Dynavale and Hogwarts

It's a lazy summer afternoon.

The weather was very hot and there was not even a breeze. Of course, the situation now is much better than the heat at noon.

The flowers, plants and trees in the garden seemed to be slowly waking up from their lunch break. Although they were still a little wilted, they were finally no longer half-dead.

"Let's water it again in the evening." Mary thought in her mind, guessing that it was almost time and the afternoon tea was almost over.

I went back to the house and boiled water, then went to Dana's room, helped him get up and get dressed, took the literacy cards, and carried Dana to the downstairs hall.

He sat on a chair, supported Dana to stand with his back facing him, then held Dana in his arms with both arms, pointed to a picture, thought about it, and said in blunt Chinese: "This is a horse."

Little Dana rubbed her still sleepy eyes and repeated vaguely: "Buy". Mary burst into laughter: "It's a horse." "Buy," Little Dana said again, this time louder.

Mary shook her head helplessly, simply closed the flashcards, and then said: "Dana, mom will be back soon. When mom comes in, call mom loudly."

Little Dana nodded seriously, as if he understood it completely.

Just when Mary couldn't help but want to tease the lovely Dana more, the door of the hall was pushed open.

Amanda walked in, stopped Mary from stepping forward, and hung her hat and coat on the hangers.

He lowered his head and smiled and kissed Dana, who had been calling "Mom" beside him. He helped Dana, touched his head, and asked softly: "Honey, tell mom, what did you do this afternoon?"

Dana pointed at himself and said hurriedly: "Dana hasn't gone anywhere. He is sleeping obediently. It seems that he has had many dreams, and there are..."

He talked like this for a while, and at the end he rolled his eyes, thought for a while, and said loudly: "Learn Chinese and buy it."

Mary put Amanda's coat and hat back in the cloakroom.

He just returned to the hall with two hot towels, handed one to Amanda, and used the other to wipe Dana's face and hands.

Explained: "I have been sleeping in the afternoon. I was afraid that he would not be able to sleep well at night if he slept too much, so I woke him up. He just learned to read, so I taught him Chinese Ma,"

"Buy!" Before Mary could finish her words, she was interrupted by Dana's milky voice. Then both Amanda and Mary laughed.

As if he knew everyone was laughing at him, the little thing began to puff out his cheeks, lower his head and play with his fingers.

"How about afternoon tea?" Mary suppressed her laughter and quickly mentioned something to divert her attention, otherwise the little one would cry soon.

Dana also raised his head and stared at his mother with a pair of big wet eyes.

Amanda couldn't help but pinch Dana's chubby face. He hesitated and said seriously: "From now on, if you can't date this person named Maggie, don't date her. She is not an ordinary person."

Dana thought the word Maggie sounded familiar, so she listened more carefully. "I feel, Colonel Farbuster, that the man you saw last time could not have been more right than to ignore her."

"Colonel Farbuster, I think I've heard of it too," Dana said attentively.

"I think there's something wrong with her," Amanda pointed at her head and continued.

"In order to illustrate how outstanding her brother Vernon Weasley is, talk about the Potter family of sister-in-law Petunia, from Lily Potter to James Potter."

Amanda began to imitate Maggie's tone, and said in a high-pitched voice: "Good for nothing," and emphasized again, "Good for nothing,"

Amanda continued to learn: "If such a person dies, he will die. Anyway, living is of no use except wasting food."

Dana was amused by her mother's wonderful voice-changing show and couldn't stop laughing.

But in the depths of his consciousness, he kept echoing: "Maggie, Colonel Farbuster, Vernon Dursley, Petunia, Lily Potter, James Potter", as if something was brewing.

Just like boiling water that is about to boil, it just needs the last fire or one more second to start boiling.

Amanda continued to perform, and this time she also learned the expressions.

His face drooped and the corner of his mouth curled up: "As for their son Harry Potter, Vernon said he didn't learn well at a young age. If you ask me, it's due to lack of discipline. Of course, discipline may be useless because he is not good at breeding. , with such parents”

When Dana heard the name "Harry Potter", a whirlwind arose in the depths of his consciousness.

And this whirlwind has always existed, just waiting for an opportunity to come.

The name "Harry Potter" is an opportunity, like a magic spell, activating everything that is still.

And his consciousness now stayed in the center of the eye of the storm, too nervous to move.

Dana could no longer hear what his mother was saying. He could only hear the surrounding windows buzzing and resonating. The originally good chandelier in the hall swayed without wind, and the connection made a harsh squeaking and rubbing sound, as if it was going to fall next second. Smashed down.

"Magic riot", Dana understood the current situation without any guidance. But the strange thing is that neither Amanda nor Mary noticed anything strange.

The high-speed thinking driven by the storm of consciousness made Dana quickly understand that the resonance of the windows and the friction at the joints of the chandeliers all happened too quickly.

Most people's thinking can't keep up. Neither hearing nor vision can receive signals, and naturally they won't discover the details of what happened.

I'm afraid it's only when the event finally happens that the brain receives the signal and responds.

Taking a deep breath, trying to calm down, he glanced at the chandelier. Considering the possible splash when it fell, mother and Mary were still a little close to the chandelier.

Gritting his teeth, he walked towards the door of the hall. With his mind running at super speed, everyone around him, including himself, moved extremely slowly.

Trying to overcome the inconvenience and discomfort caused by this physical and mental dissonance, Dana kept going.

Finally arriving, Dana stopped, then screamed.

Amanda and Mary didn't know what happened when they heard Dana scream, but this didn't stop them from rushing to Dana's side to check.

Before he could ask the question, there was a loud bang behind him and the chandelier had fallen down.

Fortunately, they were far away, otherwise there was no guarantee that they would not be cut by the glass particles flying everywhere.

Instead of expanding outward, the hurricane of consciousness begins to collapse inward.

The magic riot stopped, but the hurricane that collapsed inward formed a vortex in another direction, dragging consciousness deeper into the brain.

Dana no longer cared to respond to the anxious inquiries of his mother and Mary. He only had time to smile reluctantly, then lost consciousness and fell limply into his mother's arms.

Amanda looked at the messy hall, her son who fell in her arms, and Mary who was at a loss and still trembling. She didn't know what to do for a moment.