[HP] The Last Demon King

The fat, blond boy who licked the ice cream until he snorted first spotted Eridins, his eyes widened, his face was terrified, he clutched the ice cream tightly in his hand, and rushed into the house like a ghost: "Mom! Help—" —Papa! They—they're at it again!"

Potter straightened his body, still holding the paintbrush in his hand, staring blankly at her who hid her face under the hood: "... who are you?"

Aridins took off her hood.

Seeing the person under the hood, Potter's face was even more stunned: "Selwyn...? Why are you here? Oh... Am I hallucinating?"

"It's her! Mom! It's her!" The fat blond rushed out with his parents, and Eridins put on her hood again.

"…Looks like not," Potter said.

"Who are you!?" The blond fat man roared angrily, his small eyeballs flicked around nervously, as if he was afraid that someone would see everything here.

"Mommy—look at her gown!" the fat blond snitched to his mother.

"Potter—! Look at you! What kind of people have been brought to our house! I knew this would never end! Sending you to school is never the end!" the lady yelled hysterically and in a low voice Porter.

"Wait...you listen to me..." Potter tried to defend, but his voice was weakly lost in the shouts of the three, and Eridence couldn't compare him with the one who confronted Malfoy at school. Porter connected.

"Look at her gown!" the blond fat man kept yelling, "Have you come to our house in this--this kind of clothes all the time?!" The lady looked like she was about to faint at any moment.

Aridins looked down at her own attire, well - indeed it was a bit different from what Muggles wore, but was it such a big problem?

"Potter! Come in right away, how much more face do you want us to embarrass our neighbors?" The blond man gritted his teeth and stared at Potter.

"But--"

"No but!" The blond fat man roared angrily.

Suddenly, his roar was cut off midway, and an invisible force threw all three people at the door back into the house, and the door slammed shut as if blown by the wind.

"My God! Are you crazy—you forgot the notice that magic is not allowed during the holidays!" Potter looked at Eredinth in a panic.

"Oh." The firefly-like light spots floated calmly.

"You...well—why are you here?"

"Passing by."

Potter obviously didn't believe it, and Malfoy had used this excuse on him many times, but Aridins was wronged, she was really passing by.

Just as Potter opened his mouth, he suddenly saw Eridins pull out her wand, and a silver light shot out towards the bushes.

"What's going on?" Potter looked suspiciously at the unmoving bushes.

"There is something." Eridings wrote briefly, "Is there something?" Potter looked puzzled, but Eridings didn't give him time to continue asking, and wrote abruptly: "I want to visit the Muggle world .”

"oh oh……"

"I want to visit the Muggle world," Aridins wrote again.

"You want to visit..." Potter repeated halfway, the emerald green eyes behind the glasses suddenly widened: "You mean—let me show you the Muggle world?"

Eridins nodded.

"But you said you were passing by..."

Eridins nodded seriously.

Porter gave up on continuing to ask for evidence. He threw the paintbrush to the ground and said cheerfully, "Well, I have nothing else to do anyway. Where do you want to go?"

Shaking his head.

"Have you brought any money? Muggle currency, I mean."

Shaking his head.

"..." Potter was silent for a while, then said, "I see, there is a place to pass the time."

- Central Park, London.

That's the name of the place where Potter took Aeridins. It has a wide view, and there are many Muggles walking by. They walked by in incredible short-sleeved shorts. beast.

"Selwyn... er, aren't you hot? You can take your robe off," Potter said. "At least take the hood off."

Aridins automatically ignored Potter's words.

The two sat by the fountain, feeling the cool air brought by the water mist. Aridins pointed to a pile of coins in the pool and tilted her head to Potter.

"Oh... that's why people throw coins into it to make a wish, and it's said that it will come true."

"Did it come true?" Eridins found it troublesome, and began to use the wand to display the words again, but it was just a small line in the palm of her hand.

Potter looked around nervously, then closed the distance between them so as not to be seen.

"Of course not...I don't know, maybe."

"Who is she? Why is she everywhere?" Eridins pointed to a giant poster on a tall building.

"Our stars here... There are many people who like her."

"what is that?"

"Telephone, a tool that can be used to talk to each other."

"Oh." Eridins fell silent.

"Now you can tell me how you know where I live and why you're here?" Potter asked.

Aritins wrote the preface and the afterword briefly, and Potter said in surprise, "So you came here alone? Doesn't your family know about it?"

"Should know by now."

"Would they be worried if they found out you weren't around?"

Eridins imagined for a while, but she really couldn't imagine the performance of those three people. It was the first time she left Selwyn Manor without authorization, so she really didn't know how those three people would react.

"Actually...it's my birthday," Potter said suddenly.

Aritins looked at him, and Potter lowered his head, a little frustrated: "...But no one remembers, I've been waiting for a day, and I haven't received any letter from anyone."

Should Birthdays Get Letters?Eridins, who had been quietly living for 12 years, always thought it was a linguistic term.

"Isn't a birthday a birthday?" asked Eredines.

"Yeah." Potter didn't understand.

"Do you get a letter on your birthday? Why?"

"Because everyone is congratulating...you didn't celebrate your birthday, did you?" Potter looked at her in surprise. "Your parents...uh, didn't your mother celebrate your birthday?"

Eridins shook her head, and Potter looked at her with sympathetic eyes: "Oh, actually, I too... I thought I was the only one in Hogwarts who didn't have a birthday."

"What are you doing for your birthday?" Eridins continued.

"I don't know if children in the wizarding world are the same as us. At least Dudley can invite a few friends to the party on his birthday, play crazy all day, receive gifts, eat cakes..." Before Potter could finish his sentence, suddenly I heard Eridins stomach growl loudly and long.

Potter froze for a moment, then touched his pocket and stood up, "Wait for me." Potter ran away without saying a word, Eridins watched as Potter ran to a snack cart not far away, took out A few coins were handed over to the stall owner, and then he ran back with a bag of things.

"Here." Potter handed the bag of French fries to Eredins.

Aridins took it hesitantly, then looked at Potter.

"Eat," Potter urged, sweat breaking out on his brow.

Potter's open-mindedness has refreshed Eridins' cognition. Are all Muggles so open-minded regardless of previous suspicions?Or was it just because he was the savior—by nature?

Aridins ate half of the package and handed him the rest. Potter didn't find it strange at all, and took it very naturally and ate it clean.

"Can I ask you a question?" Potter said, after Eridins agreed. "Why are you hanging out with Malfoy? I mean, I don't think you're the same kind of guy as he is."

Eridins thought for a while, and felt that the answer was too vague even for herself, so she decided not to say it.

"Well, forget it if you don't want to," Potter said.

Before he knew it the sun was starting to set, and Eridins told him she was leaving.

"Okay, bye." Potter crumpled up the white paper left after eating the French fries, and stood up.