Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

It's been two weeks since the holidays started.

Harry returned to the Dursleys' life still unchanged.

No matter how many things happened in the magical world, his experience in that castle was so thrilling. After returning to his "home" on Privet Drive, it was as if he had entered another world.

Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon didn't care about his experiences, and they didn't even allow Harry to pull out the "little stick" in front of them.

They all knew that Harry could not use magic outside of school, so although the previous incident with his Aunt Maggie left Vernon with a fear, he still had enough restrictions on Harry.

At this time, Harry, in order to avoid the scolding of his aunt and uncle, was lying on the grass in the garden, pretending that he was no longer home.

In fact, lying like this was not comfortable at all, and it was certainly no better than the sofa in the living room, but as long as there was no harsh shouting, Harry was willing to lie directly on the mud.

In the house, Uncle Vernon was watching the news on TV very loudly. He vaguely heard something about the Spanish baggage workers who were not satisfied with the current welfare strike, and Uncle Vernon's unique shout.

"If it were me, I would give them the right to enjoy a nap for life!" he yelled viciously, which was obviously not because he was really thinking about these baggage workers.

Harry's attention was certainly not on Vernon.

He was looking up at the sky, biting a piece of grass, thinking about what happened in Hogwarts.

Now everyone in the wizarding world knew that Voldemort was back, but it had been two weeks since that incident, and now there was no movement from him.

But it's normal for there to be no movement.

It is said that Professor Forrester injured him very seriously. He is most likely to be carefully tending the wound somewhere.

Harry's mind had already seen the scene of the noseless man waving his wand angrily, using the Cruciatus Curse, venting his anger on his men.

At the same time, Harry still had some lingering fears in his heart.

If Sherlock had not replaced his identity at that time, the last person to be taken away would be his true self.

He couldn't even imagine how capable he would be of resisting Voldemort if he really faced him.

Everyone knew that there was a prophecy that he was the only one who could defeat Voldemort, but Harry never felt any different about himself.

The reason why he was able to survive Voldemort's death curse when he was a child, and whether he cared about him at all, was all because of his mother's life.

Every time Harry experienced people praising his scars, he would subconsciously feel sad.

Those people thought this was his glory and a testimony of victory.

Only he understood that this was actually his mother's death certificate.

He chewed the grass root in his mouth, and swallowed the bitter juice together with his saliva, just like his mood at the moment.

As if he felt something, an illusory figure suddenly appeared next to him. Harry tilted his head and looked over. Lily in her soul state looked at him quietly with a gentle smile on her face.

"It's still daytime, Mum, Professor Forrester said it's best for you to come out at night." Harry said worriedly.

Lily just knelt down next to Harry and gently stroked Harry's black hair with her hands that would never touch anything.

"It won't be a big problem if there's shade to block the sun," she said softly. "I can sense that you're in a bad mood, Harry."

Harry blinked and hid it.

"No, I was just thinking about random things."

"Is it because that person is back?"

Harry was silent. Lily was his biological mother. Few mothers could not guess what their son was thinking.

"You will be fifteen years old in a few days. It's a little early to call yourself an adult, but you can also be called a big child. It's normal to have your own worries, but when you encounter problems that you can't figure out,

Don't hide it, you can ask some people who are older and more knowledgeable than you. This is how people grow, and no one will have no worries at all. "

Lily's voice was very soft, and under the cover of Uncle Vernon's loud TV, only Harry beside her could hear it.

Harry no longer concealed his thoughts and said in a low voice.

"I was actually thinking, if Voldemort wants to get me, what if someone dies because of me?"

"If I was the one who lifted the trophy with Cedric that day, then not only would I not be able to save my own life, but Cedric would definitely die somewhere..." At this time * Zhang Si

"The same goes for you and dad. If it weren't for me...you wouldn't have died..."

Lily's eyes became distressed as she looked at Harry.

Harry is indeed no longer a child. He thinks about many things, but the more he thinks about it, the more he blames himself.

All the misfortunes he encountered came from that prophecy, and the source of the prophecy was him.

"No one would think that of you Harry." Lily's voice became serious, "Whether it's me or James, we never feel that we are dying for someone."

"We are fighting against evil, in order to defeat that person. This is a belief that all of us voluntarily and uphold. Not only us, Sirius, Lupin, Dumbledore, the Weasley family, and you now Professor Forrest, they are all working hard and paying for this belief."

"Just like now, you will inherit the legacy of me and your father and fight against evil, right? So don't think of yourself as so important. No one is indispensable, and don't attribute unreasonable mistakes to On myself.”

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"After all, you have tried your best to do it. No one will scold you anymore, and you will have a clear conscience."

Harry spat out the straw in his mouth. He was not a self-pitying person. He was only in a bad mood occasionally. When Lily said this, he cheered up a lot. Zhi Da Zhi Xiao

"You're right, Mom. Whatever I do here won't change the result. I have to work hard even during the summer vacation. Professor Forrest and Professor Silk live very close to me. I have time. You should go to them and ask for advice!”

He stood up from the grass, looking like he was planning to go to Sherlock now to discuss magic learning. However, he stopped before he even walked out of Privet Drive.

Dudley, who was out fooling around with friends, happened to be back at this time.

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