trainer at hogwarts

On Christmas Eve, as he was about to turn out the lights, Morris received a letter.

There was only a very simple sentence written on it: I think I may not be able to bear it anymore.

Gardevoir came over to take a look, frowned and said, "Harry?"

Morris smiled bitterly: "This unlucky child may have been greatly stimulated, but at this stage he still has to rely on his hopeless relatives. Lily Potter's protective magic on him only works when he lives there. Useful. We can't keep an eye on Harry all the time, and Voldemort has already been strengthened, so it's still unclear what he looks like."

Gardevoir nodded: "Then what does the master think we should do?"

"It's not easy for Harry to solve that family, but we have to make him understand that he can't solve that family now." Morris rubbed his brows, "I don't know if he is suitable to know the story of his parents now. ”

"Master asked him to learn magic, why didn't he tell him? He will have to face these things sooner or later." Gardevoir didn't understand.

"Now let him know about Voldemort, let him know that there is a father-killing enemy that he cannot defeat who has always wanted to kill him, and if he wants to survive, he has to stay in the Dursley family. Their family is your protection?" Mo. Reese said speechlessly, everyone would be fucked if this matter was left to anyone.

The people who have bullied you for more than ten years have actually been protecting you. Although they don't know that they are protecting you, they do protect you.

Gardevoir didn't insist anymore: "Okay, so complicated..."

"Tsk, actually it's all the grudges of the previous generation." Maurice got up from the bed and complained. The unlucky child still had to be comforted. "It's a big holiday. If I had known there would be problems, I would have picked him up and followed us. Let's live together."

"Master, do you want to write a reply?" Gardevoir picked up a piece of clothing and put it on him, then walked to the desk and prepared paper and pen.

Morris sat on the chair, picked up the pen and turned it around in his hand.

"...I always feel that language at this time is feeble."

Gardevoir stood aside silently. To be fair, she couldn't see it, but this matter was not something she could decide, and the consequences involved would be too troublesome.

With a long sigh, Morris finally put pen to paper.

"Let Frozen Bird rush to deliver it to Dumbledore tonight." Morris said.

"Dumbledore?" Gardevoir's hand paused.

Morris threw the clothes aside and crawled back onto the bed: "This is too fucked up, I don't care. By the way, Duoduo, can you give Harry a good dream?"

Gardevoir nodded slightly: "I'll try my best."

…………

Hogwarts.

During the Christmas holiday, most students went back to their homes, and some professors also went back to enjoy the holiday.

Dumbledore had a simple dinner with the professors and students who stayed at the school, played some small games, and then returned to his office.

Fawkes flew over affectionately, and Dumbledore smiled and touched its head.

"Merry Christmas, Fox."

"Chirp!"

Even though it was Christmas, there were still some documents to deal with. Dumbledore enjoyed some desserts and dug out the documents that had been piled up for a long time.

Between appeasing Professor McGonagall and dealing with the files, Dumbledore chose to deal with the files this time. It would be better for everyone to spend Christmas in peace.

Time passed minute by minute, and the hands passed twelve o'clock.

"Chirp!"

"Well, it's time to rest. Staying up late is not very friendly to the elderly."

Suddenly, icy air swept through the office, and Dumbledore frowned and pulled out his wand.

"Chirp!"

Fawkes reacted more positively than Dumbledore, flapping his wings and flew out.

After a while, the cold wind receded and the temperature gradually rose, but there were already a lot of ice shards around.

Fox felt aggrieved and flew back with a letter in his mouth, with a big lump of ice frozen on his back.

"Maurice's Frozen Bird?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows.

Fox was autistic and went back to his home to keep warm. He greeted him warmly. Why was that cold guy so angry?

After reading the contents of the letter carefully, Dumbledore fell silent.

This incident was somewhat beyond his expectation. He did not agree with letting Harry know about the wizarding world in advance. On the one hand, it was to protect him, but on the other hand, it was to prevent him from making the same mistakes as Voldemort.

But the appearance of Morris had disrupted his plan. He couldn't stop Morris from getting close to Harry, and he still went with good intentions.

Why is this so? Dumbledore thought for a while, it should have started when the mark appeared on Harry's hand...

what to do?

This is an urgent problem that needs to be solved at present.

Dumbledore was inclined to let Harry continue living there and tolerate the Dursleys, while Maurice felt it was unfair to Harry.

…………

The space in the storage room was too small, and Gardevoir could only curl up and float in the air.

Harry sat on the bed expressionlessly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Gardevoir, who was about to use hypnosis, hesitated. Harry like this reminded her of her past, how pitiful and weak she was.

But now Harry is not helpless. He has the opportunity to resist but for some reason he has to continue to endure this damn fate.

Ask yourself, if it was Gardevoir who was in this situation, she might have raised the stage a long time ago, Voldemort, fuck him!

He didn't know anything, he could do this, but he wrote to his master. Did he want his master to stop him or help him? Gardevoir didn't know clearly, but she understood that he longed for redemption.

"What a luxurious wish..."

"Who?"

Gardevoir slowly appeared: "It's me, good evening, Harry."

"Gardevoir...?" Harry's eyes lit up and he looked around.

Gardevoir: "The master didn't come."

Harry pursed his lips: "Oh... no, I'm not, I..."

Gardevoir raised his hand and landed on his head: "The master asked me to bring you a message, although it is a bit late, Merry Christmas."

A flush flashed across Harry's face, and he whispered: "No, it's okay, thank you, thank you."

"Master was busy dealing with some things and didn't have time to come over." Gardevoir opened his eyes and lied, took out a wrapped gift from the black hole and placed it on Harry's bed, "This is a Christmas gift."

Harry showed a surprised expression: "A gift? For me?"

"Of course." Gardevoir nodded very firmly, "But the master is not sure whether you will.