Stepfather of HP

It was Malfoy who was criticized, and he seemed to be good at it - Harry sensed jealousy when Snape praised Malfoy for making potion colors.

"Don't stop stirring." Harry has always had a problem with uneven force, Snape walked behind him and stared at him, "Don't start with too much force, distribute your force evenly." Snape As he spoke, he held Harry's hand and instructed him to exert strength.

"Yes, Father." Harry didn't notice Ron stiffen from Snape's proximity until Snape walked away.

Well, Harry did receive preferential treatment. Snape was not so gentle when instructing other students. From the posture of holding the knife to the posture of standing, there was nothing he was satisfied with.

Just when he satirized how ugly and clumsy Hermione's knife holding posture was, a puff of green acidic smoke emerged from the classroom. How could he forget that Neville, the tong killer, returned a cleanup without even looking at it? New, the tong pot belonging to Seamus in front of Neville was cleaned up.

"I think you forgot to take the tongs off the heat before putting in the porcupine quills, how many more times do I have to tell you to read the step-by-step instructions on the blackboard! If you don't want to condescend to look up at least read your previous book ! The two black holes above your nose are not for display!" Neville burst into tears, with a lot of scabies on his nose, and Snape let Seamus take him to the infirmary after scolding him enough.

"Now do you know the consequences of not paying attention to the class?" Snape looked around the classroom and continued the class.

In the end, the result Harry submitted was not satisfactory, Snape glanced at him, "I have something to do later, you come to my office after dinner."

"Yes, Father." Harry thought that his Potions grades should be better, and he left the Potions classroom in great shame.

"I'm going to tell George and Fred about Snape holding your hand and teaching you to stir, and they'll be scared to death."

"I'm too stupid. My father said long ago that I can only be a craftsman and not a master of potions." His potion talent has long been rejected by his father.

"Don't be stupid, do you think that Hogwarts is the place to cultivate potion masters? They just hope that we can make ordinary textbook potions according to the script, a potion master like Professor Snape It's something that can't be met." Hermione comforted Harry, "In a broad sense, being a craftsman is not bad. It's a pity that Professor Snape didn't ask questions. I've already memorized "A Thousand Herbs and Mushrooms."

She walked away completely ignoring Harry and Ron's lightning-struck expressions.

The author has something to say:

Hehe, I have been YY Harry standing in front of the tongs to boil the potion, Snape standing beside him holding his hand, teaching him by hand...

Forgot the above paragraph when updating

27 #

Published on 2011-6-3004:43|Only look at the author

26. Dream and Hagrid

"Can I go see Hagrid?" He received a letter from Hagrid during breakfast. He invited Harry to visit his hut. Harry replied that he would ask his father before making a decision. Finally had the opportunity to ask my father.

"Okay." Snape glanced at him. He still remembered how close Harry and Hagrid were in the previous life. "Just don't follow him to dangerous places like the Forbidden Forest."

"understood."

"Does your arm still hurt?" Snape pressed the muscles on Harry's arm. "It's still a little tight. You didn't use the ointment I gave you?"

"It's okay, it's all right." Harry waved his arm.

"Then keep practicing." Snape asked Harry to find the fastest way to draw out his wand. In the wizarding world, the last winner in a battle is not necessarily the one with the highest magic power, but the one who draws out his wand first .

"Father, do I need to order a wand cover?" Father and Sirius are probably the most powerful wizards Harry has ever seen. They have been used to wearing wand covers on their arms and putting their wands inside. The wand was in their hands almost in the blink of an eye when it needed to be used.

After Sirius explained it to Harry, he realized that this was the basic Auror configuration, but why did his father need to do this?As a businessman and a Hogwarts teacher, his father's vigilance and combat proficiency were no worse than Sirius, who was an Auror.

"You're too young." Snape directly vetoed the proposal, he didn't want Harry to be too tricky.

Harry opened his mouth, and finally touched his nose to practice.

The exhausted Harry was surrounded by crowds when he returned to Gryffindor, and the whole Gryffindor knew that Harry was Snape's favorite stepson.

"Did Snape sleep in a coffin?" Seamus was pushed out to ask.

"My father sleeps on a KingSize bed."

"Does Professor Snape have a girlfriend? Or a boyfriend?" asked another familiar senior.

"No." Harry shook his head.

"Don't ask such boring questions, does Professor Snape drink wine like water and only boil potions every day?" Fred's question was equally boring.

"My father doesn't drink, and he is used to reading when he doesn't boil potions. HG Wells ([-]) is his new favorite, and his favorite is "One Hundred Years of Solitude" ([-])."

HG Wells?what is that?One Hundred Years of Solitude?What is that?The child from a wizarding family looked blank, the child from a Muggle family looked surprised, and the light in Hermione's eyes was called worship.

"Harry, you must recommend A Brief History of Time ([-]) to him."

"His interests are boring enough." Harry shrugged, "Sleepy, go to bed, good night everyone." Harry returned to his dormitory, went to bed even though he wasn't sleepy at all, and pretended to be asleep.

In the dream, the little boy was being made things difficult by his Potions professor. He memorized "A Thousand Herbs and Fungi" like Hermione, and he couldn't help reminding the answer in the dream in vain. Harry was stung when he looked at his father with disgust and hatred.

Then he dreamed that he was in the Potions classroom, and the rest of the students in the classroom had disappeared, only himself and his father, who was behind him, speaking in a softer voice than usual, "Be careful to apply evenly, don't start too hard Use all your strength and distribute your strength evenly." Then his father came up behind him and held his hand, his father's hand was very hot, scorching hot, he couldn't help but leaned back, close to his father and there was a leaf-wide gap between him and him. body, his father's breath burned his ears red, as if realizing that the distance between the two was too close, his father pushed him away, "What are you doing?" His father said disgustedly.

"Father!" Harry woke up suddenly, sweating profusely... his underwear was wet and cold, he had to creep out of bed, changed into a new pair of underwear and changed into the sweat-soaked pajamas along the way.

what happened to him?Harry didn't fall asleep again and kept his eyes open until dawn.

Harry, who was exhausted by the strange dreams at night, stared at the breakfast in front of him. He couldn't whet his appetite at all. He just felt that his stomach was full and he couldn't put anything in. "Today is the weekend, and the twins said they would bring Let's play, you eat as much as you want." Ron whispered, he knew that Harry was not used to Hogwarts' food and environment, in fact, most freshmen didn't like group life very much, Ron could vaguely see that Harry was at home When the environment is good, the symptoms of discomfort will naturally be stronger, "at least drink some pumpkin juice."

"Yeah." Glancing at Ron gratefully, Harry took a sip of pumpkin juice. He felt a worried look, and instinctively looked up at the teacher's seat. His father frowned and disapproved. Looking at him, his father, like Ron, probably thought that he was spoiled and not used to Hogwarts. He turned his eyes away, and when he saw Quirrell, who was eating with his head down beside his father, he suddenly felt a pain in his forehead...

"What's wrong with you?" Hermione patted him on the shoulder.

"Headache."

"Didn't sleep well? Didn't you use the Silencing Charm I taught you?" Hermione naturally knew that the environment in the boys' dormitory was "dangerous", with serious situations such as snoring and sleep talking.

"Well, I'll use it at night." Harry felt his headache better, and when he raised his head again, his father was no longer in the teacher's seat. Thinking of last night's dream, Harry actually felt a little relieved, he really had no face to face his father now.

Harry reluctantly ate a few more mouthfuls of bread, drank the pumpkin juice in front of him, and was about to finish his breakfast. Who knew that Hyde flew over and dropped a small package in front of him. He opened it and saw that there was a bottle of refreshment inside. A note was attached to it, "Drink it 10 minutes after breakfast, eat more and don't be picky eaters."

Harry smiled knowingly, and blushed even more ashamed at the thought of his dirty dream.

"What's wrong with you? Your face is so red?"

"It's okay." Harry shook his head.

"Are you Snape's son?" said Twin A

"They don't look alike at all," Twin B said.

"We wanted to get back at Old Bat by messing with you, but Ron threatened us to tell Mommy, so we had to take you to play with you," the twins said in unison.

Harry was going to be dazzled by the identical twins in front of him, only to see two people with the same face, the same voice, the same red hair and the same Gryffindor uniform dangling in front of him.

"For a formal introduction, I'm George." The one on the left pointed to his nose.

"He's Fred, I'm George." The one on the right pointed at him and then at himself.

"You liar! I'm George and you're Fred!"

"I'm George and you're Fred!" the twins said, entangled.

Harry was even more dizzy.

"You guys are disobedient again, I'm going to write a letter to tell mom!" Ron simply offered his mom Dafa.

"Oh, we're so scared, little Ron is angry, let's make a smile, let's make a smile for the brothers..." The twins pulled Ron's cheeks from left to right, very skillfully, as if they had done it a few times before. Same thing a thousand times.

"Pfft!" Harry couldn't help laughing unkindly, the twins are so funny.

"He laughed, he laughed! The little bat doesn't look as boring as the old bat." The twins seemed to have found a more interesting toy, and let go of their younger brother to besiege Harry.

"I...I..." Harry has never seen such a formation... Immediately he was at a loss.

"Okay, no kidding, I'm George." The one on the left introduced himself.

"I'm Fred." The one on the right also introduced himself, but after a long time of introduction, Harry still couldn't figure out who was George and who was Fred.

"We only have half a day to show you around the school, and we have something to do in the afternoon." George said shaking his head. They are at an awkward age, and they see it as daunting to take care of their children. If their mother didn't repeatedly ask them to take care of their younger brother, they would have no time To take the "kids".

"You're not allowed to blow up the toilet!" Ron still remembered the bold words of the twins at the station, "And you're not allowed to go to the Forbidden Forest."

"We're going to blow up the toilet, and I'll give you two a toilet seat each, as for the Forbidden Forest..." the twins smirked, "You won't be making a report, are you?" Two red hairs suddenly approached Harry .

"No." Harry shook his head.

"Okay, we brothers will cover you from now on." The twins hugged Harry on one side, and walked forward with him between them.

The two of them said they were taking Harry and Ron to get acquainted with the campus, but in fact they only took them for a superficial walk and went about their own affairs. Harry and Ron looked at each other and sighed at the same time. Tone, they are now a little envious of Hermione who didn't follow.

After lunch, Harry decided to visit Hagrid. When the very friendly half-giant in the dream actually appeared in front of Harry, Harry was a little dazed, because Hagrid was so "enthusiastic".

Regardless of his unusually tall and mighty figure, he kept twisting his nose while holding a dirty handkerchief, his eyes as big as black beetles were filled with tears.

"The last time I saw you, you were a little fluff." Hagrid stretched out his hand and gestured, "I've been thinking about how you were doing all these years. When Lily passed away, I couldn't go to the funeral. I heard that you and I feel relieved that Snape is with him, he is a good man trusted by Dumbledore, and he had a good relationship with Lily back then, and I still remember that James made him trouble for this.” Hagrid’s way of distinguishing good guys from bad guys It's very simple, those who Dumbledore likes to trust are good people, and those who Dumbledore doesn't trust are bad people.

"Hmm." Harry listened quietly, this was the first time he heard someone talking about his biological father at Hogwarts, he was completely shrouded in the halo of Snape's stepson, and he was not curious about his biological father This is impossible, but when Sirius was at home, he generally said how smart and lively his biological father was, and how good he was on the Quidditch field. Remus said that his biological father was very tolerant. Hogwarts, the place where his biological father stayed for seven years, was never mentioned. Everyone seemed to have forgotten that he was James' son, and they all talked about Snape desperately, "So at that time my father and- —" Harry suddenly didn't know how to address his biological father, "Did my biological father pursue my mother?"

"Hehe." Hagrid seemed to be recalling something, and laughed twice, "The two of them have been fighting for your mother for a long time, and everyone thought it was Snape who won, after all, Lily has always been against you. James didn't lie, but he was very kind to Snape, who knows...the two of them stopped talking, and Lily and James fell in love in sixth grade."

How did the father provoke the mother?Harry still remembers his father's obedience to his mother. How could such a father make his mother angry?But if it wasn't like this, he wouldn't have been born.

"Your facial features resemble James, but your face and eyes resemble Lily." Hagrid seemed to want to see something in Harry, and he could see that he had a deep relationship with James and Lily.

"That's what other people say." Harry thought of the look his father missed when he looked at him. He was always looking at others through himself...

"Look at me, I've been so focused on talking to you, I forgot that you still have friends here, want some rock cakes?" Hagrid handed a rock cake to Ron, who had been silent all this time, "Let me guess You're a Weasley kid, aren't you?"

"Yes, my name is Ron."

"The twins have caused me a lot of trouble these years. I have spent most of my life trying to drive them out of the Forbidden Forest, but I have to admit that the Weasley children are all excellent..."

When Hagrid focused on others, Harry finally had the opportunity to observe Hagrid's hut. Hagrid's hut was a typical hunter's hut, except that the utensils were larger than normal, and hams, pheasants were hung from the ceiling. , there are some animal heads on the walls, a huge copper kettle is boiling water in the simple fireplace, a large wooden bed is placed in the corner, and the bed is covered with a mattress made of animal fur.

The big barking dog that had wanted to pounce on Harry from the start was crawling around the fireplace panting with its tongue out.

"Eat some rock cakes." Hagrid urged Harry with a loving expression. After Harry saw the rock cakes with only one tooth mark in front of Ron and Ron blinked desperately, he took a small bite out of politeness. One bite, it was really hard... But he and Ron still pretended to be delicious and thanked Hagrid.

In order to divert Hagrid's enthusiasm for urging them to eat more, the two of them rushed to talk about the situation in class these few days, Ya Ya finally got the chance to lean over, put his head on Harry's lap, and spit on Harry's mouth. The robes were soaked.

When they left the hunter's cabin, Harry and Ron both looked like they had survived the disaster...

"Hagrid is also in the photo of my parents' room... very conspicuous, once you see it, you will never forget it," Ron whispered.

What Harry was thinking about was the relationship between his biological father and his father, and Hagrid seemed to be hiding a lot from it.

19. HG Wells is a well-known prolific writer in the 20th and [-]th centuries, especially famous for his science fiction novels. His works are more famous in China for being adapted into the movie "War of the Worlds" directed by Spielberg and starring Tom Cruise. I I personally like "The Time Machine".

1982. "One Hundred Years of Solitude" is the work of the Latin writer Marquez, who won the [-] Nobel Prize for Literature.

1988. "A Brief History of Time" is the work of the famous physicist Hawking, published in 11 (I assume that Hermione likes this work a bit too advanced, it is not suitable for an [-]-year-old girl to read, a brief history of time and one hundred years of loneliness N times determined to read at least all of them were killed on the third page)

The author has something to say:

Hey, little Harry has become an adult~~~

Hagrid is also a good person, but Harry in this article will not be as attached to him as in the original book. As for the unpalatable rock cakes and Yaya's impoliteness, I think this just shows the relationship between Harry and Ron. Anyway, when I was young, my mother told me to say thank you even if the food was not delicious. It was delicious, and since I was a guest at someone’s home, I had to behave like a guest. .

28 #

Published on 2011-6-3004:43|Only look at the author

27. Flight lessons

Harry found friends at Hogwarts, but he also had to be in the same room with enemies. Harry never thought that he would hate someone so much one day. Malfoy and those in William Primary School were particularly annoying. There is not much difference between the "God's Chosen Ones", and by the age of seven Harry was able to ignore them in normal times and deal with them when needed.

Perhaps because of Malfoy's trampling on some special principles, the Muggle "Heaven's Chosen Ones" at least know that there are some things they can't do and some things they can't say, and they show an almost naive side in some aspects. Believe that you have been specially favored by God, and show compassion when you should, to show that you are different.

And Malfoy—he was so naive and cruel all the time, whether it was the Muggle world or the wizarding world, Malfoy only abided by his own principles.

The thing Harry couldn't stand was Malfoy's constant talk of I'm going to tell my dad, Merlin, they're 11 and not kids anymore.

Harry's annoyance was doubled when he learned that their flying lessons were with Slytherins, and he didn't tell anyone else, lest his father and Sirius worry that he would have some problems when he was alone on the broomstick. The memory of darkness, which seemed real or not, made him tremble. This was what he discovered when he was allowed to climb on a broomstick for the first time. It wasn't like this when he was riding a broomstick with Sirius before.

Malfoy was bragging about his flying adventures that always ended with dodging Muggle helicopters, Weasley was talking about playing Quidditch with his brothers at home, every wizarding kid was talking about his own Flying stories, Harry didn't want to intervene, Ron had already had a fight with Dean about football, he didn't understand the fun of a group of people chasing a ball, he once poked Dean's West Ham United poster with his wand thinking Asking the characters above to move, Harry and Dean exchanged helpless glances.

"Harry, you must have flown too?" Ron asked him.

"Sirius once tried to jump from a broomstick into the pool with me, but Remus stopped him." Harry thought of a more interesting joke about broomsticks.

"Sirius? Are you referring to the traitor of the Black family? Harry Potter, the friends you make are indeed 'noble'." Malfoy appeared out of nowhere, to be honest, he is very beautiful , vaguely has the shadow of Sirius, and is more refined because of age, platinum blonde hair gleaming in the sun.

"If I remember correctly, Sirius is your uncle." Harry was very upset to see the shadow of the person he liked in the person he hated, but blood relationship really can't deceive people, Malfoy inherited some aspects from his mother. The beauty gene of the Black family does not mean that Uncle Lucius is not beautiful, but it is not as good as the Black family. Uncle Lucius' facial features are more masculine, and he is a very ordinary handsome, but his temperament is similar to that of platinum. Black hair makes up for this. My mother once said that when a hundred people stand together, the first thing you see is still Lucius, and Draco Malfoy looks like his mother, and there are some Malfoy family members He tried his best to learn his father's words and deeds, but it was a bit ridiculous when the 11-year-old boy was so mature.

"Uncle... well, my mother wished he was dead." Malfoy snorted coldly, adding another entry to the little book of hatred between him and Harry, when they looked at each other, the air belonged to Gryffindor The smell of gunpowder unique to Slytherin was ignited, sparks burst out, and the first-year Gryffindors gathered behind Harry, and the first-year Slytherins gathered behind Malfoy. A fight was on the verge of breaking out. Although they had no time to cultivate too much hatred in the first grade, they still couldn't wait to prove how much they followed the academy tradition and how they relentlessly wanted to protect the honor of the academy.

Just when the battle between the two colleges was about to start outside the hall, their respective prefects dispersed them, and they were led to their respective long tables.

"Are you trying to get Gryffindor points deducted?" Percy blushed.

Malfoy probably got the same warning. He and Harry stared at each other across the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff table, neither of them willing to look away first.

The arrival of the owl rescued the inexplicable kittens and little badgers. Malfoy's attention was attracted by his own owl, and someone always sent him large and small bags of candy. Harry guessed it was Aunt Narcissa, and Narcissa treated Harry well. Be kind, every time I see him, I will always give him a candy or something. When my mother was alive, Aunt Narcissa would occasionally bring Drake to Snape Manor for afternoon tea. His mother also took him to Malfoy Manor for a return visit. After his mother passed away, Harry never saw her again. She was not considered a close friend of his mother, because their husbands were good friends, so they had to put up with each other, pretend to be friendly, and never let go of any opportunity to satirize each other in private A few times Harry remembered that his mother was about to pull out her wand, and Aunt Narcissa's was about to wave it out, but they held back, regardless of the college, they were still British, and they could persist. Principal Wood said that the British were like Ducks, no matter how flustered their feet are under the water surface, they will remain graceful and calm above the water surface.

Noticing Harry's eyes, Malfoy obviously misunderstood, he triumphantly opened the package exaggeratedly, revealing the gorgeously wrapped candy inside.

Harry looked away, noticing that Neville had received a glass ball the size of a marble, filled with white smoke.

"Neville received a memory ball." Ron shook his head. He was still a little puzzled that Neville was assigned to Gryffindor, but the Sorting Hat never made a mistake.

Neville held the memory ball tightly, and the memory ball turned red, "Grandma always said that I don't have a long memory, this is a gift for me because I entered Gryffindor... If it turns red, it means I forget Something, but I don't know what I forgot..." His face was as red as the memory ball.

Right here, Malfoy walked over from the Slytherin table, grabbed the memory ball casually, and played with it with a sneer.

Ron jumped up first, and like Harry he had been waiting for his chance to fight Malfoy, followed by Harry.

The teachers already knew about the chaos in front of the hall, and were watching their movements like eagles. Professor McGonagall was the first to appear, "What happened?"

"He took my memory ball." Neville complained. Malfoy threw the memory ball back on the table and left angrily. Snape was waiting for him at the long Slytherin table with arms crossed.

At 03:30 that afternoon, the flight lesson that had been discussed all the time arrived as scheduled.

It was a sunny afternoon, the air was filled with the fragrance of green grass, and the breeze was blowing the green grass, which was not too high and not too low, causing green waves to appear. There was a forest on the other side of the lawn, because the trees were too thick to block the sunlight , still looked dark on this sunny afternoon.

The Slytherins had arrived, leaving twenty empty brooms, Harry assured them they were the worst looking twenty, Fred and George had complained about the disrepair of the school's brooms, probably they The ones my grandfather used when he was in school would tremble non-stop when ascending to high altitudes, and some would lean to the left.

Slytherin's little trick got them another twenty that didn't look so bad, but—Harry shrugged, it's no wonder that first years can tell good and bad brooms apart from appearances, when in fact only real brooms The seniors and sisters who have taken flying lessons and have all kinds of blood lessons know which brooms can be tolerated, which ones are too bad, and which ones have a weird temper due to an accident.

Not telling the first-year students is also the tacit understanding of the seniors and sisters of the various colleges. Why do they go through the torture of the old broom and the first-year students have to play tricks... They have the same interest in hating freshmen.

Harry's memory of what happened later was a little fuzzy. He vaguely remembered that Neville was taken into the sky by a broom with a weird temper. The way that broom tortured Neville reminded Harry of the bullfighting performance he saw on TV. That angry broom threw Neville to the ground, and Mrs Hooch made a bad decision, throwing Gryffindors and Slytherin first-years plus a bunch of brooms on the lawn in an unsupervised classroom. In a dangerous situation, he took Neville to the medical room alone.

The result was of course tragic. Malfoy snatched Neville's memory ball and flew into the sky provocatively. Harry got on his broom and chased after him with blood surging, and discovered his talent for flying. Malfoy took the memory ball Throwing it, Harry instinctively accelerated and dived, catching the memory ball ten feet above the ground and stopping the broom.

There were bursts of screams and applause from the students, and then Harry - passed out.

29 #

Published on 2011-6-3004:44|Only look at the author

28. What Happened in the Past

Memories came flooding in. Harry Potter remembered his magical explosion, and remembered that it only took three seconds for him to decide to run away and to ride the old broom at home to fly far away. He knew that the broom shed was There, he also knew that there was the broom that his biological father and mother loved when they were studying. After flying there, he thought to himself that he would run far away before his stepfather came home and caught him. When he rode on the broom, He was as smooth as if he was growing on a broom, and he rushed to Yunxiao after bumping up and down twice.

London at night is beautiful, at least more beautiful than during the day, when the old and gray streets are decorated with neon lights at night, like a lady attending a dinner party.

Harry didn't appreciate the "lady" very much, oh my god, what are those human things that are spitting out "extraordinary women" on the road?How can they walk on the street?Why are there so many people walking on the street, why do they look at him with strange eyes?

Harry is wearing a green silk robe today, with light gray hems and golden lion cubs embroidered on the heels. His skin is as white as milk, his lips are cherry red, and he inherited his mother's big green eyes and long hair. The eyelashes that look like a small fan are blinking and blinking, which is indescribably cute.

"Young man, are you alone?" Children's "weird" clothes are always easy to understand. Parents always have all kinds of weird tastes. It's okay to dress up their children as medieval little wizards. The holding a broom is also cute.

"Are you lost?" Another woman secretly decided to do the same for her son for Halloween.

Muggles!Harry finally came to his senses, he seemed to be surrounded by frightening and dirty Muggles!Holding the broom tightly, he took several steps back, until he reached the corner of the wall.

"I—I—" He'll be eaten!Muggles like to eat little wizards, and the bloody stories of Draco scaring him came to mind one by one, and Harry was scared out of his wits.

"Shall I take you to the police?" The woman reached out to pull Harry.

do not run!Harry, who watched this memory like a bystander, shouted in vain.

He will be eaten!don't want!Harry shook off the lady's hand, got out of the crowd and ran forward desperately, he even forgot the broom that brought him here, the bright place was full of scary Muggles!And iron monsters!He desperately ran towards the shadows, and his feet wearing dragon leather boots led him farther and farther until he reached a dark place without any light.

"Ah!" An arm stopped him and hugged him tightly——

He struggled desperately, but how could a child's strength surpass that of an adult, the ornaments on his body were torn away by others, and he was surrounded by people and walked into the depths of darkness.

Later memories are chaotic and fuzzy, he was surrounded by stinking Muggles, they all wanted to touch him more or something, he screamed in fear, they ripped his clothes off, some got a A beautiful dress that can be exchanged for money is enough. Others are not interested in the clothes, and their hands keep touching Harry's milk-white skin...

Then—a loud bang... He was carried into a warm embrace full of medicinal fragrance, and he was safe. Harry fell into a half-asleep state. He heard someone begging for mercy, and he heard screams. Remember the faint firelight that made his eyes uncomfortable...Harry's memory is over...

"Inappropriate forgetting, he was too young at the time." Principal Dumbledore's voice was full of disapproval, "You were too reckless then."

"What should I do? Keep him haunted by nightmares?" It was the father's voice.

"Now is not the time to discuss these, what should we do now that his memory is back?" Professor McGonagall said.

"I'll talk to him," sighed Father, and Headmaster Dumbledore left with Professor McGonagall.

Harry still wanted to pretend to be asleep, he didn't know how to face his father, "I know you are awake, your eyeballs keep rolling." His father exposed him mercilessly.

"Father."

There was obvious worry on Snape's face. He never thought that riding a broom would trigger Harry's memories. The brains of minors are always developing, and there will always be various aftereffects of using the Forgetfulness Charm on them. , despite Poppy's (Madam Pomfrey's) assurance that Harry had no symptoms other than memory triggers, Snape was concerned.

"Father, did I really have an accident in Muggle London?" In the dream, he was riding on a broomstick, and was blown by the cold wind so that he wanted to cry. After he landed, he was surrounded by the strange Muggle world and Muggles. Those vehicles called monsters slid into the alley...and..."Father!" Harry grabbed his father's hand.

"It's okay, I didn't let you have an accident, but you were terrified and cried every night, so I cast the forgetting curse."

"I'm sorry I made you worry." Harry apologized.

"It's okay, I just hope you think about your mother and your poor father before you break your own neck next time." Snape looked cold, he didn't have a good impression of Harry's talent on broomsticks, Poppy was right, Quidditch was all about getting in trouble.

"Sorry." Harry bowed his head.

"Minerva wants you to join the Gryffindor Quidditch team. She gave up because of Gryffindor's poor record, and she actually believes that a first-year student can change this." Snape actually knew that Harry did reverse it. Gryffindor's tragic fate on the Quidditch pitch.

"Can I join the Quidditch team?"

"If you are willing to foolishly fly around and do extremely dangerous sports in the sky."

Harry lowered his head, "I do."

"Then you have my permission, but - if the sport injures you, you must