Harry Potter and the Obscurus

Since Harry unleashed the Obscurus due to a loss of control, the Obscurus's power has been further enhanced. Besides being able to control Harry's body when he's unconscious, he can now also control the content of dreams to a certain extent. So, on the night of Dumbledore's visit, he used this ability to recreate their conversation for Harry.

When young Harry learned he was a wizard and going to Hogwarts, he didn't cheer with the same elation as in the books; deep down, he still harbored a sense of aversion to magic. Naturally, Moran, the culprit, went to great lengths to help him. Besides talking to Harry every night, he also subtly used his powers to reveal some of the wonders and wonders of the magical world in the movies; only then did Harry gradually let go of his aversion to being a wizard.

It was midnight on July 30th.

There were no owls gathering, no school notices fluttering in the air; the Dursleys quietly welcomed Hagrid and his flying motorcycle at 4 Privet Drive in Little Huiglin.

Upon seeing the half-giant's massive size, Uncle Vernon first locked his wife and son in the bedroom, then secretly hid a rifle behind his back before timidly opening the door.

"Hello, I'm looking for Harry, Harry Potter!"

"You brat! They're looking for you!"

Vernon turned and shouted:

"Go talk to him outside, take your luggage and go outside!"

Harry's desire to leave the Dursleys had never changed, and without his uncle saying anything, he had already slung his backpack over his shoulder and headed for the door.

"Hello Harry, I'm Rubeus Hagrid, the key custodian and gamekeeper at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Hehe, the last time I saw you, you were just a little kid. I can't believe how big you've grown."

Harry had to crane his neck to see Hagrid's rough face; however, from his perspective, Hagrid's head looked like a tangled mess of hair and a thick beard.

"You look just like your father, except for your eyes, which are like your mother's."

Harry, who was about to greet Hagrid, suddenly changed his mind and asked:

"Have you seen them?"

"Um...yes, your father helped me when I was in school."

The sudden shift to a heavy topic made both of them realize they had been somewhat out of line. Fortunately, Hagrid quickly came up with a solution. He pulled a slightly crushed box from his pocket and said:

Anyway, happy birthday, Harry.

"Look, I have something to give you. Hmm... I might have crushed it in some places, but it still tastes the same."

Harry naturally took the box, opened it, and inside was a chocolate cake larger than Uncle Vernon's face. Seeing the words "Happy Birthday Harry" written in large green syrup on it, he sincerely thanked the giant and said:

"Thank you, Hagrid. This is the first birthday cake I've ever received. I'll eat it all."

"The first birthday cake?"

Hagrid looked like he was about to explode, and his voice suddenly became much louder.

Dursley!

Uncle Vernon, who had already closed the door, turned pale with fright. He pulled out his rifle and pointed it at Hagrid through the glass door, threatening him:

"Sir, if you come in again, it will be trespassing, and I will... I will shoot!"

Harry didn't want Hagrid to disturb the neighbors, so he struggled to hold the cake box in one hand while tugging at Hagrid's robes with the other, trying to dissuade him:

"You don't need to do this, Hagrid. Let's go quickly."

……

And so, Harry, who had unintentionally helped Dudley escape the misfortune of growing a pig's tail, left No. 4 Privet Drive, where he had lived for ten years.

Under the cover of night, Hagrid and Harry rode their flying motorcycle straight towards London. The howling wind forced them to shout as they talked, but even so, Harry heard a great deal from Hagrid about magic, schools, Gringotts, Vanderbilt, and the Ministry of Magic. Overall, he had a good impression of the giant; aside from not explaining why he was expelled from Hogwarts and his almost obsessive love for dragons, Hagrid was actually a kind and gentle person at heart.

When Harry woke up and saw the Leaky Cauldron, it was almost dawn.

Because there were no pedestrians on the street, Harry failed to notice anything special about the dirty, cramped pub except for its unremarkable appearance; he even thought Hagrid had come to the wrong place.

"As usual, Hagrid?"

"No, Tom, I'm on business with Hogwarts."

The dark and dirty environment made Harry nervous. He hid behind Hagrid, afraid of causing trouble, but unfortunately...

"My goodness, could this be...?"

The customers who had been drinking and smoking in their corners all stopped what they were doing, and the Leaky Cauldron Bar became completely silent, with only the bar owner's voice echoing in the background.

"Harry Potter! It's an honor, an honor!"

"Welcome back, Mr. Potter, welcome back!"

Tom was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes. He grabbed Harry's hand and kept bowing in gratitude. Before Harry could even figure out what was going on, the others in the Leaky Cauldron had already gathered around.

"I am Cordory, Mr. Potter. It's good to meet you."

"I've been looking forward to shaking your hand for so long, my heart is pounding!"

"I am Degas, Dedalo Degas. I've orchestrated several meteor showers in your name before. You have no idea how excited I am to meet you!"

Seeing that the crowd was going on and on, Hagrid cleared his throat:

"Cough cough!"

I'm so sorry, everyone!

"Harry has many important things to do, so please excuse me for today."

However, just as he was about to pull Harry away from the bar, a pale-faced young man walked towards them. Hagrid, recognizing the man, immediately slowed down and nodded to him, saying:

"Professor Quirrell."

Harry, who had been stunned by everyone shaking hands, suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. The throbbing scar on his forehead instantly brought him back to his senses.

“Harry, Professor Quirrell is the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts.”

“Thank you, Hai-Hagrid. I think Potter—he—he doesn’t need to study anymore, does he—is he—is he, Mr. Potter?”

Harry felt every hair on his body stand on end. Looking at the stammering, seemingly neurotic man before him, he took a half-step back, bowed respectfully, and said:

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Professor."

……

“Harry, you don’t need to bow so deeply to the teachers at Hogwarts. A handshake with them is enough.”

Upon reaching the small courtyard surrounded by walls, Hagrid took out his umbrella and explained to Harry:

"Even someone as great as Professor Dumbledore is very kind and approachable at school."

"Okay, I understand. Could you tell me more about Professor Quirrell from earlier?"

"Him? That unfortunate guy? I don't know him very well, but he used to be extremely intelligent and had excellent grades in school. Unfortunately, he encountered a vampire witch while exploring the Black Forest during a break from school, which caused a lot of trouble. Since then, he has become like this. He stutters and is afraid of everyone and everything around him, including his students and the subjects he teaches."

"Let me think, count three pieces up, then two pieces horizontally."

"Alright, Harry, step back a bit."

As Hagrid's umbrella tapped rhythmically across the bricks, the wall seemed to come alive, creating a hole. This was Harry's first time observing magic up close, and for a moment, he even forgot the inexplicable sense of danger emanating from Professor Quirrell.

Seeing Harry's astonished expression, Hagrid exaggeratedly waved his hand, pointed to the winding cobblestone street ahead, and grinned:

"Da da la da!"

"Welcome to Diagon Alley, Harry!"

The dazzling array of shops made the whole street look like a kaleidoscope, and even Mo Ran, who had been "watching the live stream," wished Harry could have a few more pairs of eyes.

"Harry, you didn't lose the attachments to your acceptance letter, did you? We need to buy you everything."

"Oh no, we need to go to Gringotts first."

……

On the way to Gringotts, Harry saw so many things he had never seen or imagined before. From strange and wonderful magical artifacts to all sorts of bizarre and magical creatures, everything was so beautiful. Of course, what impressed him most was the flying broomstick—Nimbleon 2000—surrounded by a group of boys around his age.

Standing before the towering, crooked, snow-white building, Harry encountered for the first time the intelligent but unfriendly magical creatures Hagrid had described—goblins. Strangely enough, although these cunning-looking creatures were two heads shorter than him, entrusting his money to them seemed like a good option.

"Good morning, we need to take some money from Mr. Harry Potter's vault."

Do you have his key, sir?

Hagrid reached into his pocket, rummaged around for a bit, and pulled out a golden "ear pick," saying:

"Ha, here's the little thing."

The fairy took the key, examined it carefully several times, and then nodded.

"Yes, no problem."

"I also have a letter here from Professor Dumbledore."

Hagrid suddenly lowered his voice and his expression became much more serious. He leaned closer to the counter, as if afraid of being seen by others.

"It's about 'that thing you know' that's kept in 'the underground vault you know'."

……

After boarding the "Express Roller Coaster," Harry and Hagrid both quieted down. One was dizzy from being tossed around in the trolley, while the other was more eager to see this wizarding bank, which was said to be second only to Hogwarts in terms of security.

Left, right, right, left, middle, right, left... Okay, I can't remember them at all.

Harry, having given up on memorizing the way, wiped away his tears. His eyes stung from the wind, but he didn't want to close them. He desperately wanted to see if Hagrid had mentioned any dragons here. Unfortunately, the cart was moving too fast. Every time Harry noticed a light, he and Hagrid had already been carried deeper into the area by the pull ring.

"Vault number 687 has arrived."

Pull-Ring bounced off the stroller as if nothing had happened, and Harry swore he saw the goblin smirk at Hagrid, who was about to vomit.

The door was unlocked, and before the thick green smoke had even dissipated, Harry saw a glittering golden light.

"Gold coins are gallons, silver coins are siecos, and bronze coins are nats."

Hagrid handed Harry a bag, forcing himself to suppress his nausea as he said:

"Seventeen silver shikos make one gold galleon, and twenty-nine bronze nats make one silver shiko."

"You don't need to pay your tuition yourself, so two hundred Galleons should be enough for two semesters."

Harry nodded and walked into his mountain of gold and silver. He had never imagined that his parents would leave him such a large sum of money.