Hogwarts Melon Eater

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Harry was very satisfied with the room. After all, he had lived in a closet, and there are not many living environments worse than a closet densely covered with spiders.

He threw himself on the soft bed with peace of mind. Although the bed made a loud noise, it was ten times better than the slanted broken bed at Dursley’s.

“Good night, Mr. Lupin, I am so tired.”

Lupin was very happy that Harry could fall asleep, so that no one would sneak out of the room in the middle of the night and try to embark on a thrilling adventure in a dangerous and unfamiliar environment-this is familiar to Lupin of Gryffindor.

I don’t know if Harry will be a Gryffindor, “Good night Harry,” Lupin smiled. The smart Harry might be more like a Ravenclaw.

Sirius habitually jumped to the foot of Harry’s bed. When he lived on Privet Road, he sometimes slept there, but most of the time he slept in front of Anna’s fireplace.

“Go go go,” Lupin frowns brutally drove the dog off the bed, “You guard the door,” he has always been ruthless to the wrong old friend.

Lupin glanced at Harry who was lying on the bed and closed his eyes, “If my child can be as worry-free as Harry,” he said something like this in his mind, he clicked nodded, and went there with peace of mind. Wash the toilet.

What Lupin failed to notice was that Harry opened his eyes less than a second after he entered the toilet, skillfully piled up a human figure under the quilt with a pillow, and put on the cloak given by Dess. I walked out of the’Pukwudgie Head’ room without forgetting to bring the key.

Sirius, lying at the door, watched all this silently.

“Go black!” Harry whispered to the dog to follow.

‘Do you want to stop him? Sirius glanced at the dilapidated wooden door of the toilet, then at Harry’s curious eyes, “Forget it, just this time”, thinking that, the big black dog followed Harry’s pace.

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“Harry is… uh… The Tales of Beedle the Bard… how could he be in there, what did he do in there…” Ms. Bathilda Bashat obviously entered a state of trouble, she muttered unconsciously , “What to do…what to do…”

It seemed that she was more helpless than Anna and Dumbledore.

“Yes, Ms. Bathilda, is there any way you can get him out?” Anna put the forks on the cake in her hand, and felt something was wrong. “Can he still come out?” “

Bathilda touched his few silver hair, very distressed, “Child, Harry can come out, but it is a little difficult, no…it is very difficult to be exact…”

“What do we need to do?” Dumbledore fumbled for the brown yellow ceramic cup in his hand with his fingertips.

“We can’t do anything–” Bathilda showed a sad expression, “The people who are locked in can only have a chance to come out if the story turns into a fairy tale…”

“Fortunately, the energy of this book is very powerful, and it can adapt a large part of the story by itself. As long as it doesn’t write too evil things, Harry may come out soon,” Bathilda looked towards Dumbledore .

“Albus, I remember you mean someone writes a diary in it, right? Diary may not be too evil?”

“Uh…” Dumbledore nodded slightly, “What if some other stories are included?”

“What type?”

“War, plague, cruel muggle and the like…”

Who would write these things in the diary? ! Bathilda took a deep breath, “Then we can only pray to Merlin, this book is capable of turning most of its content into fairy tales.”

“Otherwise…” Bathilda fell silent.

“Otherwise?” Anna looked serious.

“Otherwise Harry can only stay in the world in the book forever.”

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“Here is a honey beer, Mrs. Angie,” a weak voice rang from before Mrs. Angie, but she didn’t see anyone until Harry stepped on Sirius and sat on the bar stool with difficulty.

“We don’t provide beer to the kid,” Mrs. Angie glanced at Harry, picked up the rag and chased him away, then continued to wipe a small piece of clean table in front of her.

“Then let’s have a glass of milk, Mrs. Angie,” Harry swayed to avoid the rag attack. He looked at Mrs. Angie’s face carefully, and the scoundrel always felt a little familiar, “May I ask if your husband? Is it called Max?”

‘Magic power Max’ is Harry and a group of friends who accompanied Lena’s favorite shop during the filming of Godric’s Hollow. The Lady Boss in this shop is a kind middle-aged woman with a stubborn face. Is showing a gentle smile.

“en?” An Qi looked up and down Harry, “Do you still know my husband? How could it be? You might not have been born when he died?” An Qi took out a can of milk from the counter and put it on the table. Go up, hold his hand when Harry is about to take it, and stare into Harry’s eyes, “He was crushed by a Troll, Max Hall, no one will miss that stinky bastard!”

Harry withdrew his hand, the woman’s fiercely tone frightened him.

But he suddenly saw An Qi’s expression, “Her eyes revealed sadness, just like the sadness in Aunt Petunia’s eyes when she saw Uncle Vernon twitched her crotch.”

So Harry plucked up the courage to hold Mrs. An Qi’s hand, “Silence for you, madam,” he sincerely looked towards An Qi, “Although life is hard, everything will be fine.”

Harry really thought so, because his own experience is the best proof.

An Qi was stunned. After Hall’s death, more people were watching the excitement or smiling eccentrically. No one liked Hall, and no one mourned the death of her husband.

‘Ange, you finally got rid of that useless waste, now this store is yours! “An Qi, Hall’s family property is yours. Your goal of marrying that waste has been achieved. Are you going to have a banquet to thank that monster?”

They all thought that An Qi didn’t like Max Hall’s trash, and they didn’t know that Hall died in the forest to help An Qi pick her favorite flower.

“Drink, it’s free, just this one cup,” Angie took out her hand and put the milk into Harry’s arms, “Quickly finish drinking and roll me upstairs to sleep, kid! Don’t walk out at night!” [ 19459002]

An Qi left the bar with the rag and ignored Harry who was sitting on the stool.

“Boy! Come here!” The man who was previously called the goatee by Mrs. Angel waved to Harry, “Sit here!”

Although Anna said not to make too much eye contact with drunk people, Harry jumped off the chair with the milk and walked to the goatee’s position, “Hello, Mr. Goatboy.”

Sirius stood between Harry and the goatee, staring at the drunk man, always feeling inexplicably familiar.

“Goat… Goat… Just call me goatee, everyone calls me goatee,” the man let the alcohol invade his brain and talked to Harry in a vague way, “You are still the first one I saw Let Angie be free…hiccup…the person who entertains…”

“She doesn’t even have the leftover half of the bread…reluctant to give it to the little tramp…” The goatee shook his head and looked towards the burning candle. In the dim light, his blue eyes became more muddy.

Dyce mentioned this incident. The little tramp should be Satasa’s younger sister, “That little tramp left with the old man jumping pot, right?”

“en? Yeah, how did you know?” The goatee nodded, took another sip and looked at Harry in a daze, “Accurately speaking, he did not’follow’ the old man to leave, but followed the pot to leave. …But that’s not bad…”

“Anyway, bode ill rather than well …” Goatman said terrifying quietly.

Harry was shocked, “Wait! That’s not what Dyce said! Isn’t the “Old Man Jumping Pot” the most kind and friendly person?!”

“Dyce? Who is Dyce?” The goatee frowned his head, and struck a gap. “The Old Man Jumping Pot was really friendly until his son died of the plague—”

“The old man saved a lot of people, but he was the only one who failed to save his son. Since then, he has never helped anyone again. He wanted to find a way to resurrect his son…”

Harry swallowed.

“The most popular method recently came from the royal capital. I heard that a man with a heart shot came back from the battlefield alive and asked him how he created the miracle. He said it was because he had been in a child. In blood, blood brings him life—”

“Although I think it was farting,” the goatee waved his hand, “but I can’t stop others from believing.”