Harry hated nothing more than the month before the summer vacation.

He couldn't cast a spell.

Advanced potions also require the use of magic.

He couldn't do anything.

He could only read theoretical books, and Professor Flitwick sent him a batch with a letter hoping that he would be able to go to the Burrow this year and enjoy a happy summer vacation.

But Professor Flitwick's expectations were disappointed.

After winning the Grand Prize from the Daily Prophet and receiving a large amount of compensation from Malfoy, the Weasleys decided to leave for Egypt during the last month of the summer vacation, when Harry was confined at his aunt's house, and warmly invited Harry.

Harry didn't say yes.

He wants to train with Professor Flitwick, and there is still a lot of room for him to grow.

The "Horcrux" thing, like a boulder, pressed down on his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Hedwig hasn't been very busy this summer.

Hermione finally remembered that there was something called "telephone" in this world, and they could communicate with it easily, quickly, and clearly.

Hedwig was very satisfied with this, and when she was free, she often chased Petunia all day long, asking her to cook owl rations for herself.

This year's summer vacation hasn't been too difficult.

The Dursleys' attitude towards him improved considerably.

Dudley's attitude towards Harry has changed the most.

Although he didn't dare to disturb Harry while he was reading, he was enthusiastic during the meal and asked if there was any potion that would make him more handsome.

"Harry, are you in love at that school?" Dudley took the knife and fork, trying to be as elegant as he could, "I've talked about it three times. ”

"I also took the little hands of four little girls."

"I almost kissed one of them, if it weren't for the damn teacher......"

Penny listened with relish.

Every mother loves to see her son show his charm.

"You remind me of one of my professors." Harry swallowed the fried fish in his mouth and whispered.

Dudley was curious.

Harry continued, "He loves to be in relationships with students, and like you, he has been in relationships three times a semester. ”

Fei Nong frowned: "Scum, scum!" Can't there be a little normal person in that group of weird guys? ”

Dudley didn't have any specific impression of "teacher-student love", and his eyes were still enthusiastic: "And then?" How's it going? ”

"Exploded." Harry was succinct.

Dudley was stunned.

Harry was kind enough to slowly raise his fist from the table, rising to Dudley's eyes, and slamming his fingers open, "Bang, explode like fireworks." ”

Dudley shuddered.

Fernon and Penny looked horrified.

"Don't scare Dudley, he's not like you freaks." Fernon twisted his body and slammed his fork into the fried fish.

"I'm not kidding." Harry withdrew his hand, "It really blew up." ”

Penny swallowed hard, "Lily didn't tell me that Hogwarts would be so dangerous. ”

Dudley's face turned pale: "Love... Is it such a scary thing to fall in love? ”

Harry recalled.

The bed that was thrown out by Ye Naifa and almost smashed his head, nodded with palpitations: "It's okay with one person, if it's with more than one, it's really dangerous." ”

"Not really!" Femnon glared, wanting to explain, telling his old affair and correcting his son's concept, "My dear Dudley, you need to know ...... man"

Penny snorted softly, the knife cut the fried fish into small pieces, and said softly: "What should a man do?" ”

"Men have to be single-minded." Fernon immediately changed his face and said seriously, "Harry is right, if you are half-hearted in love, it will really explode." ”

Dudley's face turned pale.

He wouldn't have believed this kind of nonsense before, how could a good person suddenly explode?

Until...

He meets Harry, and he sees magic.

In the young boy's heart, there is a shadow that he can't solve the arithmetic problem.

A month is a quick time.

Flitwick arrived on time to pick up Harry, he looked up at his student and sighed, "Harry, you should go on a good trip and relax." ”

"Professor, this is not the time to relax, you know, Tom." Harry shook his head, dragging his suitcase.

Flitwick raised his wand.

Harry's face changed: "Is it a knight bus again?" ”

"Can you change it?"

Flitwick was expressionless: "No. ”

Half a day later.

Harry dropped his suitcase and the conductor off the rider's bus.

"Hey, I'm not your baggage." The conductor bared his teeth and expressed dissatisfaction.

Harry apologized insincerely, "Sorry, dizzy, misunderstood. ”

"You're taking revenge on me, Mr. Potter." The conductor stood up with his waist on his shoulder, "When you sit again next year, I'll surprise you a little." ”

"You know me?" Harry tilted his head back.

The conductor pointed to his eyes: "Lion-like eyes, easy to recognize." ”

"I recommend that you re-enroll in your studies." Harry's tone was sincere.

The conductor was stunned.

Harry continued, "Lions have round pupils, and those vertical pupils are cats or snakes. ”

"Really?" The conductor was a little unconvinced, he took out his wand, turned the chocolate in his hand into a Gryffindor House badge, and looked closely, his tone became surprised, "Really! ”

"The lion's pupils are really round."

He felt that his worldview had been somewhat broken, and according to Muggles, weren't lions felines?

Harry ignored him, felt he had recovered a little, and dragged his luggage towards Godric's Hollow.

As always, have a drink at the bar.

"Harry, I think we'll have to rest for a few days." After a glass of whiskey, Flitwick suggested, "You've only been on vacation for a month......

"Professor, I don't need much break." Harry looked serious, "At my aunt's house, I haven't touched magic in a month. ”

Flitwick stopped talking, sighed, and muffled everything he wanted to say in his wine.

He felt that he would have to ask Dumbledore for another month's salary, the double-pay kind!

"How's Ragnark doing?" Harry asked.

Flitwick shook his head: "He's not having a good time, after you reported it last time, he was raided, it was a big surprise." ”

"Except for the few weapons he struck."

"And found a lot of weapons, armor, and even half a wand that he had hoarded a long time ago."

"Half a wand?" Harry wondered, "What's the use of that?" ”

"It's useless, but the wizards think it's a provocation." Flitwick said this, with some embarrassment, "An inhuman race, still thinking of having a wand. ”

"He should still be alive, right?" Harry was a little worried.

Flitwick nodded: "Of course, he is still alive, and his life is even better, with the help of the Ministry of Magic, he opened a blacksmith shop." ”

On the word "help", he bites extremely hard.

"That's great." Harry nodded, "I've stockpiled a lot of materials. ”

(End of chapter)