" Harry," said Fred, who had come up to him again with perseverance, grinning cheekily." It's not like Gryffindor to be too polite. You should be more lively. Think about it. Go back to your Muggle relatives 'house and create some interesting surprises for them. It's a good way to relax during the boring holidays."”
Harry shook his head and said,"No, they wouldn't like surprises like that. []”
She lowered her head and muttered,"I don't want to be locked in a cupboard on an empty stomach again."”
Fred looked at him in astonishment and said,"What did you say? What do you mean by locked in the cupboard?"
Harry looked up, blinked, and said matter-of-factly to Fred,"If you do something wrong, you have to be punished! My aunt and the others don't like children playing pranks.”
"But..." said Fred, wide-eyed and incredulous."How could they keep you in the cupboard? Just for some prank?"
Harry waved his hand and said,"No, I'm not that naughty. Usually, it was because they did not do a good job that they were punished.”
Angelina and Fred exchanged a look, and she said to Harry in a very curious voice with a gentle smile,"But Harry, you're so good, what could you have done wrong?”
Harry blushed and said sheepishly,"I used to be clumsy. I couldn't wash my clothes properly, and when I cooked, I would fry the eggs. I couldn't even clean the lawn properly. But…" He puffed out his chest and said proudly," I'm doing very well at home now. Er-what's wrong with you?"
The team members 'expressions were very ugly. Their black faces were as dark as the dark clouds outside the window. A few students who were doing their homework at the side also paused and stared at him in disbelief.
said Harry nervously,"Did I say something wrong?”
Angelina patted him on the shoulder and said in a low voice,"No, you're not wrong. Harry, why did they make a little boy do the housework? If you don't do well, you'll be punished? This is too much!"
Harry scratched his head and asked, puzzled,"Is this wrong? Just like what my uncle said, I eat their food, wear their clothes, and live their lives. I should do some housework to compensate them.”
Katie Bell, the team's other Chaser, jumped up and shrieked,"Of course not, that's abuse, do they think you're a house-elf?”
"Harry, we all thought you were doing well.”
Wood's face was as dark as water, but there seemed to be two balls of fire burning in his eyes. There was an irrepressible annoyance in his tone.
"Yeah, I asked the adults where you were when I was a kid, and my father said Dumbledore sent you to your Muggle relatives and wouldn't let wizards visit you until you came to Hogwarts.”
said George,"Supposedly it's to keep you safe from the Death Eaters.”
Harry nodded and said,"Yeah, I'm fine, aren't I?”
"But," said Angelina, grinding her teeth,"you shouldn't have lived like that, Harry. You defeated You-Know-Who and saved the entire wizarding world. You ended the darkest and most terrifying era. You are the most qualified person to grow up happily. What right do they have to-"
George smiled sinisterly." I'll go with you to visit those people during the holidays."”
"Don't worry, Harry," said Fred,"I'll show them what happens when they bully you.”
Wood actually nodded and said," Leave this kind of thing to Weasley. They are more experienced."”
A pack of angry lion cubs together could be very lethal. Would they join forces and tear down the Dursleys 'house?
Harry said, tilting his head,"You don't have to do that. My aunt and her family are Muggles and they hate wizards the most. They hate anything unusual. Even so, they still took me in and raised me. I don't think there's anything to complain about.”
The expressions of the people around them softened slightly.
Katie said,"Dumbledore's headmaster's office would be flooded with howls if anyone else knew how the Boy Who Lived grew up.”
Harry's eyes were slowly turning red as he whispered,"I don't know what happened back then, but I really don't like the term 'boy who survived a great disaster. Voldemort killed my parents but failed to kill me. It's nothing to be proud of.”
There was silence in the common room. Wiping away his shaky tears, Harry mumbled,"Sorry, I want to rest.”
He didn't care about the expressions of the people behind him. He rushed back to the dormitory quickly and didn't even change out of his pajamas. He lifted the blanket and crawled in.
In the darkness, Harry's eyes were by no means as sad as they had imagined. His glittering green eyes shone with a light of delight and anticipation.
Although he was a little suspicious of taking advantage of others 'sympathy, he was not lying, was he? Who knew the original Harry? Potter had been tortured to death by the Dursleys, and he would never, ever object to anyone making trouble for that.
Gryffindor had never been one to keep his words to himself, and judging by the speed at which Hogwarts gossip was spreading, it would not be long before everyone knew that Harry Potter was the only one who had ever spoken. Potter's tragic childhood? Very good. Compared to the identity of a " savior " that some people envied, some admired, and even more people were jealous of, he would rather be treated as a pitiful little girl who had lived under someone else's roof since he was young.
It was only a matter of time before the parents heard about it, and he did not believe that James and Lily had only made two friends. Old Deng, goodbye to your leisurely life of drinking tea and watching movies. I'm afraid you'll have to spend a lot of time explaining to others the need for the boy to survive to experience setbacks and hardships.
It would be best if Remus, whose whereabouts are unknown, could be found? And Lupin, well, he'd been at Hogwarts all this time and that guy hadn't even visited his old friend's son. He had been thinking of finding time to study werewolves and help Lupin with his 'little furry problem.'
As he thought about it, two blurry faces appeared in his mind.
"Daddy, Mommy…"
Harry muttered, his eyes calm again.
It was going to be the first holiday after he entered school. How could he let others ruin it?
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The effect of the conversation that night was quite obvious.
No one ever mentioned the term "Boy Who Lived" in front of Harry in that envious tone again. A certain reckless Slytherin had barely opened his mouth when he was silenced by the murderous glares around him, and Fred and George dragged him away, one on each side. He didn't know what exactly George was talking about, but Harry never saw the man again.
Hermione was no longer angry with them, either, and naturally joined them in their revision one evening, and Harry breathed a small sigh of relief that he did not have to deal with so many people on his own.
Snape continued to ignore Harry, and "Horrifying Potions" was finally reduced to "Disgusting Potions" again.
Lefay had shown up in the common room one night, weeping on behalf of all the house-elves in the kitchen, to make sure Harry was well groomed. From then on, Harry's favorite snacks on the table far exceeded other foods in both quantity and quality. As for the increase in the food budget of Hogwarts, he decided to leave it to the Headmaster to worry about.
Inside Hagrid's cabin, the giant, whose eyes were brimming with tears and snot, handed him a delicate photo album.
Harry opened it. It was full of pictures of wizards, their young faces devoid of any gloominess. James and Lily were smiling at him, waving and kissing little Harry next to them.
The album snapped shut, and Harry closed his eyes, feeling himself shaking.
What the hell was he upset about?! These people clearly had nothing to do with him. Could it be the instinctive reaction of this body when it saw its loved ones? She actually cried. Seriously, it was so embarrassing!!!
Hagrid looked at him sadly and said,"Harry, your parents wouldn't want to see you sad like this. It's halloween, cheer up, let's go back to the castle.”
Harry opened his eyes, smiled at Hagrid, and said,"Let's go."
The restaurant was decorated in a spectacular manner. More than a thousand bats were circling in the air, and the candlelight was flickering under their wings. The golden plates on the long table were filled with sumptuous dishes, just like the feast at the beginning of school.
Harry, Neville, and Ron were discussing dessert tastes when George and Fred came over.
George sat down next to Harry with a strange smile and said in a low voice,"Do you know? It was unknown who had played a prank on the two professors just now.”
Fred said,"Professor Flitwick was swallowed by a giant pumpkin, and Professor Quirrell, he was surrounded by bats as soon as he left the classroom, and he didn't even have time to pull out his wand before he fell down the stairs and twisted his ankle-Madam Pomfrey said he'd have to stay in bed for a few days, poor Quirrell, he'd have to spend the holidays in the infirmary.”
Harry swallowed his food, blinked, and whispered,"Is this the surprise you prepared? Will there be trouble?"
George rubbed his head and said unwillingly,""We really didn't do it this time.”
Fred said,"That pumpkin eating thing was so great, why didn't we think of it?”
George waved his fist and said confidently,""I must find that guy. It's too interesting.”
"Yeah, we didn't realize there were people at Hogwarts who were just as interested in pranks as we were-first years, perhaps?”
Harry shrugged and continued to enjoy his snack.
What a wonderful holiday.
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