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Harry spent a morning without any danger in the state of a puppet.

A woman walked back and forth between the dining room and the kitchen with a plate. Her mouth opened and closed without knowing what she was talking about. Her long black curly hair was coiled behind her head. Under the morning light, it was plated. A layer of soft and bright golden brown.She kept adding food to Harry's plate, the man sat opposite them, and the boy who looked very similar to Harry, he was sitting next to Harry, eating breakfast with big mouthfuls.

Harry stared blankly at the scene in front of him, and suddenly, he was hit hard on the back of the head.

Harry: "Huh?!"

"You're distracted." The woman glared at him dissatisfied. "Is this your attitude towards me—the mother who worked hard to make breakfast for you and worked hard for you, Harry?"

"Yes, I'm sorry..." Harry subconsciously apologized before realizing what he had said.

The woman sighed, "I'm sorry baby, does it hurt?" She put her arms around Harry and rubbed the back of his head, then changed her voice and continued to criticize the boy next to Harry, "You have no credibility with me! You have nothing but What if you bring your brother into trouble? In the four years since you went to school, I have been invited by Principal Dumbledore to talk eight times!"

Harry was held in the arms of the woman, staring at the sandwich in front of him, swallowing hard.This scene made him feel very familiar, and he remembered that Molly reprimanded Ron and the others like this.He suddenly felt relieved, although he hadn't figured out who they were, but in such an environment...

Well, he suddenly found himself not so nervous.

The woman finally let go of Harry, and she stroked her hair gracefully, as if someone else had just yelled at him.She looked at Harry gently, "Honey, don't be led by your brother, don't accompany him to get into trouble. If he dares to threaten you, for example, if you don't play with him, he will hide your Quidditch book Get up and tell mom."

"Mom," Harry's unknown "brother" said unbearably, "I'm not that naive!"

"You shouldn't contradict your mother." The woman looked at the boy. "I don't want to wipe your ass and clean up the mess. I will never go to Hogwarts again-James Potter, listen-I Don't want to be embarrassing again! James, honey, you should grow up, you're in fifth grade."

Harry's whole body seemed to be struck by lightning, and he stared at her dumbfounded.

what did he say? !James Potter, James—Potter—? !

Harry looked at the boy sitting next to him, and then at the man sitting opposite him like an ostrich with his head bowed and eating without saying a word.Well, he wants to hit the wall and see if this is all a dream.

"Okay, okay, I remembered Mom." This Mr. James Potter quickly finished his breakfast, pulled Harry up and left, "We should be late. Hogwarts Express is waiting for no one! "

Harry felt as if he had a dream, he went out in a trance, and sat on the Hogwarts Express in a trance.Trance, trance, everything is trance, only the feeling of trance is so real.

He looked at the boy sitting next to him dozing off against the car window, and at the students walking up and down the corridor.

Harry was puzzled.

It was as if he had entered this world out of thin air. He suddenly appeared here, but no one jumped out to ask him who he was.

As he stepped onto the Hogwarts Express, he saw someone greet James and nod at him as if Harry had been there in the first place.

Harry felt like he was running out of brains, and it all seemed like a dream, but it was horribly real, and he even remembered a stain on the collar of the tall boy from before.

"Hi."

The box door was pushed open, and Harry was taken aback.Several boys entered the box, sat on the sofa chairs, and greeted Harry.

Harry responded vaguely, and watched them silently from the side.

James woke up too, and he scratched at his hair, messing it up even more.He looked at his good friends, said hello, and continued to doze off.

"Oh, don't sleep bro." A black-haired boy pushed James, "We have something to talk to you."

"I didn't sleep yesterday..." James slapped away the hand that had been pushing him, "I checked the information all night, you can ask Harry."

Harry, whose name was suddenly called, looked at them in bewilderment.

The eyes of the three boys immediately shifted to Harry.

"I..." Harry was about to speak when he was interrupted.

The dark-haired boy didn't seem to want to ask Harry at all, and he pushed James again.At this moment a boy standing next to him stopped him, "Come on, Sirius, let him sleep for a while."

Harry's eyes immediately shifted to the dark-haired boy with gray eyes, tall, handsome, and distinguished.Harry thought sarcastically, one is called James Potter and the other is Sirius, so is there Remus Lupine and Peter Pedilou? !

The boy was a little disappointed, "Okay, then let's go out for a walk."

The other two boys stood up with him and walked out of the carriage door. At this moment, a boy who looked very friendly looked at Harry and asked, "Together?"

Harry said weakly, "No. Thank you."

The boy named Sirius stood at the door of the carriage and looked at Harry, his gray eyes were very bright, yet proud, "Come on, Remus, since he doesn't want to, let's go."

Well, Remus, the marauding quartet is almost complete.

Harry had been numb from the stimulation, his hands and feet were getting cold, and it all seemed grotesquely like a prank.Yes, a prank... He has paid so much, he has planned for so long, he has been hesitant, painful, and helpless, and the result! ?Just got such a farce!

He looked at James who was lying beside him, and the hands hanging by his side clenched into fists.He desperately wants to meet Dumbledore now, he needs to find a support that will keep him from collapsing in this ridiculous world.

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The night sky at Hogwarts is always so beautiful, high sky, twinkling stars.

Harry couldn't help taking a deep breath.He looked up at the Hogwarts night sky.This made him feel dizzy, like a dream, so beautiful that it made people tremble in the bottom of their hearts.

He stood stupidly at the station with his head raised, being pushed around by people, he almost fell to the ground.

"Harry!" James stopped him, "What are you doing, it's time to get in the car!"

They got into the carriage, and Harry looked at the night riders pulling the cart, and Hogwarts Castle in the distance.Nothing had changed, except for this Harry who had just appeared out of nowhere.

They go to the school hall, they sit in the Great Hall, and everything is just like anything Harry has ever been through, the school song, the new students, and then the orientation dinner.

Harry looked at the teachers' bench, and even the professors sitting on it hardly changed.The potions professor was Slughorn, and the key keeper was still Hagrid, only the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was someone he didn't know.Besides, which year did they know the black defense professor?

Harry was eating chicken legs, more and more doubts lingered in his mind, he looked up at Professor Dumbledore, only to find that Professor Dumbledore was also looking at him.He frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about something.When his eyes met Harry's, he smiled kindly at Harry and turned his head to chat with Professor McGonagall.

Perhaps Professor Dumbledore also had doubts.Harry found that in this frightened world, perhaps only Professor Dumbledore was normal.This also strengthened his determination to talk to Professor Dumbledore.

As soon as the orientation dinner was over, Harry broke away from the group and ran towards the headmaster's office.He started to run, and his desire to see Professor Dumbledore became more and more urgent. The only one who can help him now is Professor Dumbledore!

There was no one in the dimly lit corridor, and the students all went back to their dormitories.Harry quickened his pace.

Panting heavily, Harry stood in front of the principal's office door, trying hard to think of the secret word to open the door, but the stone beast guarding the door suddenly jumped away automatically.Without hesitation, Harry stood on the spiral staircase.

"Please come in."

Before Harry could knock on the door, he heard Headmaster Dumbledore's voice.He arrived even earlier than Harry.

The old man sat on the chair, smiled at Harry, and said briskly, "Hello, Harry." He seemed to have known that Harry was coming, as if he was waiting for him in the office.

Harry didn't speak, as if someone had put a silencing spell on him.Harry, who was absurd and foolish before, was gone. He stood respectfully, looking at Professor Dumbledore quietly.Professor Dumbledore looked wonderful, not as old as I remembered him, with a thick, thick white beard.

"my child?"

Professor Dumbledore's mantra has not changed, everyone is his child.

Harry took a deep breath, his nose felt sore and his eyes became sore.This is his script, isn't it? Thrilling time travel, sad reunion, and painful memories.The Potter family, Sirius, Remus, those chaotic hallucinations should all get out.

Professor Dumbledore sat in a chair, and he looked at Harry gently.Something surged into Harry's heart, and this was what he dreamed of, what he pursued, wasn't it?Go back in time, meet the people he loves and protect them.

"Professor Dumbledore, I have something to show you."

"Is that a new variety of Zizibee Candy?"

Harry couldn't help laughing, "No, it's not sweets, but it's important." With that, he pulled out his wand and pulled a silver thread-like thing out of his mind - his memory .He put this memory in the vial that Dumbledore handed him and placed it on Professor Dumbledore's desk.

Dumbledore pushed his glasses and looked at it closer, "A memory?"

"Yes."

Just then, Harry heard a chirp.

Fox's body suddenly caught fire, and it whimpered and turned into ashes.

"Ah, this is Fox, it—"

"It's been reborn." Harry looked at Fox and said.

"Yes."

Dumbledore didn't check that memory right away, but sat quietly.He always had a smile on his face, looking at the boy with pure eyes in front of him.He could see nostalgia in the child's eyes, the feelings were sincere and sincere, even though Dumbledore thought the child should not have such deep pain and nostalgia.

"Harry, when I saw you at the dinner party, I had a strange feeling." Dumbledore's old voice came out, and he spoke very slowly, as if to make sure that Harry could understand every word. "I have no impression of you. Even if the famous James is your brother, you have not left a deep impression in my mind. But now, your image is gradually coming alive."

Harry looked at Dumbledore thoughtfully.

Dumbledore added, "It's as if you were a painting before, and now you're a real person."

Harry stood in the office blankly, Dumbledore just looked at him quietly, the whole room was quiet, only the sound of some small devices could be heard.

Suddenly there was a slight chirping sound in the office, and the reborn Fox emerged from the ashes.It was small, with wrinkled skin, and looked at Dumbledore probing.

Dumbledore stood up and stroked Fox's head. He turned around and looked at Harry gently, tilted his head, and said to him, "Can you tell me who you are first?"

"Harry," Harry snapped back to his senses, "Harry Potter."

The old man smiled and nodded, "Okay, let me see what this is." He picked up the small bottle of memory, got up and walked towards the cabinet, and took out the Pensieve.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Harry stopped him suddenly, "Can you tell me... what time is it?"

Dumbledore's glasses flickered under the light, "Eleven thirty-seven." He smiled slyly, "But it's - 37."