A Hogwarts dissertation guide

"Wizard?" Harry asked doubtfully.

"That's right, Harry, you are a wizard." Edward's teacup was placed on the coffee table, like a summer thunder, a bolt from the blue. For a moment, the room fell silent, and Edward said with a cold face, "This farce is about time It's over, Squib, take your Muggle husband and children and leave this conversation."

"What do squibs and muggles mean?" Harry asked curiously. He didn't seem to be frightened by Edward.

"Muggles," Hagrid explained for Edward, "this is what we call people like them who don't believe in magic. Squibs are the name for people who are born in wizarding families but cannot use magic."

Aunt Petunia turned pale, but the room was dimly lit and noticed.Except...Edward Rembo.

Night vision is one of the special abilities given to him by the half-blood.

"Harry, let's continue the topic we just talked about." Edward tapped the coffee table with his fingers, and the hot cocoa and teacup on it disappeared. "We are teachers at Hogwarts. Since we haven't received your reply, so We guessed there must be something wrong somewhere, and we chased it from No. [-] Privet Drive to here."

"Sorry, can I learn magic?"

"Of course, there is no doubt that you are a wizard. I can feel the power in your body. You are youthful, surging, passionate, and eager to make achievements in a certain field." Edward stood up, opened his hands, and seemed to be in front of his eyes. Just like Harry's glorious future.

"So, I'm a wizard?" Harry pointed at himself and said in disbelief.

"Of course." Edward nodded, "Hagrid, show Harry that letter."

Hagrid took out a light yellow envelope from his pocket, with emerald green ink written on it: The sea, the hut on the rock, on the floor, to Mr. Harry Potter.

Harry took the envelope, pulled out the letter and read:

Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Albus Dumbledore (President of the International Federation of Magic, President of the Wizards Association, First Class Magician of the Order of Merlin).

Dear Mr. Porter: We are pleased to inform you that...

The content on the first page of the letter was not too long, and Harry read it quickly. He only felt like fireworks were going off in his head - his brain was exploding!

"Can you believe it now?" Edward said with a smile, "You know not every child can go to Hogwarts." At this point, he glanced at Aunt Petunia.

means something.

Aunt Petunia said she was insulted, but she didn't dare say anything.

Harry was silent. His aunt's words just now had convinced him of Edward's words, and then the letter in Hagrid's pocket - the letter that he hadn't seen for three days - made him completely believe it all.

"Then when do we leave?"

Harry, who learned that these were not his aunt and uncle, was eager to leave them as soon as possible.After all, working here every day is really painful.

"You will become famous at Hogwarts!" Hagrid looked into Harry's eyes and said, "Harry Potter, just wait."

"Okay, Hagrid, don't keep talking about things that haven't happened." Edward patted Hagrid on his stomach. "We'd better rest first and wait until the storm subsides. Of course, if you are willing to leave now, I I can also take you away."

Edward gave Harry the power of choice.

"Now we will get wet from the rain if we go out, otherwise-"

"I can take you right out of here," Edward said quickly, not wanting to stay here for a second. "Don't worry, you can appear in London the next second."

"Oh, that's great. Is it magic? Can you let me see it?" Harry said excitedly, as if he couldn't wait to see magic.

"Of course, no problem." Edward nodded and turned to Hagrid, "Are you going to wait here until dawn tomorrow? Or come back to the Leaky Cauldron with me?"

"Of course I know the Leaky Cauldron!" Hagrid laughed gruffly. "I want to drink Old Tom's warm butterbeer."

"Okay, grab my arm." Edward stood up and shook out his slightly wrinkled robe, "Hold on tight, otherwise you may not know where it fell."

Harry was so frightened by these words that he gripped Edward's arm so tightly that his cuffs were messed up.

Edward frowned slightly and didn't say much.

"The Leaky Cauldron," Hagrid said with a smile, "Old Tom will be surprised."

Edward knew what he was referring to. Hagrid was not allowed to use magic and his wand was broken. He had learned this from Hagrid on the way here.

Edward turned around and disappeared from the sight of Aunt Petunia and her family.

"Mum! Mum!" Dudley shouted in horror.

"I know, I saw it." Aunt Petunia said blankly, "Just like before, Lily...I failed to protect you. This time, I didn't protect your child either... .”

They came to a trash can, and Harry looked at everything in front of him doubtfully. It seemed to be an ordinary backyard.

"Okay, Harry, come with us." Hagrid patted Harry on the back and said softly, and they followed Edward into the bar.

It was a dingy little tavern, dark and dirty.If Edward hadn't brought them here, Harry believed that Aunt Petunia would never allow him to get close to this place, let alone enter.

But there are not many customers here, and there are even a few old ladies in the corner drinking sherry and smoking long cigarettes.

"Tom, the same thing." Edward sat skillfully at the bar and tapped his fingers on the table, waking up the bartender and boss who was sleeping on it.

Harry really wanted to laugh because from his angle he could just see the top of Tom's bald head.But he knew it was rude, so he suppressed his laughter forcefully.

"Me too," Hagrid said boldly, "and give little Harry a butterbeer."

"Harry?" Tom's eyes suddenly seemed to be polished, and his whole eyes lit up, "Oh my god! This is... Could this be... ..”

The Leaky Cauldron was silent for a while.

"Oh!" Tom whispered, "Harry Potter... such an honor." He quickly came out from behind the bar, walked towards Harry, grabbed his hand, tears welling up in his eyes. "Welcome back, Mr. Potter, welcome back."

Edward twitched the corner of his mouth. After noticing that everyone in the bar was planning to rush over, he quickly pulled away from the bar.

In a daze, Harry found that he was suddenly shaking hands with everyone in the Leaky Cauldron.