Crazy, Peter felt that either the world was crazy or he was crazy.

How could that guy named Ernie Scamander be so kind?

Appearance defects have a great impact on people, living in contempt and malicious ridicule since childhood, most people will become cowardly and inferior, and a small number of people will become extreme and crazy.

There are very few people who can cultivate a strong heart, and if they are given the opportunity, they will achieve impressive results.

Obviously, Peter was not a very few, not a minority, not even a majority.

He is a combination of all three, and it cannot be said that he is inhuman, but in Peter's life, all reason takes the upper hand in mind about himself.

Because in his childhood, except for his mother, no one would care about him and love him, and as for admiration, appreciation, respect, friendliness and other eyes, they were never invested in him.

It wasn't until his 11th birthday that an owl flew through his window, and a stocky little wizard appeared in the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

Cyris Black, James Potter, Remus Lupin, he first learned what a friend was, and that time was Peter's happiest days.

Maybe Peter once stood on the tower and silently told himself that he didn't have a choice before, but now he wanted to be a good man.

Unfortunately, it is often not the sharing of the tailwind that determines the fate, but the perseverance in adversity.

If he hadn't met Voldemort, he would probably have been smiling for the rest of his life.

But there are no ifs in reality, and life needs to be decided. Whether to choose the left or the right is ultimately up to you, and all the luck and misfortune must also be borne by yourself.

Wrong decisions hurt others and oneself, and correct decisions may not necessarily harm oneself and others.

Complaining about the injustice of the world, blaming sentient beings for their indifference, hating themselves for being incompetent, but what is the use of all this in a damn war?

People, wizards and Muggles, are just dolls of fate.

All fortunes are determined by heaven, and it is not up to anyone.

That's what Peter thought, the self-consolation of a timid loser.

As long as he firmly believes in the above, he can rest assured that he will blame fate for all his mistakes.

Therefore, Peter confessed the evil in his heart, but he was not ashamed, he was just forced to helpless!

In fact, this poor-looking, short and fat man is not completely without conscience, when facing those who are kind and willing to pay, he thinks that he is respectful on the surface, but his heart is full of disdain and ridicule, but in fact, in the deeper part of his soul, there will also be a trace of envy and admiration that he is not even aware of.

When he heard Ani standing outside the door and greeted him with concern, he even had a thought for a moment - if it wasn't Voldemort who appeared in front of him that year, but someone like Ani......

But then the strange fluorescence shining through the door replaced all the words floating in Peter's heart with foul language.

"Thank you, Professor Scamander, for your kindness, but I just want to be alone for a while."

"Well, as you wish, sir. Remember to call me when you need help, goodbye."

With a handful of black wool, Ani left the door of Peter's office contentedly. However, unexpectedly, there were still a few small white wool sticks mixed with him, which made him know Peter better.

The human mind is labelled as complex, not only because of the chaos of thoughts that fill it, but also because even the human mind itself cannot fully understand the thoughts inside.

Even without Peter's refusal, Ani didn't have time to continue "playing" with him, and just as he was radiating the power of purification, a silver-white bird landed on his shoulder.

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London, Little Whinging, 12 Burton Street.

Vernon tensed and glanced out the window, the street was empty, with no cars, no pedestrians, and no uninvited guests.

The pendulum swayed with great effort to get the two lazy hands to move exactly where they were going.

Seventy-six minutes, this is the time, for this pendulum keeps "clicking", as if to say, "

Behold, it's all my work." 藲礿尛裞網

It's housewife's time, and only Penny is still busy in the kitchen, and the symphony of pots and pans comes at the same time, and the sound of fierce firefights in the activity room.

"Two little bunnies."

Listening to the children's inexplicable shouts, Vernon habitually took a sip, but his back, which was about to break, suddenly relaxed.

Sniffing at the smell of family happiness, Vernon touched his waistline, which had lost at least three feet, and convinced himself that a temporary visitor might not be so scary.

And just then, the doorbell rang.

Vernon opened the door and saw a warm smiling face.

Maybe it's the universal language of the smile, maybe it's the young face, or maybe it's Ani's regular attire, which makes the visitor look completely different from Vernon's impression of the mad wizard.

In short, Vernon suddenly stopped being nervous.

Even though he had confirmed that no one had walked down the street, so what? Wizards have some strange methods, but it's normal.

Since the ice of their relationship with Harry broke, the wizard's creations have really improved the lives of the Dursleys, and they have stopped resisting magic since they received the benefits.

How many of the things people hate are because they can't ask for them? No one can say for sure.

"Professor Scamander?"

Vernon looked at the young man in front of him, and there seemed to be an indescribable bearing in the other party, which made his tone unconsciously carry a bit of respect.

"Hello, Mr. Dursley. I'm Ainias Scamander, and I'm sorry to bother."

Ani stretched out his right hand and shook Vernon's hand, and the proper etiquette made Vernon's impression of him add to the point.

With a smile on his face, Mr. Dursley realized that he had shown a friendly attitude towards a strange wizard when they first met.

It's incredible!

What's even more incredible is that Vernon knows that he will soon take the initiative to ask this "weirdo" from his past memories to enter his family.

If someone had told him all this two years ago, he would have thought that either the other person was crazy or he was crazy.

Now he's not crazy, but he's made a difference, and Vernon believes it's going to make his life better.

Dalí's strong body, Penny's disappearing crow's feet, and his belly that has returned to the slightly chubby world are all endorsing his transformation.

It turns out that many of the world's barriers, including the prejudices inherent in the human heart, are vulnerable to real benefits.

"It's our pleasure to have you here, please come in, Professor Scamander."

Vernon stepped back and stepped out of the doorway, drawing his eyes to the place he had been protecting, and the next moment the strange wizard would enter his home.

He hopes that this will not be a wrong decision, he hopes that his family can live a good life, he hopes that the family relationship will last forever and will be more mellow, he wants to ......

In fact, Mr. Dursley didn't trust Anie, and he didn't trust Harry before, but now he was willing to believe in the child he had raised since he was a child, and he was willing to tentatively get in touch with the fears and yearnings of the past.

Time will tell him that his trust was not wrong.

Hopefully, it's a good thing.

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