Harry Potter – Approaching the Magic World

"What’s the inconvenience, he can’t beat me again. Besides, isn’t there your magic?"

Joanne doesn’t think so at all. Convenient, after all, Jon just denied the new residence she was looking for two days ago, and then bought a small villa near Manchester.

It must be the kind that Joanne can't afford.

Joanne doesn’t know why Jon did this. Of course, it may also be because there are many things between the two people that need to be kept secret. It is indeed inconvenient for her to live in the school’s staff apartment.

Owl Mobiliarbus, she is not a wizard, there is no way to solve the related influence, it is indeed a good way to live out, and there is also a place to create.

But this is all for the future, and now she is only curious about one question.

"Why are you standing here? Can they still run off the island?"

"Of course not, just look at it."

Jon handed the telescope in his hand to Joanne, then clicked on the intercom to get the driver closer, then turned off the intercom and explained to Joanne:

"Tomorrow is July It’s the thirty-first. Today is the deadline for Harry to reply to the notice. Someone will definitely come. By the way, after they leave, you can go in and write a profile."

……

Harry was terribly uncomfortable staying in the house.

This place is more frustrating than the cupboards, because of rainstorm, the surging waves outside are sweeping under the violent wind and beating the walls of this small wood house, and the raging wind is blowing. The filthy windows of the house crash-bang, and it feels like they are about to fall.

Aunt Petunia found some moldy quilts from the house and made a bed for Dudley on the sofa in the outhouse.

She and her husband slept on the pitted, uneven bed inside; only Harry himself managed to find the most inhuman floor and curled himself up on a thin, rugged bed. Under the broken quilt, he forced himself to close his eyes.

The rainstorm outside was getting louder and louder. The thunder mixed with Dudley's snoring made him upset. The cold made him shiver coldly unable to fall asleep, and his stomach began to churn up at this time, and he stood up He got up and walked to Dudley's side and tried to remove a quilt from Dudley's body, but it was unsuccessful. He just accidentally glanced at Dudley's wrist watch.

The hands on the luminous dial are ticking, and the hour hand has approached twelve o'clock, that is, not very long, his eleventh birthday is coming soon.

...

"Here."

Jon patted Joanne on the back to remind her to pay attention: "The front door of the little wood house A road."

Joanne hurriedly adjusted the angle of the telescope and looked at it, but unfortunately it was too dark. She didn’t have Jon’s magic glasses. Basically, it was very difficult to see who was here. All I can see is a huge shadow reminding me.

"What is this?" She asked in astonishment: "Is this a mountain?"

"Hogwarts hunting ground guard Hagrid, you have seen it in the information , The half-giant that took Harry away from the ruins of Potter manor eleven years ago."

Jon looked at the figure revealed in the glasses. When Hagrid appeared just now, he didn’t look at it. When it came to how Hagrid appeared, it was only after seeing the magic factors dissipating in the air begin to gather that Hagrid was here.

It shouldn’t be Disapparation. Hagrid dropped out of school during the Third Year. There should be no way to learn such a profound spell. But logically, Hagrid is already over 60 years old. Although magic is forbidden, But learning magic is not impossible.

Oh, Disapparation Ministry of Magic has records, so it should not be Disapparation.

Is that a flying motorcycle?

I didn't hear the sound, Jon thought, it should be some kind of flying magic, otherwise there is no way to explain it.

But while he was thinking about it, Joanne had put down the telescope and turned back to the house.

Jon felt the barrier shrink suddenly. He raised his hand and glanced at the time. The pointer pointed to twelve o'clock. It should be Hagrid who started smashing the door.

He waved wand to disperse the surrounding barriers, turned and walked into the cabin, and at a glance he saw Joanne sitting at the table with pen and paper and a radio in front of him.

"What are you doing?"

He asked Joanne, who was tuning the radio.

"Monitor, don’t you just install a monitor, do you?"

Joanne adjusted the radio without raising her head, knowing that there was no more sand coming out of it. The sound of Shala was replaced by the sound of snoring.

"What did you put the new bug on?"

"Mrs. Dursley's clothes, it was put on this morning." Joanne complained: " It’s really difficult. If it’s not that I can’t get up quickly, and the monitor has to be turned on here first."

Jon ignored the investigator’s complaint and sat down and listened. The voice over there.

If you can’t watch the live broadcast, it’s good to listen to the live broadcast.

……

Harry stood in front of Dudley and watched the pointer on the watch jump a few times. After twelve, he said a happy birthday to himself, Ready to go back to sleep.

Then he just turned around when he heard a loud noise coming from behind him.

The whole cabin shook because of the loud noise, and Harry stared at the door, where something seemed to be breaking in.

Then there was another beating of the door, and everyone in the room finally woke up this time.

Harry heard Dudley muttering "What sound?", and then saw his uncle crawling out of the room holding the gun and rolling it out, aiming the gun at the door.

"Who is outside?"

Mr. Dursley screamed inwardly: "I warn you, I have a gun!"

It was quiet outside for a while.

Then the door ka-cha fell down from the door frame with a sound, and it slammed into a fishy anger.

The silhouette behind the door is also exposed, but the human head cannot be seen.

But Harry saw it right away, because the head was lowered and squeezed in through the door.

It was a man as tall as a hill, with thick beard and tousled hair almost covering his face, and under the lush hair, a pair of black beetle-like eyes were gleaming.

The giant finally squeezed into the room. He arched his waist so that his head had just scratched the ceiling.

Then he stooped to pick up the door panel, and installed the door on the door frame with no difficulty.

With him blocking here, the sound of the storm outside seems to be reduced.

Harry watched the man turn around with difficulty, and then said: "Can you give us a cup of hot tea? It's not easy to walk like this..."

His voice is a bit louder than Mr. Dursley and Dudley combined, and when he walked to the sofa, Dudley was obviously frightened.