“In
the
summertime,
when
the
weather
is
high,
You
can
chase
right
up
and
touch
the
sky，
When
the
weather\'s
fine,
You
got
women,
you
got
women
on
your
Mind... "
In the garden in front of No. 4 Privet Drive in Little Huijin, a boy in a T-shirt and shorts was humming a cheerful song while watering the flowers.
His messy hair was wet with sweat.
It softened the stubborn tufts of hair that always stuck to the top of his head. Through the window, Aunt Penny was watching him while cracking eggs. Dudley, who was the same age as him but twice his size, was watching a TV show in the living room with a fan blowing on his face. When Harry stopped to fill the watering can with water, he glanced into the house and saw that Uncle Fenon and Dudley were not paying attention to the outside.
He walked to the window and said to Aunt Penny, "Aunt, I may be going to study in the United States in the second half of the year."
The egg in Penny's hand fell into the bowl.
The eggshell was mixed with the yolk and white.
The sharp-tongued woman raised her eyebrows. "I thought your school for learning tricks was in England."
Harry smiled. "Hogwarts are in England.
But there are magic schools in France, Germany, and the United States. "
Penny glared at Harry in disgust, as if she did not want to hear him mention "Hogwarts" or "magic". After a long while, she said, "Don't expect us to pay your tuition."
Harry touched his nose and did not mention that he had a small treasury.
Instead, he slowly said the words that had been in his mind for a long time, "Aunt, there's something.
I've been thinking about it for a few days.
I think it's better to tell you.
I want to move out from tomorrow onwards … "
"What?!" Aunt Penny almost broke another egg. Fortunately, Harry caught it with a levitation spell and motioned for her to calm down. "I have a very good friend. I'll probably be able to live in his house until I'm 17. His family is very nice..."
Aunt Penny did not scream, but she interrupted Harry's explanation with an unpleasant expression. "I won't allow it! Your mother... Lily used a spell to protect you... "
Harry gently watched Aunt Petunia swallow her words. Sure enough, she knew about the protection of blood. Seeing that Petunia was only murmuring something like "no", "no", "no", "no", "no" and so on, Harry reached his hand through the security fence and opened his palm. A gold coin lay quietly in his palm.
"It's all right, auntie. You keep this gold coin. If my life is really in danger, it will warn you. You can go to that Mrs. Figg. Yes, she's also a wizard, but she doesn't have any magic power. If something happens to me, she'll know. "
Penny took the gold coin with trembling hands. She did not know what to say. She wanted to scold Harry, but the boy's calm attitude made her unable to curse him. In the end, she only asked the most straightforward question. "Why?"
Harry tilted his head and looked at the clear sky. The haze two months ago did not seem to have left any traces, but the painful scars and the gloom in his heart always reminded him that the prophecy of the end of the world was not fake. However, he could not tell Aunt Penny these things. Harry could only say, "Aunt, you know how my parents died, right?" Seeing that Penny's face suddenly turned ugly, Harry paused and continued, "The person who killed my parents is not dead yet. He will continue to hunt me down, so Dumbledore arranged for me to study in the United States. When everything is settled, he will let me come back. If I continue to live here, you, Uncle, and Dudley will probably be targeted. "
Bringing up Uncle Fenon and Dudley was already a good reason for Penny. She hesitated for a moment and asked, "What about you? I mean, what about your protection? "
Harry smiled and comforted her. "There are a lot of people protecting me, Aunt."
What he did not say was that he had already cast a lot of protection spells on No. 4 Privet Drive. If there were no accidents, no wizard with evil intentions would be able to find the Dursley family.
Without giving Penny time to ask more questions, Harry put down the kettle while Penny was in a state of panic and confusion. He then pulled out his packed luggage from the rose bushes and walked out of the garden. When he walked to New Moon Street, he disappeared like a Phantom.
Harry had always wanted to leave the Dursley family. Although he did not have a close relationship with his aunt's family, Harry did not want to repeat the scene of the Dementors attacking Dudley, nor did he want them to leave their home because of him. However, his destination was not the Burrow. What he needed now was a quiet, remote place where he could study some problems in peace. So …
"Professor Snape, happy summer vacation!" Harry and his suitcase happily smashed onto Snape's door and were then bounced away by the expulsion spell.
Snape opened the door with a gloomy face and shouted at the man who was lying on the ground rubbing his nose, "Potter! We don't have summer cram school here, and we don't take in homeless children! "
"Then …" Harry stood up with the suitcase in his hand, feeling wronged. "Then are you still hiring summer workers? The kind that eats little and knows how to do housework? "
"… Go and clean my boots."
Hurrah! Harry immediately pulled his suitcase through the door of No. 17 Spider Tail Alley and went straight to "his room" on the second floor. It was exactly the same as the last time he stayed here. There was not even much dust, as if someone had prepared in advance.
Snape did have a premonition about Harry's visit. Since the kid came to the Hogwarts, his nine-month salary job had become a full-time overtime job. But when he learned that Harry was going to move out of the Dursley family, he was still shocked. Was he going to rely on him?
Harry was still smiling. "Don't be like this, Professor. I promise I won't freeload!"
You are a f * cking idiot! Snape scolded Harry. Seeing that the brat was not remorseful, he turned to the old headmaster and vented his anger. But the old headmaster was even more unreliable. "Huh? Harry moved to your house? Oh, that's good. You are going to be together for a year. It's good to cultivate your relationship in advance! I think you have a bad temper. It's good to raise a child to temper your temper... "
Snape hung up the phone directly (extinguishing the fire) and turned to look at the kid who was busy in the kitchen. Thinking that he might have to face him for the next few years, he suddenly felt that his life was not a one-way road. It was like walking into an abstract painting by Picasso.
But a few days later, Snape found that Harry did not come to Spidertail Alley to eat snacks and read comics. Other than helping with the housework and sometimes being an assistant in the laboratory, Harry did not appear in front of Snape. Instead, he stayed in his room and read books. This made Snape feel both gratified and puzzled because Harry did not get sublimation from reading as he expected. Instead, he read books every day until his face turned pale and his body became skinny.
Snape hesitated for a few seconds before sneaking into Harry's bedroom when he went out to buy groceries. He wanted to see what the kid was reading recently. As far as Snape knew, there was only one kind of book that could make a boy in puberty read like this...
When he opened the door, Snape was shocked by the pile of books in front of him. From the bedside to the floor, from the bookshelf to the desk, it looked like a messy hill. Snape had to carefully step over the several obstacles between the door and the windowsill before he walked to the desk. He picked up the book that Harry had spread out on the desk and looked at the cover: "Being and Nothingness."
Then he looked at the other books: "Thus Spoke Zarathustra," "The Science of Happiness," "Introduction to the Metaphysics of the Future." These were understandable. Then he looked at the books next: "The Satanic Verses," "Intestines," "The Hell of the Medulla." Even if Snape did not think that Potter could grow up to be a normal child, it would be too much to ask him to stay in his room and read these books all day long. But for a director of Slytherin — a Slytherin known for his gloominess and eccentricity — to persuade Harry to have a healthier mentality, would it not be too difficult?
Before Snape could come up with a reasonable solution, Harry had recently been humming Robert Smith. The Potions Professor pondered for a moment and felt that if Harry started to use foundation, eyeshadow, bright red lipstick, and a spider perm, he might be sent to Azkaban for murdering the Savior. This had never happened when he was a Death Eater. So he gritted his teeth and wrote a letter to the only literature professor in Hogwarts: "Mrs. Lovegood, if your time is not occupied by pacifiers and diapers, perhaps you can spare a few minutes to care about Potter's book list? Otherwise, I cannot guarantee the Savior's survival. "
He did not know how Kamia would react after reading the letter, but three days later, Potter received a screaming letter. The sender was so agitated and sharp that Snape could not help but wonder if she was on her period. But the letter did have a wake-up call. That afternoon, Harry sat in the living room and slowly poured himself a large pot of tea. His whole person (including the dark circles under his eyes) exuded a sense of calmness.
Snape threw the cut daffodil root into the pot and stir-fried it into a dish. Then he sneered. "Is this the fruit of your cultivation?"
Harry was as light as a feather. "No, Professor Kamia sent me a box of nicotine patches."
"..."
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