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Watching the gloom over London finally dissipate, festive flowers, countless owls, and even meteor showers, a celebratory atmosphere comparable to the aftermath of World War II instantly fills the country. Everything is gone, and everything will be better, except for the ruins in the valley of the High Conce, the man who has lost everything in Spidertail Alley, and the baby in swaddling clothes lying on the cold slab at the door of the house at No. 4 Privet Road.

In the bar, people in all kinds of fancy clothes raised their glasses to celebrate, wishing Harry Potter, the boy who never died.

Nearly a decade later, like any other town in the UK, the only thing that can be news about Privet Road, which has barely seen much change, is that the long-abandoned old house is actually inhabited. The newly moved courteous siblings brought some exquisite gifts from France to the neighborhood of Privet Road. Even with Aunt Penny's pickiness, she often had to praise the siblings at home.

Only the indigenous people who have lived on Privet Road for generations will occasionally have heard their grandfather or great-grandfather tell the story of the benevolent Swift family in the house, how he helped people in two successive world wars, provided wartime defense guidance and life help, and left Privet Road for the European continent in the middle and late stages of World War II.

For the emaciated boy with jet-black hair and a pair of emerald green eyes who lived at No. 4 Privet Road, his nearly ten years of gray childhood finally had a glimmer of brightness.

"I remember that day all my life, on a clear sunny day with a few clouds, when the breeze blew and opened the door of the house at No. 4 Privet Road, the voice of Sister Alice, dressed in a fine and luxurious dress, the fragrance of her hair floating in the breeze, and her smile, like a top painter instantly coloring my world, oh, what do you say about the impression of Halfwise Wise beside her? Of course, when Mr. Harry Potter, the sublime savior, described this in an interview N years later, he was distressed to find that his schedule for the next month or so was filled with all kinds of time-consuming and meaningless junk work, which made his second interview have to fall through.

Back in 1989, between Swift's fame and the high-end perfume in her hands, Aunt Petunia allowed Harry Potter classmates to visit Swift's mansion without disturbing others.

Harry came to Swift Manor excitedly and a little reservedly, with a silky fountain inside the gate, a two-person tall green garden, and a simple stone path. The main building of the historic old manor house sits right at the end of the road. He was fascinated by it, whether it was the mysterious old mansion, the gentle sister Alice, the seemingly omniscient Sivin Lowe Swift who was only two years older than him, and the delicious food and snacks that his sister conjured, which made little Harry seem to have a feeling of calling home that he had never felt before.

Returned to a home that seemed to have not changed in ten years, and could scarcely see anything that would indicate the existence of a second boy besides Dulled Desley. Harry silently walked back to his room, the room on the second floor that was almost full of Dudley's cousin's broken toys, televisions, and other miscellaneous items that could be used as storage rooms. However, this was on his birthday last year, because of Syvin's visit, Aunt Vernon and Aunt Penny were not embarrassed to say that they had locked Harry in a small closet, and decided to move his residence to the second floor on the impromptu basis, of course, for this matter, Dudley had been making trouble for a whole week.

Harry lay on the bed, as if remembering the previous conversation, and as he drank the afternoon tea that Sister Alice had prepared, he poured out everything in a somewhat low voice. In his feelings, in addition to not directly causing physical harm to him, his uncle's family did not seem to have left all kinds of cold violence and abuse.

But Siwen had a different opinion-"Harry, no matter what you think of your aunt and uncle, I have to say that compared to Dudley, they are not very good, but they are not bad, you must know that your parents or acquaintances have not left any inheritance or child support to them, even if they are reluctant and complain, they have been raising you for ten years and bringing you up." You've never seen that orphanage in town, and how many people have even kicked them out after getting their pensions and inheritances. ”

Harry couldn't help but hesitate, and when he thought about it, everything that Sywin said was correct.

Well, Harry looked at the calendar, the annual catastrophe had come again, Dudley's birthday...... Harry silently fried the eggs, watching his cousin, with his ruddy, velvety face as he laboriously tugged at his fingers, which were thicker than the sausages in his frying pan, laboriously counting the number of gifts.

When Harry arrived at the restaurant with a pan of salted sausage and omelette, he heard the eruption of his cousin complaining about why there were only 36 gifts this year, one less than last year. Harry quietly glanced at his watch, perhaps the only thing he could get his hands on, the gift that Brother Sywin had given him for his birthday last year.

"What's the matter, little Harry, I heard you made a big birthday memory for your cousin?" asked Sivin, who was returning home from vacation, looking at Harry Potter who had come to visit.

"Oh, don't mention it, Siwen, it was a nightmare, I almost thought I would be locked up in a bedroom on the second floor until I died. ”

Harry was clearly reluctant to recall the incident. He looked at Xiwen, who had always been so gentle and calm, with some depression or depression, as if nothing could make him have mood swings, "Aunt Petunia said that I will go to the public school in the town in the second half of the year. Brother Xiwen, you must be in some aristocratic school that is difficult to get into. ”

Xiwen shook his head when he heard this, little Harry Potter, he didn't know what he was going to face.

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"What are you looking at?" gently kept the graceful figure standing in front of the window from behind.

Alice turned her head to look, a smile appeared on her handsome face, and pointed out the window, "Look, Owl Storm, I haven't seen it for a long time, I remember that when the Polish Ministry of Magic asked for appeasement policy, the British and French Ministry of Magic didn't send so many owls to deal with Grindelwald." ”

Looking at the overwhelming owls and the rain of letters that were crammed into any crevice of the house with the precision of a arrow, Xiwen spread his hands: "Sa, who called little Harry the child of destiny, the star of the future, the savior of the world." ”

Siwen walked back to his desk and picked up what he had been reading, the letter in his hand, "Ah, I still have to write a reply, it seems that Miss Beaver is a little confused about her future." ”

Looking at the back of Siwen leaving, Alice remembered the girl in the distance, the girl with lovely silver hair and blue eyes as clear as water. She didn't know what would happen in the future, but there was a hint of coldness in Alice's bright eyes, some things were enough to appear once, and if someone hurt him again, then no matter who it was, no matter what it was, no matter why, she would completely destroy the other party.

Late July.

On the other side of England, the daughter staggered down and snatched the letter from her mother's hand, listening to the daughter who ran back to her boudoir first shouted happily because she received the mail, but then let out all kinds of unladylike curses in the house, Mrs. Granger shook her head helplessly, but with a little joy. Because of her daughter's excellent grades and a little too arrogant, the girl was not considered a friend during school. But since she started sending letters and getting pen pals, she seems to be a lot more cheerful, oh, of course, occasionally screaming in anger as she does now.

After a while, the little girl walked out, the blush on her face had not yet receded, she looked at her mother and father with a mysterious smile, the blush on the girl's face seemed to be even stronger, and she hesitated.

"Mom, Dad, on the 31st, I want to go to Diagon Alley to buy the things and some reference books that the notice says I need this semester. ”

"Isn't that pen pal of yours reading enough?" said Mrs. Granger, teasing.

"Oops, Mom!" "The red-faced little bun Lori Hermione turned around and ran back to her room.

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The rough seas of last night, the sky with lightning and thunder, seem to be calm and full of sunshine today. When Harry realized that what he had experienced was not a dream, something called hope filled his chest. But it didn't take long......

Hagrid, who finally woke up, looked at Harry, who seemed to be low, "We'd better leave early.Harry, I still have a lot of things to do today, I need to go to London to buy you all the things you need to go to school." ”

Harry looked at the small bronze nut in his hand and pondered. The hope that had just gathered in my breast was sprinkled again.

"Well, Hagrid, I don't have any money, you heard from Uncle Vernon last night that he wouldn't pay me to learn magic. ”

When he heard that his parents had left him an inheritance, little Harry couldn't believe it, "but their house is in ruins"

"Wizards don't usually keep their gold in their homes, except for a few conservative wizards, Harry! Hagrid put the sausages in his pocket on the fireplace, and as the flames licked, the smell of meat came out, "Have a sausage, it tastes good cold - and a piece of your birthday cake is even better." ”

"The wizard actually has a bank?"

"Of course, it is said that there were similar money shops in the East in ancient times, but Gringotts was opened by goblins. ”

"Elves?" Harry's eyes widened, magic was already magical, and now he heard all sorts of non-human creatures.

"More precisely, the greedy dwarf goblins, not the pretty, tall, sexy High Elves you imagine, nor the little fairies that Peter Pan met in your fairy tales. “

Hagrid slipped the grilled sausage into his mouth and grunted.

"They don't like greedy little things, but they do have two brushes for guarding money and treasure. However, it was only after the goblin wars known as the meat grinders of humanoids that they became honest. Let's go, the history of the wizarding world is too long, and if we continue to talk about it, we may not be able to finish it for three days and three nights. If you are interested, you can visit the Hogwarts Library in the future. ”

July 31st

Different starting points, the same destination, the Grangers, Swift, Harry Potter and Hagrid, the three groups left their respective residences and headed towards London, Diagon Alley.