, wonderful and free of pop-ups! Strictly speaking, Cedric Diggory is a handsome man. Even though he is only in the third grade this year, he is still worthy of being in the top ten of the 'Men's Handsomeness Ranking' that he once talked about drunkenly. Different from the S-level who surpassed everyone in terms of blood, this senior was obviously a very standard A-level - jet black hair, clear gray eyes, and a tall nose. Harry believed that this senior There must be no shortage of suitors for seniors in their studies.
"I once wanted to change to a Nimbus 2000," Cedric said. "Last year we lost to Gryffindor. This year we want to win, so we want to be the best in terms of equipment -"
"You can't do it," the man walking on Harry's left made another arrogant statement, "You can't surpass Slytherin at this point."
Harry felt that these remarks were too arrogant and had to cough and tug on his sleeves. The latter glanced at him inexplicably and continued, "Of course, you can't surpass them tactically, so don't think about it this year. The Academy Cup must be Slytherin."
"It seems that you come from a Slytherin family." Cedric's temper was better than Harry expected. He didn't even get angry, but smiled, "But I have to say, there are rumors that the Nimbus 2100 will be launched next year, so I am prepared. Buy a new broom next year.”
"Really," he snorted in his melodious aristocratic accent, "That's none of our business - forgive us for not standing here and listening to your silly plans - Harry, let's go. "
His attitude was too absolute, and he pulled Harry away quickly. The latter had no way to smooth things over, so he had to rush to Cedric before leaving.
Nodding: "Nice to meet you - see you at school."
Cedric's smile deepened a little: "See you at school, Harry."
"...So why do you hate him so much?" When he was pulled to the display stand of Nimbus 2000, Harry asked in a low voice, helplessly, "He was just chatting with us in a friendly manner - why did he offend you. "
"Didn't you see, he thought he was very decent as a senior there, but in fact he was so stupid that he only knew how to show off to us that he was already a senior and could already play Quidditch - I bet he couldn't fly Hello, some of my friends say that hufflepuff people look like they train hard, but in fact there are very few talented people." He said categorically, and the disgusted expression on his face made him look like the photos of John that Harry had seen when he was a child - to be honest, That's a totally annoying little bastard.
——So you are actually just in a bad mood because you can’t bring a broom, right? Harry thought helplessly.
"You can wait until you are admitted to school before you consider this issue." Harry moved his eyes to the broom on the display stand that seemed to be driven by someone, moving quickly through a small space, and repeating a few movements could cause a burst of exclamation - The branches of the thing are polished very smooth and have beautiful lines. The broom head used for sweeping the floor is also trimmed very neatly. It can be called a very expensive and perfect high-end broom.
But he's still a broom, isn't he? Harry couldn't help but wonder, why do wizards use flying on broomsticks as entertainment?
"I already have a Nimbus 2000 at home."
He said contemptuously to the display stand surrounded by many children, with the word 'superior' written on his young and handsome face, "It's still a customized version."
But after all, you still can’t bring it into school? !
Harry cursed in his mind.
"Do you want to buy one? As a broom, it is indeed the best among non-professionals." He touched Harry with his elbow and looked at him from top to bottom with gray-blue eyes, just like Hank looked at the newly acquired science in Harry's impression. instrument. At the end, he showed a satisfied expression, "If your myopia can be cured, you will be a very good chaser, Harry."
"..., no," Harry couldn't help but said, "We'll talk about the future later - why do you all know 'what I will be' after just one look at me?"
"Oh, I'm sorry," he said immediately, "but who talked to you like that? Your father?"
Harry immediately retorted: "No, my father never said this - it's just that someone told me this morning that I would be a great gryffindor... don't glare at me like that, I don't plan to go anymore!"
"...Well, you won't go anyway, so I won't pursue who it is." He curled his lips, "So do you want to buy a broom? Although you can't bring it into hogwarts, at least you can play with it before school starts. For a while."
"...Can it be used by people who are not wizards?" Harry crossed his arms and looked at the broom for a while, then asked worriedly.
Incomprehensible: "Why are you asking this question?"
"...Can it, or can't it?" Harry's expression remained worried.
"I don't know, you can try." He replied dryly.
Harry looked at the words 'speed about 300km/h' on the sign, gritted his teeth and shook his head resolutely: "That still doesn't work."
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"Hey, why don't you buy one?" he said disappointedly, "A broom that can go faster than a car. How cool. Why don't you buy one and try out the feeling of flying?"
"Thank you," Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes and poured himself a cup of tea, "It's just because you are in the academy that I don't worry about buying the broom back - you will lead them to do dozens of tricks! Don’t think I don’t know, you couldn’t take your eyes away when you passed by the broom shop that day.”
"harryyyy——" The teenage boy sat down next to the boy and hugged his shoulders, "You should try to trust us a little more - besides, you may be fine, but can we hold it?" It’s not necessarily possible to fly.”
"...Do you know what the speed of 300km/h is? If it fails, Jean and I may not be able to save people in time." Harry looked at him with a 'Hey man, you know' expression (even though he was wearing Wearing glasses that covered most of his face, he felt worried, "So, I, no, can, buy it!"
"So why do wizards need brooms?" Kitty thought it was a little expected, but also a little unexpected. "Can't magic help them fly?"
"Well, I guess it's not impossible... but it's definitely not a good way of ordinary transportation." Harry thought about the prices of the brooms he saw in the store, "By the way, Sideswipe, the Comet series is much cheaper. , but the Nimbus series seems to be for competition only and costs hundreds of gold galleons. This is just like a racing car and an ordinary car, there is still a difference."
"Anyway, I can't imagine myself spreading my legs and riding on a bare stick." John put down the homework he copied from Bobby and made a face at the girls. "You know, that's too shameful. ”
Bobby slapped him on the back of the head in dissatisfaction: "Thanksgod, Harry is still sitting here, what are you talking about."
"Maybe Harry can bring a girl back when he's on vacation." John crossed his legs and lay down on the sofa leisurely, "Would you like to bet? I've been eyeing your new headphones for a long time."
"Impossible and no." Bobby turned to Harry and said, "See, don't imitate John, Harry, or you will regret it one day."
"Hey! What do you mean!" John made an annoying protest, "I think I'm good!"
"Yeah, you said it too, that's what you think!"
Rogue passed by them without looking back, holding a book in both hands, and then sat down next to Harry. The black-haired girl said to Harry, "Have you bought all your things?"
"Hi, Rogue," Harry greeted her, "We bought everything in the end, and we were very lucky to leave safely - God," the boy thought about it and felt he didn't want to go to hogwarts, "Wizard's Newspapers are full of news about me and candid photos of me, and reporters have written many fantastic stories. Unfortunately, they are not only about me, but none of them are true. To be honest, they How dare you use your imagination to write a report?”
"It's rare to see you being mean." Rogue couldn't help laughing, "I thought you had always been a good-tempered person."
"But... I don't understand why they dare to put anything on me," Harry said with an indescribable expression on his face, "I should just ignore such crazy talk. Anyone who dares to really ask me, just use the wand." Pointing at the tip of his nose and saying 'Who do you think you are talking to'. But I really feel that they may not care about my personal opinion. Also, I am very worried that they can imagine a person just to attract attention. Stories, two stories, three stories, there is no guarantee that they will not come to my father for sales in the future."
"You think too much," Sean passed behind the sofa nonchalantly, carrying a plate of brownies, and skillfully rubbed the worried boy's head. "We are here, remember? Just the wizard's one." Even with a small stick, you can pull it away in one go, let alone us? Journalists are the least welcome here, remember, we will hit every one."
"How do you say it?" he asked with interest.
"There was once a bitch - oh, I'm sorry," Sean swallowed the word 'bitch' after being kicked by someone who came down from upstairs. "There was a female reporter who came to interview Charles with the mentality of being famous. But she fell in love with him, and after being rejected, she exaggerated the abilities of mutants in the newspaper, and described the professor as 'a frivolous, idle and disrespectful man with unrealistic ambitions'."
Harry's eyes almost popped out of his head: "When did this happen?! Why didn't I know?"
"Because you weren't born yet, baby." He snatched half of the cake from Sean's hand, put his plump breasts on the edge of the back of the sofa, and said casually, "Oh, then I turned into her and fucked her. She did something and she was ruined after that - but don't tell Charles, he doesn't like it."
"She deserves it!" Rogue said without hesitation, "I just rejected her advances! Can you insult and slander a person who has caused no harm to you?"
"I don't understand." Harry said in disbelief and anger, "How could she do this?"
"Okay, this is too complicated, you still don't understand, honey, you just have to remember that there are always some people in the world who are born to be bitches... Oh, I didn't say anything just now." Shrugging, turning around and twisting her The hot figure went upstairs, "I have to go see Hank, he didn't have lunch."
"..." Jean closed the book "Teaching You to Identify a Thousand Magical Phenomena - Enlightenment Edition" in her hand, found a few books about law and legal mechanisms among the books Harry brought back, and stuffed them into Harry's hands. The red-haired girl simply ordered: "After reading it - I know you are obedient, Harry, but sometimes, you need some ways to exploit legal loopholes, because some things cannot be solved by reasoning." She was very He said solemnly, "It's a waste of effort to reason with some people."
"You can't solve it with your fists by reasoning." John jumped from Bobby's side to the coffee table, looked at the mountain of books, and said in admiration: "Wow - how did you buy so many books?"
"Picked," Harry's face finally looked better when he said this, "Although he talks a lot like my dad - to be honest, I'm worried, he will have to change this after he goes to school - but I have to say, he gave me a lot. Help, like the few books you have -"
"Holy crap!" As soon as he opened the book, he was frightened by a high-pitched scream and dropped the book. John's expression was very ugly, "Why are there still people moving in the painting?! And it has a stereo? The ones you bought before are obviously not that weird! "
"...It depends on the publisher, John. In fact, this version of the painting is much more flexible than the previous version." Harry took the book with a smile and pointed at the man in the painting standing in the middle of the crowd with a wand. The wizard who cast the spell said, "The wizard's costume in the previous edition is not in line with that era at all. It was made up by the illustrator, and the gestures for casting the spell are wrong. People who are not from a wizarding family will be deceived after reading this." Like a fool."
Everyone stopped doing their own thing - those playing with wands stopped playing, those eating cake stopped eating, and the onlookers also swarmed up, surrounding Harry and his book.
Because to be honest, rather than the details, they wanted to see the illustrations in the book that looked like a short movie.
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The days passed quickly like a torn away calendar. Harry read a lot of books in the remaining days. Although he finally decided not to buy an owl, Malfoy's golden eagle was handsome, hardworking and hardworking. Of course, the main thing is that there are more letters from him. Almost every day he has something to show off and something to complain about, such as what difficult Quidditch moves he did today, and how he hated someone at the banquet. A girl’s enthusiasm. His new dog is ugly and likes to snatch the letters he is reading or writing. He tried to secretly stuff the broom into the suitcase but was discovered...
Of course, the letters ended with sentences like, 'I really hope that the day when school starts and I meet you again will come soon.' Although Harry didn't think this sentence was very enthusiastic, he could see that it was true at home. It's boring, so boring that I want to play somewhere else, show off somewhere else.
He commented that he was an annoying young master and told Harry to ignore him. Harry didn't care. Compared with classmates who treat you as a monster or hate your good grades, he would rather have someone who shows off to him every day and is inseparable. friend.
September 1st arrived amid the exchange of letters and Harry's continuous practice of the spell.
But it seems that there are indeed more and more people in the school - so when Harry got up, he found that the number of boxes he needed to bring had increased to three, and this was non-magic related! !
"There are only two boxes of clothes. We only have one box of personal belongings for you, so you can have some fun." John said and tried to put a rivet bracelet into the box. "Hey, it's so street style. Who gave me the things!"
"Don't you have a shrinking charm?" Bobby comforted the stunned boy who was still wearing pajamas. "If you can't lift it, use the floating charm."
Before Harry even uttered a firm protest, he was pulled away by the girls. He combed his hair, arranged his bangs, put on skin care products, changed into his school uniform, then put on the wizard cloak with a long hem and a hood, tied his tie, and took the Holding the wand... When Harry looked at the mirror again, the sleepy boy in modern pajamas had become a delicate doll, still in retro style, being admired and kneaded by the girls, who couldn't put it down and screamed repeatedly.
During this process, Charles watched with pleasure as his son played with the students. When the girls finally pushed Harry to his wheelchair, he held his son's hand and kissed his forehead.
"Let's go, my dear, even if it's very reluctant, it's time for us to set off."
