The Existence of Harry Potter

It's all Guazi's fault, I overslept →_→

So, we will have two shifts tomorrow to apologize＠(￣－￣)＠!

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The journey is a bit long, at least for these kids.

Using Floo powder, it only takes an instant to reach Hogwarts, and a spoonful of Floo powder is only two siko, and there is no age limit. Compared to flying brooms, apparitions, and knight buses, this should be the most ideal way to travel.

However, with so many students using Floo powder to go to Hogwarts through the fireplace on the same day, it would be a nightmare.

For the Hogwarts Express, it was subject to several magical restrictions before it was approved for school use by the Ministry of Magic. Many pure-blood families have been incensed by the idea, claiming that using Muggle transport for their children is unsafe, unhygienic and demeaning to their children.

However, when the Ministry of Magic ordered the students to either take the train or not go to school, the opposition was quickly silenced.

So, a **** is hypocritical, isn't it?

During the journey, there was an episode, the little fat man who was in the same carriage as Asker, Neville Longbottom, his pet, a toad, escaped.

Neville went to find his pet, Hermione went to help, Asker was lying there taking a nap, and Hermione didn't expect him to help.

The Hogwarts Express is the same as always, and the headmaster of the distant castle, Whitebeard, is the same as always.

As one of the three major schools of magic in Europe, Hogwarts has a history that can be traced back to a thousand years ago. There are countless celebrities. Merlin, who is talked about all day long, is a student of Slytherin. If compared with Muggle schools, Hogwarts should be equivalent to a prestigious school like Eton College.

Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, the greatest wizard of the twentieth century... There are too many stories about him, so I won't leave them here.

Today is the start of school. Dumbledore got up an hour earlier than usual. After cleaning, he sat in front of the desk and started to make a final confirmation on the freshman roster.

Habitually, Dumbledore flipped the page, and a photo of a boy jumped out of the page.

Black hair, tousled, very much like his father, with emerald eyes, every time Dumbledore sees these eyes, Dumbledore can't help but think of the mother who may have changed the course of history, an amazing mother 's mother.

"Good morning, Harry."

Dumbledore said softly, this is something he has often done recently, greeting a photo is a bit funny, isn't it?

Maybe it's a little irresponsible to say that, the reason Dumbledore opened this rookie roster was just to take a look at Harry Potter, that's all.

Sometimes, living too long is not a good thing. The accumulation of too many memories forces you to forget some less important ones, and only save the most important ones.

Even the greatest wizard, even if he is Dumbledore, is the same.

After all these years, if there is anything that Dumbledore will never forget until he dies, maybe there are only a few names, two women's and three men's.

Fox flew in, landed on the table, tilted his head and looked at the roster of freshmen on the table. It turned the pages of the book with its beak at a high speed, until it stopped at a certain page, and turned its head to look at its master.

In the photo of the book page, Asker stared at Dumbledore impatiently, as if he was very unhappy about being disturbed.

The smile on Dumbledore's face slowly disappeared, and he stared at this face with a complicated expression. After a long time, he turned his head and said to Fox: "Who... is he?"

Fox flapped his wings and swiped his claws over the name at the bottom of the page, where Asker's name was.

"Ask... No, he's not Ask..."

Dumbledore shook his head quickly, Fox blinked, turned his head, and looked out the window.

After all, it is his own bird (it always feels weird). Dumbledore noticed Fox's abnormality, and after a little thought, he probably knew what Fox meant.

"You should keep an eye on him, Fox, is that what you mean?"

Fox patted his wings noncommittally, jumped to the side of the bird's nest, lay there and started to sleep soundly.

Dumbledore sighed helplessly. Although he is the master of Fox, this does not mean that he has absolute control over Fox. There are some things that Fox does not say, and Dumbledore can't do anything about it.

But, pay more attention to this boy?

"Don't you know Fox? I started following him very early..."

Taking off his glasses and wiping them, Dumbledore suddenly felt that he needed to use the Pensieve again, and he felt that his memory was a little fuzzy.

It was still a long time before freshmen entered, Dumbledore grabbed his wand and walked to the Pensieve in the corner...

Asker had a nightmare, or he continued the previous nightmare.

The endless ice and snow, nothing but white, this is Asker's dream world. Here, time and direction seem to be completely absent, and the only thing that seems to exist is the eternal cold.

As a person who lives in winter all the year round, Asker's resistance to cold is not as good as the average person, which is an unusual thing in itself. Of course, if you contact this dream that Asker often has, everything seems to be normal again.

If in reality, what Asker needs to face is the coldness of his body and he will be fine with a few more clothes, then in this nightmare that he does not know when it will end, what awaits him is the coldness of his soul .

That coldness has been carved into Asker's bones. In the real world, all it takes is a little chill and he feels like he's fallen back into that nightmare.

Every once in a while, this nightmare will break out, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com will never give up unless Asker is tossing half to death.

This is a disease that St. Mungo's Hospital can't cure, and it may accompany him throughout his life until he is brought into the grave.

Ask, who woke up from a nightmare, was sweating profusely, but he was shivering from the cold. He grabbed the jug in his hand and poured it into his mouth without hesitation. He was in such a hurry that he spilled more wine on his clothes than he drank.

Spicy liquor and extremely high-purity alcohol can be used directly as fuel. God knows where Old Tom got such strong vodka, isn't he afraid of burning his head?

After taking a few sips, Asker was burned with tears, and he was in a state of embarrassment. His throat was on fire, and his face was as red as if he could drip blood.

Asker still underestimated the strength of this wine, so he needs to pay a little price for it.

However, Merlin's blessing, Asker's body has warmed up again, which should be regarded as good news.

"This damn..."

Asker supported his head with his hands. The vodka's alcoholic strength was not justified. He already had a tendency to float, his head was dizzy, and his limbs were out of control, which was the so-called drunkenness.

If Asker knew that this pot of vodka once brought down a dragon, maybe he would be more comfortable.

"I'm so sleepy... I'll sleep for a while..."

Asker yawned, his hands softened, his head tilted, and he fell asleep on the table.

At about the same time, the door of the carriage was pushed open, and Hermione and Neville returned.