The next day, Peter waited downstairs early and told Harry some interesting things about school.
Aini could tell that the boy was not enthusiastic, which was very abnormal.
Because the protagonist in Peter's stories is all James, and Lily is occasionally mentioned.
Last Christmas, Harry and Lupine were able to chat for an entire afternoon on this topic. During the twenty-odd days after the holiday, the two of them exchanged seven letters, each of which was more interesting than A Boy's Magical History.
The homework needs to be long.
But at this time, Harry was a little impatient. He didn't know what was going on. He felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity from the moment he saw the other person, but what was even stronger was his instinctive defense and rejection.
The fat man in front of me was obviously very friendly, and he talked about topics that interested him, but the boy just couldn't get enough of him.
Just now Peter mentioned that James was plotted by Slytherin during the Quidditch game. Harry wanted to ask about the result of the game, but looking at the man's mottled face, he found that his attention was not on the chat.<
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Looking at Peter's cheerful and flattering face, Harry felt a little sad. Could it be that he was really a guy who judged people by their appearance? He only focused on the shortcomings of other people's appearance, but couldn't discover the kindness and beauty in the other person's heart?
James, Lily, Lupine, Hagrid...
Quidditch, College Cup, night outing...
Peter is really good at reading people's minds, and since he and Harry have been "living together" for a long time, the topics they bring up in conversation are all topics that the boy is interested in.
Abnormally, Harry always felt confused when sitting next to Peter, and his thoughts were floating around uncontrollably.
In order to concentrate on listening to Peter's story, Harry had to use Occlumency to forcibly control his thinking.
The role of Occlumency is not only to protect memory, but also to help people overcome their own thoughts and wrest part of the power of the subconscious for the conscious mind. Once mastered, it can even operate at will, freely control one's surface consciousness, and weave fake and real protective memories.
Layer.
Harry's level is far from that level, but it is enough to suppress his chaotic thoughts.
"Uh..."
After his mind calmed down, a burning sting came from the boy's scar, as if someone had lit the hair on his forehead.
"Child, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
Seeing Harry slumped on the chair with his hands on his forehead, Peter was startled. He reached out to touch the other person's forehead eagerly, but quickly put his arms down again, and to prevent accidents, he clasped his hands tightly and made a gesture.
A worried and anxious look.
Harry watched the concerned face getting closer and closer, and his headache became more severe, as if someone had stabbed his head with a red-hot iron rod, stirring everything inside into a pot of porridge.
Suddenly, the pain came inexplicably and then receded without warning. The boy struggled to open his eyes wide and kept breathing. As his chest rose and fell, he could feel beads of sweat sliding down his ribs from time to time.
The sudden torture made him sweat profusely, and even his glasses covered by his hair were covered with a layer of mist. In the haze, he saw a familiar figure in front of him.
"Harry, are you okay?"
The warm hand caressed the boy's forehead regardless of the wet hair. When he heard Ani's voice, Harry's heart suddenly felt peaceful.
"Thank you. I'm fine. I'm still having the same problem, but it wasn't as bad as before."
Harry took off his glasses and wiped his face. Just as he was about to wipe the foggy lenses, he saw the mug handed to him.
Looking at Ani who was standing between him and Peter, Harry thanked him gratefully and drank the Lin Lu in the cup in one gulp, feeling much better all over.
"Clean up."
Aini threw a cleaning spell on the wet boy and wiped off the sweat stains on his hands.
"Are you feeling better? Or maybe we can take a rest before setting off?"
"No, I'm much better now, let's leave now."
Hearing this, the boy immediately jumped up from his chair. He didn't want to stay here for even a second.
"Okay, let's say goodbye to everyone and we're going to leave."
As he said this, Ani gave a slight greeting to Old Tom and put his left hand on Harry's shoulder.
"Goodbye, Mr. Pedro, good-bye, Mr. Digo, Ms. Jones, good-bye, Tom."
When Harry and everyone said goodbye to each other, Ani looked at Peter and said, "See you at Hogwarts, Mr. Pedro."
"See you at Hogwarts."
Peter responded dryly, understanding the meaning behind Aini's words - don't follow.
Originally, he wanted to go to Weasley's house with Harry to build a relationship to facilitate the next move, but Aini directly put up a wall in front of him.
"Want to experience another fireplace trip? We can borrow one from the bar."
Seeing that the boy was still a little listless, Aini teased in a coquettish way.
"No, please don't. Apparition is fine."
The terrible experience of "shaking before drinking" during the fireplace trip instantly cheered Harry up and he begged to look at Aini.
"Hey, then cheer up and don't let your friends worry."
Nodding to everyone in the bar, Ani and Harry broke through the space and disappeared...
When the two appeared outside the Burrow, a small hand happened to push open the door, and then Ginny, who was wearing a baggy old coat, looked at Harry.
The girl's bright brown eyes suddenly flashed, and her brain seemed to have shut down, allowing her body to keep opening the door and stay in place.
Just when Aini was doubting whether the girl would be able to stop bleeding, an astonishing scream burst into the air.
"Ah!!!"
"Bang!"
Ginny closed the door with extraordinary agility and ran upstairs with the sound of "dong dong dong" footsteps.
Even when he stopped at the door, Harry could hear the shouts coming out of the half-open window - "Oh my God, mother, Harry, Harry Potter..."
So when everyone came out to greet the guests, the boy's face was so red that he looked completely different from the girl who had changed into a pink skirt at some point.
"Thank you for your hard work, Ani. We are all worried about Harry."
After showing up, Molly first said hello to Ani, and then gave Harry a warm hug.
"Welcome, kid. Ron and Ginny ask me every day when I will pick you up, if it weren't for Dumbledore..."
Mrs. Weasley hugged Harry's shoulders affectionately and muttered as she walked into the house. But just when the boy pricked up his ears and waited to hear the content after "Dumbledore", the witch asked him vaguely.
What would you like to eat for lunch?
"Hey, Mom, Harry is overwhelmed by you."
"That's right, you can see his face is turning red from holding himself back."
The twins laughed and walked around to the front, walking backwards facing their mother.
Molly glared at them. If there were no guests present, she would definitely help them consolidate their mother's authority.
Uh...if they didn't shout the next sentence in unison.
"Just as red as Ginny's face. Haha~"
As the twins laughed playfully, Ginny screamed and ran into the house covering her face, and Harry was able to be freed from Molly's strong arms——
The angry mother let go of him, rolled up her sleeves angrily, and walked over to the laughing twins.