[Comprehensive] Rejecting the Savior of Hogwarts

Getting up early in the morning to exercise is a good habit, but seeing a tawny owl flying towards Harry with an envelope that looked so familiar to him, spreading its wings flatly, and sliding down in front of him, Harry just felt that he was completely indifferent. Calm down, the admission notice is here... How about it so soon!There was silence in his mind, and Voldemort had no intention of speaking at all, but Harry didn't believe that he was really following the agreement and not obstructing his actions, and he might not be thinking about something at the moment.

So Harry calmly picked up the letter, opened it calmly, and read it slowly in front of the owl.He just flipped through the list at the end, and then let out a chuckle pretending to be relaxed: "Who made such a childish joke, it's thanks to him that he figured it out." Harry had a bit of a smile on his face. With a helpless smile, he casually put the letter back into the envelope and threw it into the trash can, talking to himself, picked up the other letters and turned back to the house.Except for pretending he glanced at the owl out of curiosity at the beginning, Harry treated it like nothing for the rest of the time.

He saw the letter this time with his own eyes. As a child who grew up in a family like the Dursleys, it may be normal to be dismissive of magic... After all, what Uncle Vernon instilled in him and Dali is Such thoughts, supernatural powers and so on are all absurd nonsense, there is absolutely no such thing in this world!The kid Harry, who felt good about himself, went up the stairs in a blink of an eye. He wanted to go back to his room, but paused at the stairs, and then suddenly turned around and walked to the living room of the Dursleys.Now that everyone is on the same front, how can we not communicate on such an important matter.

"Aunt Petunia, I received a letter today!" Harry knocked on the door and entered after getting permission. His tone was cheerful, like a child who had solved the answer to an intellectual game and was waiting for an adult's praise: "What kind of magic school is the signature on the envelope? It's really boring. Does such a thing look like a fraudulent letter? There is no magic in this world. Besides, even if there is, so what, is it possible to go to the circus after graduating from there? Are you performing magic tricks!" First, he customized the admission letter from Hogwarts as a fraudulent letter, and then conflated magic with magic, and looked at the problem from the perspective of a child... There is nothing wrong with this, Harry thinks he You should give yourself a hundred praises for your wit.

But Aunt Petunia was not as optimistic as he was. The skinny blond woman turned pale instantly, her lips turned blue: "What did you say, what letter did you receive, and where did you send it from?!" Aunt Petunia was nervous. Clenched his shoulder tightly, but his fingers were trembling.Harry was stunned for a moment, and took a step back unconsciously: "I, I didn't look carefully, it was just an admission letter from some magic school, but how could this kind of thing be real? Isn't it just a Is it a prank..." Aunt Petunia's reaction was bigger than he expected, and Harry didn't know if it was the reason he guessed.

"Where is the letter, where is the letter?!" Aunt Petunia stared closely at the letters in Harry... the few letters in his hand, but the white official letter envelope, which was too normal to be normal, obviously did not contain the one that impressed her. Deep letters. "I, I threw it away..." Harry touched his nose uncomfortably, why did he feel that the style of painting was not right, as if things were not going in the direction he expected.

"You threw it away!" Aunt Petunia's voice immediately rose an octave: "You, how could you..." She didn't continue, she staggered a few steps back to the bed, and then slowly calmed down down. "Forget it, throw it away, throw it away, there is no magic, let alone any magic school, you, you should go to your Smelting High School." Aunt Petunia's voice was a little tired, she stared at Harry Green His eyes hesitated to speak, and finally heaved a deep sigh, turning his head away.

Harry wasn't sure about the current situation. In theory, Aunt Petunia certainly wouldn't support him to go to Hogwarts, but why did this tone sound a little regretful?

Unsure of the situation, the savior went downstairs hesitantly, thinking that it would be better for him to go to the library and chat with Mr. Floton again, but the reality hit him mercilessly again... Our little friend Harry, from the wizarding world Your Excellency the Savior, was besieged by a group of owls, besieged, besieged, besieged! ! !

"Voldemort, what's going on... When did Hogwarts start sending out admission letters in this way?!" Harry, in a bit of a panic, dodged falling snowflakes and kept hitting him on the head. Finally, he couldn't help but ask the Dark Lord for help.Voldemort's voice was full of jokes, and he replied in a gloating tone: "Who made you lose the admission letter so simply, even if you don't take it to heart, just put it away honestly, and hand it away Throw it in the trash or something..." He didn't say any more after that, but this meaningful pause was enough for Harry to figure out a lot of things.

The sad savior Harry didn't hide at all. Although it wasn't very good, it didn't hurt much anyway.He squinted his eyes and stared earnestly at the owls circling in midair for a while, and realized as expected that the leading tawny owl was indeed the one just now!God, you are an owl, dear, Harry feels so depressed now, don’t hold grudges like this, can you, go to Hogwarts after tossing and be careful, I will cut off all your feathers...

Harry hesitated to pick up a letter, held it preciously in his hand, rushed into the door, walked up the stairs and turned into his room in two or three steps.Hehehe, sitting down at the desk, Harry smiled sinisterly with the corners of his mouth curled up. The arc of this smile was somewhat similar to that of Voldemort, but the charm was really far behind... But on the premise that there was no mirror Now, the kid Harry who feels good about himself will not realize this... Although he was severely shocked by the owls' attack just now, Harry is still in a particularly good mood now. The kid who was bullied The child would want to pay attention to the person who bullied him, and the admission notice that was slapped in the face by the messenger, Harry said that he was just awkward, arrogant, willful, and just didn't want to go to school, what, what, what!

"Childish." Voldemort gave a cold comment in his consciousness. He thought that what Harry could do was nothing more than that, and his previous calculations were really in vain. "Voldemort, what do you mean, call me naive, but tell me, what can an 11-year-old child do in this situation!" Harry admitted that there was a little thought in his seemingly furious reaction Yes, he also admits that his thinking is not rigorous enough, at least he cannot reach Voldemort's level, so if he can get Voldemort's help at this time, it will naturally be excellent.

But, is this little trick really useful in front of the Dark Lord?The answer is of course no... Voldemort sneered and didn't bother to talk to him at all. The savior was so naive that he expected that he would help him in this place. Tsk, it would be nice if he didn't trip him up and slow him down.

Harry slumped his shoulders and sighed. Sure enough, creatures like the devil are not so easy to deceive. He took a piece of letter paper over depressedly, and began to write a reply letter carefully. Write, write and draw, and draw and write... In the end, Harry himself didn't know what he had written. Anyway, it probably meant: I know you are a fraud organization, so don't bother me anymore, I I will not be fooled.And then, the way your courier delivered the mail made me very unhappy, so I wouldn't go there even if it was true, so stop harassing me.In the end, I've signed up for Smelting Secondary School, and I'll be going to classes when the term starts, so stop harassing me, I'm definitely not going to this unknown school.

The general idea is simple and rude, but the text is not so direct, just express your own attitude and wishes. Harry doesn't want to completely annoy the Dark Lord in his mind who is on the verge of exploding.

After racking his brains to write the reply, Harry walked slowly towards the window, reluctantly opened the window, and let the tawny owl fly in.It circled around the room, and finally stopped on the edge of Harry's desk reluctantly, raised one paw coldly, and waited for Harry to tie the reply letter to it.

What the hell, is this really an owl? Harry murmured in his heart, but his movements were not slow. He tied up the letter in threes and fives, and then opened the window to let the owl out. It was clear that it would take 1 minute The posture of staying too much is not welcome.The owl turned its head to look at him, rolled its black eyes, and then spread its wings and flew up. Its route was right, and it flew out over Harry's head.The only small surprise was that it suddenly dropped its height when it passed above Harry, and it pecked Harry's ear impartially.

So Harry ran to his devil crying and begging for comfort?Of course not... Believe the words just now and face the wall automatically and consciously.Harry was a little annoyed at first, but he soon felt that his reaction was really too naive. Counting his previous life, how old he was, he would actually argue with an owl. It would be a shame to say that Is there any... So Harry quickly calmed down his mood, and he paused when he walked to the door. The slight psychological shadow made him feel that it would be better for him to slow down for a while and go out after lunch.However, after lunch, Harry let go of his psychological shadow and failed to visit the library as planned. The moment he opened the door, he saw an unexpected and reasonable visitor.

With a serious expression, the black-haired witch in emerald green robe pursed her lips: "Nice to meet you, Mr. Harry Potter, I am Minerva McGonagall, professor of transfiguration at Hogwarts."

Harry sighed in his heart, but put on a polite smile on his face: "Nice to meet you, Professor McGonagall, just call me Harry."