trainer at hogwarts

Then why don't we go... This thought flashed through Morris' mind. He shook his head quickly, no, it's rare to prepare to go out. If you don't go, there is a high probability that this matter will be dealt with next. Forgot.

Although he didn't know where Harry's school was, Morris was ready to wait for him near his home.

No. 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey... This is an address engraved deep in my memory.

Morris had enough money to hail a taxi and took it all the way to the gate of the community.

There was a small courtyard near Harry's house, or specifically the Dursley's house. Maurice frowned and sat on the swing, wondering what he was thinking.

"Master?" The illusion shrouded the whole body and turned into a housekeeper-like Gardevoir standing aside. "Master, is there anything unhappy about you?"

"I suddenly thought of the plots in the previous movies." Morris said, "Cloudy days, strong winds, and dementors. Sometimes I think about how dangerous this world would be without you. But in the original timeline, Harry I need to face this alone. Thinking about it this way, I feel embarrassed to trick him."

Gardevoir glanced at the sun hanging brightly in the sky. She couldn't understand what her master said, but she believed it unconditionally.

"It's just a dementor. If the master doesn't want to see those things, just let the crystal lantern fire spirit eat more."

Morris jumped off the swing and shook his head: "It's not the time yet."

The current situation of the dementors is still in Azkaban. If the crystal lanterns are allowed to take care of them now, all those dark wizards and monsters will come out, and the world will be in chaos.

Before Harry enters Hogwarts, he is already being targeted by a mysterious organization, and the plot has become complicated and confusing. But if possible, Morris didn't want to change too much of the original plot. After all, it was too tiring to spend his own brain cells thinking about the future route.

"I hope I can refer to it a little more." Morris sighed.

Gardevoir didn't answer. She didn't believe much about Maurice's previous life at first, until she came to this world...

It turns out that there is a world without elves but with wizards.

so amazing.

Morris looked at the watch on his wrist. Well, it was a quarter past three in the afternoon.

It stands to reason that children who do not have much campus life at this time should go home.

So Maurice moved to sit on the lawn in front of the Dursley's house, waiting for Harry to come home.

After a while, Morris, who had lost his dream, finally came back to life from his petrified state.

"You're finally back." Morris said quietly.

Harry was startled and saw someone sitting in front of his house from a distance, but he didn't expect that the unusual guy was waiting for him.

"You, you are?"

"Huh? We haven't seen each other for more than half a year, and you've completely forgotten me?" Maurice stared at him, "Your memory is too bad."

"Uh..." Harry scratched his head, "Well, I seem to have forgotten..."

Morris rolled his eyes and got up from the lawn: "Morris Hill, Easter, amusement park, toilet door, gave you a bird, do you remember?"

"Chirp!" Hedwig, disguised as a hat, jumped up as soon as she heard the familiar voice.

How could this hateful guy forget that he actually let the great Lady Hedwig act as an ugly and stupid owl as a preliminary messenger? This kind of thing is simply inhumane!

Maurice naturally ignored the chirping bird. If it caused a noise, it would be a joke to others.

Harry suddenly realized: "Ah! I remembered it. Thank you for sending me Hedwig. If it weren't for him, I might..."

So, so, so, so, Harry kept buzzing excitedly.

It was like seeing a lifesaver.

Calling him a lifesaver is a bit too much, but it is undeniable that after having Hedwig, he gradually had his own social life, and he no longer wanted to be targeted by Dudley at home as before.

In short, I can barely live a human life.

Morris couldn't help but lament that some lucky European emperors were at the starting line as soon as they were born. No matter in terms of appearance, family, life, etc., they lack everything. You may even have an enviable cheating life.

like me.

How difficult it would have been if I had been reincarnated in an orphanage or in a family like Harry's...

"It's okay, your life will be very colorful in the future." Morris smiled at Harry, "How about it, do you want to go out and play?"

"Huh?" Harry was a little confused.

Maurice kept a distance from Harry. He didn't dare to get too close to Harry, as he would be annoyed if the mark on him came to him again.

"You also said that your two relatives came back very late, so it's okay to go out for fun. Your cousin didn't come back either."

"But I still have to take care of the housework..."

"It's not a big deal. They can't tell if you don't clean up once in a while." Morris's lies came out of his mouth, "Let's go, let's go, I'll take you to eat something delicious."

Harry was a little tempted by what he said and couldn't resist Maurice's enthusiasm, so he reluctantly went with him.

The two of them left the community and wandered around. Morris rolled his eyes and came up with a good idea.

"Harry, do you want to open the door to the new world?"

"What is that...?"

"Just say whether you want it or not."

"Uh, think?"

"Be sure!"

"Think!"

"Okay, this is what you said~"

"...?"

"Maurice, why do I feel like you are trying to trick me?"

"That's your illusion, illusion!"

Morris raised the corners of his mouth slightly and took Harry in a taxi to the Leaky Cauldron.

As the saying goes: It is better to teach a man to fish than to teach him to fish.

So the best way to protect Harry is to make him stronger.

Morris: "Harry, can you show me the scar on your head?"

Harry was surprised: "How do you know I have a scar on my head?"

Morris: "I know everything."

Harry thought of Maurice's dirty tricks when they first met, so he believed his lies. Lifting the bangs in front of his forehead, he revealed a lightning-like scar.

There's a Voldemort hiding in here! Morris admired it carefully for a few minutes, and then said, "Harry, remember, never show this scar."

"Huh?"

"Listen to me." Morris said seriously.

Harry nodded blankly: "Okay."

"Also, I can't call you Harry next, and you can't let others know your name." Morris dragged his chin, "What do you think of little James?"

Harry: "...?"

Taxi driver: Are all the kids so good at it now?