"Hey, get out of my way, you lubber."
Hagrid's muffled voice came over the radio, and Jon began to laugh silently.
He couldn't make a sound, for Joanne was recording with a small tape recorder.
There was a strange shriek from the radio, Dudley's cry of terror.
Harry watched as Dudley screamed and ran past him to hide behind his mother, who crouched behind his father's back in fear.
He had never seen them so useless before.
"This must be Harry," Hagrid said.
"The last time I saw you, you were just a kid," he said, bowing his head.
Harry certainly had a lot of questions to ask, but Hagrid did not give him a chance to speak. "You look like your father, and your eyes are like your mother's. Oh, you are so beautiful, but too thin," Hagrid said, recalling to himself.
Mr. Dursley let out a shrill shriek behind Harry, which made Harry jump. After all, it was Aunt Petunia who made that kind of noise.
"I want you out of here at once, sir!" Mr. Dursley said angrily. "You're trespassing!"
"Shut up, Dursley, you big fool."
Hagrid snatched the gun from Dursley's hand across the sofa, twisted it into a knot, and threw it into the corner of the room. It was not wise to point a gun at a giant.
"Anyway, Harry, have a nice birthday. I've got something for you — I may have crushed it in places, but it smells the same. "
He pulled a slightly squashed box from the inside of his coat. Inside the box was a gooey chocolate cake. Written on it in green syrup were the words: Happy Birthday to Harry.
Harry looked up at the giant and blurted out, "Who are you?"
"Oh, yes, I haven't introduced myself to you yet." Hagrid reached out and took Harry's whole arm. "I'm Rupert Hagrid, keeper of the keys and gamekeeper of the Hogwarts."
"Well, how's the tea?"
He rubbed his hands together. "If there's any tea, don't say it's not there in front of someone stronger than you. Remember."
Hagrid's gaze landed on the empty grate. There was only a crumpled bag on top of it.
He snorted, and stooped over the hearth. No one saw what he did, but when he came back again, the fire was blazing.
"Fire Incantation."
On the other side of the radio, Jon added. After all, Joanne couldn't hear the curse in his voice.
A squeaking sound came from the radio. It was the sound of Hagrid sitting back on the sofa, his heavy body causing the sofa to collapse.
Harry watched as Hagrid began to pull various objects from his coat pocket: a copper kettle, a packet of crushed sausages, a poker, a teapot, several large chipped cups, and a bottle of amber liquid.
The smell and sizzling of sausages filled the cottage. When Hagrid removed the first batch of six thick, greasy, slightly charred sausages from the poker, Dudley could not sit still.
Mr. Dursley knew his son well. He snapped, "Don't touch anything he gives you, Dudley."
"Don't worry, Dursley, your silly son doesn't need to get any fatter."
Hagrid smiled contemptuously and handed the sausages to Harry.
Harry was starving, but he couldn't take his eyes off the giant. He stared at Hagrid as he ate.
When he was done, no one explained to him what had happened.
He glanced at the Dursleys behind him. They didn't want to talk, so he asked himself, "I'm sorry, but I really, really don't know who you are."
"Just call me Hagrid," Hagrid said, taking a big gulp of tea and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "That's what everyone calls me. I just told you, I'm the keeper of the keys to the Hogwarts. You know the hogwarts, don't you?"
"Well... I don't know."
"You don't know?!"
Hagrid looked shocked. He turned to glare at the Dursleys, who immediately hid in the shadows.
"Good heavens! I know you didn't get those letters, but I never thought you didn't know the Hogwarts. Good heavens! Haven't you ever thought about where your parents learned everything? "
"Everything... what?"
"Everything what?!"
Hagrid stood up. He was so angry that his huge body seemed to have filled up the entire room. The Dursleys were so scared that they leaned against the wall and shivered.
"You mean to tell me," he growled at the Dursleys, "that child — that child! Don't you know anything? "
Harry didn't know what was going on, but it was clear that this was not the time for him to speak.
Mr. Dursley's face was white as a sheet. He was muttering something in a low voice.
The room was suddenly filled with tension.
On the ship, Jon, who already knew what was going to happen, didn't want to hear any more. He wrote something on a piece of paper for Joanne and turned to leave the cabin.
According to what was going to happen, Hagrid would quarrel with Mr. Dursley, show Harry the acceptance letter, and then the Dursleys would explode. Harry would know about his past, and Hagrid would mourn James and Lily, recall the disaster, describe the origin of the scar on his forehead to Harry, and then conjure up a pig's tail for Dudley.
These things would be Joanne's writing material, and then Jon would help Joanne with various ways and literary embellishments. He believed in Joanne's writing — she was really good at writing these stories.
For him, this was the end of it. After that, it was his own business. There was no need to involve Joanne.
There was still a month before school started, and he had to make some other preparations before returning to school.
He didn't seem to have a perfect way to stay out of this. Voldemort's return would definitely be stronger than he was before. The recovery of the world's environment would benefit all the Wizard, so he believed that Voldemort could use this opportunity to break through the barrier and become a true Legend.
Without Helga, Chown couldn't predict how big of an impact this incident would have on the world. [Repair Quota] could be accumulated slowly, but [Destructive Trend] was like a domino effect. If it wasn't stopped, it would become more and more intense.
Jon was an innocent party involved in this. He didn't think that the [Repair Quota] accumulated by Dumbledore over the years could sustain the consumption. This war was much more long-lasting and extensive than what he read in the books in his previous life. Even if Jon wanted to avoid it, he couldn't.
Helga would definitely stand on the side of the Hogwarts, and his grandmother's family would definitely stand on Dumbledore's side. Jon couldn't live without his family and friends. These relationships were like messy threads that tied him up. The more Jon wanted to escape, the tighter he was tied up. At this point, he could only think of a way to save himself.
How was his life now not very different from the life he had conceived a year ago at the same time?
This was a helpless choice.
Jon thought.
He chose to change after all.
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