone, and John and I helped bring his belongings back to the room and went out to see Headmaster Dumbledore drinking butterbeer in the bar.

"It's okay John, I'll take a look and talk to Irina by the way."

The headmaster made me feel like I was treating me like a peer rather than a student - honestly I think it's a bit of a virtue, even if I add my age after that, I'm twenty-one, and he's still so old I am an elder...

I'm not mistaken, I am twenty-one years old.

"Irina, I know your plan, and I didn't blame you."

Maybe it's because the principal knows my inner core is twenty-one, so he is more at ease with my actions: "He follows you very well. It doesn't matter if you stay here for the rest of the summer vacation. I will send a letter to the Dursleys."

"Don't worry, principal, he is my only relative."

I nodded calmly and took the envelope he gave me: "This is this year's scholarship? I was wondering why it wasn't given to me at the end of the semester."

"Scholarships, I don't think you don't need them, don't you? Miss Irina, who has cooperated with Obstherus Publishing House and decided to publish study material notes and exercise collections?"

Headmaster Dumbledore winked at me, looking particularly naughty: "Should we include your exercises in the student's must-have supplies next year? And the "Ordinary Wizarding Ranking Tests Over the Years" that you are sorting out recently. A Collection of True Questions, Professor Sprout told me, and we'd all be happy to do something for you."

"I feel that with the connivance of the professors, my ultimate goal will soon be reached."

I twitched the corners of my mouth and saw Headmaster Dumbledore laugh out loud.

Very well, under the leadership of Professor Hogwarts, I, Irina Evans, will become the second generation uknowwho, the darkest shadow in the hearts of students-

Four more years...probably =w=

The author has something to say:

It's not impossible to use legal means to get Harry to move out, but what about blood protection from the aunt's side? Move out and live for a month every year? impossible【.

Therefore, it is within the power of Harry to live a little more comfortable, so the current Harry is different from the original... quite a lot.

I may drop a double update today... Suddenly I have a feeling that I am not doing my job properly... This is definitely an illusion [guilty heart]