The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

Harry lifted the birdcage from the table to the floor, leaving a clear space. He sat down in the chair in front of the table and fell into thinking.

Harry knew that his scar had some magical abilities and had an inexplicable connection with Voldemort. Whenever Voldemort appeared next to him, his scar would detect him as keenly as a detector, and then give him Call the police.

The signal to call the police is a stinging pain.

That's why Harry was so uneasy.

Harry sat at the table and listened quietly to the sounds outside. If Voldemort was by his side, would he have already arrived at Privet Drive? Could he be standing on a corner of the street watching her? Harry was a little upset. This unknown and confusion made him irritable. For a moment, he felt that Voldemort was standing behind him, grinning at him.

But he pinched his wand and turned around suddenly. Behind him was only the bed that still looked very messy. There was some noise outside the window, but it was just someone's dog barking at night in the distance.

As for the Dursley family, they are all immersed in sleep at this time!

Harry was a little jealous of them, they were silly, naive, and completely free of worries - those intrigues between Muggles were not worries.

Harry sighed, even though the scar hurt, he didn't know what to do, he didn't even know who to ask for help! The Dursleys? Come on, Muggles know nothing about magic. Even if they are willing to help - the probability is lower than winning the lottery - they can only send themselves to the hospital and make an appointment with a private doctor.

His eyes fell on an open book, which was a gift from his good friend Ron, called "Flying with the Cannons". On the open pages of the book, young men wearing orange-red team uniforms were throwing quaffles to each other. Ron is a die-hard fan of this team. Even though this team has been in decline for nearly a hundred years, he has always supported it.

This book reminded Harry of his best friend Ron Weasley. What would he say if he wrote to him? Ron Weasley's voice seemed to appear in his mind: Does your scar hurt? But now the mysterious man... um... I mean... I don't know, is he going to harm you? Could this be the case? I don’t know either, let me ask dad, but don’t be too sad, maybe the curse scar will have some side effects, after all, it is the scar left by the mysterious man’s killing curse.

Ron's freckled face seemed to appear in front of Harry. Ron's father, Mr. Weasley, worked in the Ministry of Magic, but Harry felt that he could not provide much help in such a matter, and might even cause the Weasley family to panic.

Ron's twin brothers will definitely find out about this, and that would be troublesome! If it turns out that the scar has nothing to do with Voldemort, Harry feels that he will definitely become a source of happiness for both of them.

Another reason Harry didn't want to discuss the scar with Ron was that he was about to go live with the Weasleys for a while. The Weasleys were Harry's favorite family in the world. Being able to live with them would be the happiest thing for him. He was not willing to ruin this beautiful life because of a stupid scar. Think about it, when he was staying at the Weasley house, everyone nervously asked him about his scars. How disappointing it was!

Who else could I write to to tell my story? The first name that came to his mind was Professor Dumbledore. In fact, if it weren't for the book "Flying with the Cannons", Dumbledore should be the first person he thought of asking for help.

But Harry had no idea where Dumbledore went during the holidays. Harry imagined Dumbledore wearing a pointed wizard hat, gray robes, and holding a cane, trekking through the Alps. Of course, it didn't matter whether he knew Dumbledore's location or not. Harry believed that his owl Hedwig would be able to find him.

But how should I write this letter?

[Dear Professor Dumbledore, I'm sorry to bother you, but my scar is hurting this morning]

These things just appeared in Harry's mind and were erased by him.

Harry scratched his head, his hair was a little messy again. His hair has always been so unruly, maybe only magic shampoo can save Harry's hair. But looking at his father's photo, Harry felt that magic couldn't solve the problem with his hair.

Harry knew that what he really needed was someone who could take the place of his parents, an adult wizard, a wizard who could ask stupid questions himself...

There was an excellent choice, but Sirius had warned himself before the holiday not to write to him.

Who else?

A handsome face appeared in his mind.

Tom Yoder!

Why not ask Tom Yoder?

Although he was the same age as himself, Harry had a vague feeling that this man was far beyond him in magical attainments and that he might have some unique insights.

Harry immediately took a piece of parchment, dipped his quill in ink, leaned over the desk and started writing quickly.

What is this amazing Mr. Tom Yoder doing at this time?

He didn't sleep either, but lay in front of his desk drawing sketches. The patterns he drew are extremely complex and dazzling. People who don't understand alchemy may even feel dizzy at first glance.

This is an alchemical magic weapon that Tom plans to refine recently. He felt that if this thing was built, it would be at least a four-star level, and could even reach a five-star level.

Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet, as a participant in Dumbledore's plan, he knew that the Dark Lord Tom Riddle would make a comeback this year. Tom believed in Dumbledore, but he still wanted to give himself some trump cards.

It would be unwise to compete head-on with Voldemort on the level of magic, so he could use appropriate tricks - the ability to use tools is the biggest difference between humans and monkeys. The biggest difference between alchemists and ordinary wizards is their ability to use magic props.

For Voldemort, Tom spent all the two hundred galleons he earned from Delis to buy magic silver and other alchemical materials.

After he started making large magic props, Tom realized that alchemy was really expensive! His two hundred galleons disappeared like water, which made him a little regretful that he could not negotiate the deal with the Ministry of Magic. That stupid woman is so greedy! For ten galleons and a pair of anti-curse gloves, I can only earn some hard-earned money, but no profit at all.

Tom also went to Mr. Ollivander and shamelessly asked him for his magic silver staff. His original plan was to melt the staff and create other magic items. However, he recently had a new idea.

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Charlie Artillery Team, please see the appendix for a brief introduction

The Chudley Cannons are a British Quidditch team that belongs to the British and Irish Quidditch League. Their jerseys are bright orange and feature the team's crest: two black letter "Cs" and a speeding cannonball. The Cannons have won the League Cup 21 times, but the last time was in 1892. In the eyes of many, the glory days of the Chudli Artillery were over.

The slogan of the Chudli Artillery used to be "We shall conquer all". Starting in 1972, they changed their slogan to "Let us all cross our fingers and look forward to the most glorious moment."

This is Ron's favorite team.