Rebirth of the Harry Potter

Chapter 9 Living at the Broken Axe

The next day, it was just dawn. Harry was already awake.

Today was the first official wizarding day, and Harry was certainly excited. And only by myself. That kind of freedom feels really good!

Harry pulled the shabby curtains back, the sky was dark blue, opened the wooden windows and a cold wind blew in. Although it was summer, it was morning after all. Harry had to close the window a little.

He took out a sweater from his clothes and put it on. It just feels a lot warmer.

Harry regretted: "It's not usually the scene where the male protagonist is on the bed. Is there a charming girl on the bed? What about mine?"

An enchanting voice responded to him...

Harry looked at the head of the bed and saw a charming little white cat nestled in a ball.

Unfortunate ah...

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Harry sat by the window, looking at the dark blue and dark sky and the still bright stars and moon. Move a small wooden table to the window, light three candles, and open the first page of "History of Magic". This is a must-learn book for the history of magic class.

Windows, night, candles, history books, beautiful men... This scene is really infectious.

This book records the development and major historical events of the magical world from BC to the present, and is easily accepted by first-year students. Harry saw himself at the end, only the picture was of a baby.

"What about my portrait fee? This is copyright infringement, okay?" Harry growled inwardly. But thinking that this would not be a loss for him, and he could earn a lot of fame, Harry also gave up the idea of ​​hitting 12315.

After reading the catalogue, I browsed the contents, it was already bright, but it was still very quiet. Looking down from the window, Diagon Alley was not as lively as yesterday's daytime. Only a few scattered shops are open.

Harry stretched and rubbed his eyes. Blowing out the candle in one breath, three plumes of blue smoke rose.

Take the outer sweater off to reveal the inner T-shirt.

Harry threw himself on the bed in a large font, and the sleeping cat bounced, apparently startled. After finding that there was no danger, he started chanting again.

Harry hugged the cat tightly in his arms, rubbed the cat's face with his nose, and couldn't help laughing.

"I'm going to give you a name, what should I call it?" Harry mused.

"Prosperity?"

The cat's hair stood up all at once.

"Haha, you reacted so violently, you seem very satisfied with the name! Ah...what are you biting me for..." Harry rubbed his palms.

"Elizabeth, Alice, no, it's too much trouble, it's a headache... eh, just called Tom, but..." Harry looked at the kitten in his arms and pulled its hind legs up.

Disappointed: "It's mother's!"

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Finally Harry finally settled on its name: "Well, cutie."

Harry was sure he really hated naming names, because there were so many options.

It was a good name, though, Harry consoled himself.

The eagle pierced the silence, a black shadow was as fast as lightning, and a mighty eagle stood beside Harry's window. The eagle spreads its left wing and combs its feathers with its sharp rafters.

"Here's another one!" Harry's head hurt again.

Of course, when naming the eagle, Harry was very wise and far away from the eagle. Being pecked by an eagle is definitely not a good thing!

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"How about Optimus Prime? It suits you so well!"

"Not satisfied? Do you like Decepticons? But that's the villain."

After some haggling, Harry found out that the Eagle's favorite was "Hedwig."

"Really, nothing new." Harry pouted.

He wasn't too fond of the name, but who made his eagle unresponsive to his other tyrannical cool names.

But at least a name was chosen.

Harry suddenly noticed that Hedwig had bloodstained bird feathers on his beak.

"Okay, how dare you eat alone." (Eagle is innocent: You didn't give me food, and you didn't let me find food myself.)

Harry thought of a terrible thing, it seems that owls eat mice. Fortunately, I didn't buy an owl, otherwise the owl would always come into the house with a mouse in its mouth, it would be really desperate.

With that in mind, Harry decided to forgive Hedwig.

"Come on, let's try it." Harry smiled.

"Little cute..."

"Meow..." The cute cat responded.

"Little cute..."

"……Meow……"

"Little cute..."

"..." The little cutie didn't raise her head.

Hehe...Harry looked embarrassed.

Turning to Hedwig: "Hedwig..."

"Flapping..." Hedwig flew away directly.

Harry's face was full of black lines: "Don't play with me, right, then I... turn grief and anger into food."

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Harry turned and went downstairs, old Tom still awake.

Harry shook his head speechlessly, and had no choice but to go out and eat a big meal in the Muggle world, thinking, "What are you going to do today?"

"Well, continue to stroll around Diagon Alley in the morning, and read books in the room in the afternoon, especially "Magic Potions and Potions", those three stupid questions must be memorized! Snape, let's see who is one foot lower than the devil. One foot."

"And tomorrow..."

"Learn simple magic the day after tomorrow, practice more every day, and become proficient..."

"most……"

"Hululu... It's delicious, waiter, let's have another serving of these two dishes!"

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Harry then began a more than a month-long learning journey.

Every morning, I was woken up by cute tongue licking and fed it a fresh fish bought in a London supermarket. Then go out for a run, finish at Buckingham Palace, and return.

Then old Tom started to work, and Harry bought a large piece of meat, went back to the room, called Hedwig back, and fed it.

Or practice magic, or read a book, or go to Diagon Alley with a little cutie.

And because there are fewer and fewer new students to buy things, Diagon Alley has returned to its normal state, and there is rarely a crowded situation on the street.

Many shops in Diagon Alley have recently noticed a child on the street, a poised one with a patterned silver mark tattooed on his forehead. They guessed that it might be some kind of magic.

He was a regular in Diagon Alley, going in and out of every store, occasionally cuddling a pure white cat he called a cute little one.

Even if he was asked his name, he would just smile and shake his head. After a few times, no one asked.

More than a month passed slowly, and only he knew how much Harry had mastered magic.

But maybe we can learn something from the fact that Harry was stunned by the speed at which he learned magic!

Of course, there were also some things that Harry didn't want to mention. For example, in the Lichen Bookstore, when Harry used the "Flying Charm" to find a book, the books that were stacked on the roof collapsed, overwhelming Harry. Underneath; when I was doing an experiment in a room, my face was blown black, the bed was on fire, and I was stared at by old Tom with goosebumps and so on...

Luo Bei: It is meaningful that Harry's owl is called "Hedwig" by him. Hedwig means "guardian of orphans".

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