The King of Flags at Hogwarts

Petunia was furious at Harry's behavior. She tried to make her tone sound kind, but her voice only became strangely affected.

“Of course, he’s my and your mother’s cousin, and he’s always lived in North Yorkshire. You’d better come out now,” Penny threatened in a low voice. “Speak properly and don’t do anything disrespectful!”

When Harry hunched over and waddled into the living room, he saw a pretty girl about his age rush up to him and grab his hand.

"You must be Harry's cousin! Nice to meet you, I'm Bobby! Bobby Evans! Your cousin!"

Harry was completely taken aback by his cousin's warm welcome; he had never been treated so enthusiastically before in his entire life.

On the sofa, his cousin's parents, who were also his uncle and aunt, watched him with smiles. His uncle's family suddenly gave Harry a feeling that "this is my family."

My little cousin suddenly said, "Harry, take me to your room to play, I have a present for you!"

Harry was at a loss for words, unsure of what to do. At six years old, he was about to start school and was at an age where he cared about his image. How could he let his beautiful and adorable cousin go to that cramped, dark doghouse?

Seeing Harry's hesitation, Bobby grabbed him and pulled him out of the living room, chuckling, "You're a man, Harry, what's there to be embarrassed about!"

My cousin is really strong! But is this really a girl's hand? It's so smooth and soft.

Unable to resist Bobby's insistence, Harry finally gritted his teeth and opened the closet door, his shoes practically worn through by his toes.

His "room" was so embarrassing that it was impossible to show it to anyone.

"This, this is my room."

Wow! That's awesome, it feels like a secret base!

Bobby's reaction startled Harry, and before he could react, his little cousin had already slipped into the closet.

She plopped down on the bed and beckoned to Harry, "Harry, come in!"

Harry blushed slightly. Aunt Petunia had called him out in a hurry, and his bed hadn't been made yet. His socks and underwear were still hidden under the covers!

Seeing Harry hesitate to come in, Bobby got up, pulled him into the closet, and closed the door behind him.

Harry's face turned even redder. Everything that had happened today was so unexpected. He had never been so close to a girl his own age before!

What's more, my cousin is so beautiful, she doesn't even look down on herself at all!

Just as Harry was lost in thought, Bobby sat up straight again, looked directly at Harry who was only half-resting on the bed, and said very seriously, "Harry, do you know? You are a wizard!"

Chapter 3 Listen, that's the sound of a flag falling.

"Harry, you're a wizard!"

Seeing Harry's blank expression, Bobby repeated what he had said.

Harry shook his head vigorously, somewhat puzzled. "Cousin, what did you say?"

Bobby pulled a toy wand from her pocket—it was a toy, but it could still cast some simple spells. It was a gift from Dumbledore to Bobby on her third birthday.

Bobby waved his wand and handed it to Harry.

"Take it and swing it like I do!"

Harry, bewildered, imitated Bobby's gesture and waved his wand. The next moment, a soft yellow light emanated from the tip of the wand.

"Look! Harry, you did it! That's enough proof that you're a wizard, that magic flows within you!"

Harry looked at the ball of light at the top of his wand. There was no light bulb or anything there; the ball of light could even dim or brighten at will.

So what my cousin said is true? I am a wizard?

“Wow!” Harry exclaimed, his mouth agape. “That’s so cool! I mean, that’s incredible!”

Bobby smiled slightly, took another booklet from her pocket, and handed it to Harry. Then, somewhat hesitantly, she took out a few packets of candy and reluctantly placed them on Harry's bed.

Harry was a little confused. How could his cousin hide so many things in her chest?

"This booklet contains a few simple spells. You can practice them when no one's around. They're all very easy; anyone with hands can cast them. These packets are magic candies; keep them for yourself, but be careful, some of them might hold unexpected surprises!"

Harry nodded repeatedly, put his things away, and then asked hesitantly, "Cousin Bobby, why are you so nice to me?"

Bobby gave him a strange look. "Aren't you my cousin? Does a cousin need a reason to be nice to her cousin?"

Don't you need it? Then why is Dali treating me so badly?

The happy times were short-lived. With Vernon and Dudley's return, Harry was called to work as a kitchen helper.

"Oh, Selvi, this is your little princess! She's so beautiful! Dali, come and say hello to your cousin!"

Little Fatty Dali is frantically dismantling the local specialties that Servi brought, and he's stuffing a big piece of beef jerky into his mouth.

"No, I don't want it!"

Vernon gave Bobby a smile as an apology. With a face as round as a pancake and small green eyes, Vernon's smile looked just like a pancake sprinkled with mung beans, but because the heat was too high, the pancake was all wrinkled.

"My Dada is a bit willful. When he sees something delicious, sometimes he won't listen to us. But we still want to thank you. You came all this way and brought so many local specialties."

Selvi maintained his smile: "It's nothing, this is what we produce at home, it's no big deal."

Vernon asked, "Your family business must be very large."

Servi picked up the teacup and took a small sip of tea. The tea was Darjeeling tea from India, strong but very astringent, which Servi didn't quite like.

"Our business is just so-so, only accounting for half of the English market."

Half a percent is 5%, which is actually a very large number.

“Oh, Seville, our two families should really do more business together. You see, we’ll have a lot of business collaborations.”

Seville smiled without saying a word, nodding slightly, but it looked like he was shaking his head, and it was unclear whether he agreed or not.

Before long, the meal was ready, and everyone sat down at the table.

Harry was also called to the table, but he seemed completely unfamiliar with the table, as if he had never eaten there before.

"Our little Dada will be starting St. George's Primary School after the New Year!"

Aunt Penny said.

Uncle Vernon boasted with even more pride, "My alma mater, Smetine High School's boxing club highly values ​​Daddy's potential. Our Daddy will definitely get into Smetine High School someday! It's a really good school."

Aunt Penny immediately chimed in, “Yes, yes, that’s one of the best secondary schools around London.”

She suddenly looked at Bobby and asked with a smile, "Princess Bobby, what school do you want to go to in the future? If you'd like, you can come here and go to Smetine High School with your cousin Dali!"

Christine, who had been relatively quiet all day, suddenly spoke up: "Penny, we have good schools where we live too. Thank you for your kind offer, but you really don't need to bother."

Aunt Penny's smile froze for a moment, then she said, "I really like Bobby. Why don't you two reconsider? Although Dudley and Bobby are still young, they'll grow up together and their relationship will definitely be very good in the future."

Bobby was shocked. What was going on? Did Aunt Penny want her to be a child bride? Or was it Dudley's?

This is unacceptable!

Bobby swallowed the steak in her mouth, cleared her throat, and said in a crisp voice, "Aunt Penny, you don't know, I'm actually going to Queen Edberg College soon."

Penny quickly looked at Christine for confirmation, "Queen Edberg College? That private school where tuition is £20,000 a year?"

Christine nodded. Earlier this year, Bobby took the entrance exam for Queen Edberg College and was invited to enroll with a perfect score. The school even promised to reduce tuition by 90%.

The Evans family certainly doesn't lack that kind of money, but is it about the money? It's about honor!

Aunt Penny backed down, but Bobby knew things were going badly. In her haste, she had made a promise to "go to Queen Edberg College immediately," and things were probably about to turn sour.

Before saying goodbye to the Dursleys, Bobby gave Harry special advice, telling him to hang in there for a few more years, and that better days would come soon.

As for those spells, practice them secretly, but make sure no Muggles find out. And so Harry learned a new word: Aunt Petunia's family were all Muggles.

The family has traveled a long way to get here, so it would be a waste to just visit relatives once and then go back.

Since we've finally managed to get out of town, we naturally want to have a great time.

Selby took his family on a road trip in southern England, and Bobby took over the entire back seat, sitting or lying down, very comfortable.

Unexpectedly, when the family was about to visit Stonehenge, the car suddenly stalled and slowly floated into the air.

Christine screamed in terror, but Selvi sensed something and quickly looked to the back row. Sure enough, he saw Bobby's eyes roll back, her whole body convulsing, and even wisps of black smoke coming out of her eyes, ears, nose and mouth.

Around its tiny body, sparks of various colors burst forth.

With a "bang," an elderly man with white hair and beard appeared in the back seat. He placed one hand on Bobby's forehead, and the black energy quickly shrank back into Bobby's body. The Rolls-Royce landed safely on the ground.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Evans. My name is Albus Dumbledore, and I am Poppy's teacher—her magic teacher."

Selby nodded and said very politely to Dumbledore, "Hello, sir, I don't know what happened to my daughter?"

Dumbledore patiently explained, “Your daughter is born with great magical power, which is both a good thing and a bad thing. Poppy’s situation is like a balloon; if the air keeps piling up without being released, the balloon will burst. So if Poppy’s magic isn’t properly guided, she may not live past eleven.”

"What should we do then?" Servi asked anxiously.

Christine interrupted, "What are you talking about? What magic? What sorcery? Selvi, are you hiding something from me?!"

Selby gave Dumbledore an apologetic look, then turned to Christine: “Darling, I discovered that Bobby had magical powers when she was just over two years old, so I know that what Mr. Dumbledore said is true.”

Christine was almost in tears. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Selvi didn't know how to answer, so he could only say, "I was afraid you'd worry. Besides, it's good for a father and daughter to have some little secrets together; it helps strengthen their bond, doesn't it?"

Christine was furious. Did she think that her father and daughter needed to strengthen their bond, but their mother and daughter didn't? She turned angrily to look out the window, no longer saying a word, but two tears still silently slid down her cheeks. Bobby was her precious darling! How could she only live to be 11?

Selby asked Dumbledore again, "Mr. Dumbledore, what should we do now?"

Dumbledore laid the unconscious Bobby flat and said softly, "She needs to grow up in an environment where she can cast spells at will until she is eleven years old. Only then will her magic not go out of control."

Selvi is naturally very smart to have built such a large business. "Is the reason Poppy is like this today because we haven't been home for the past two days and she hasn't been able to use her magic?"

Dumbledore nodded approvingly. "That's right, that's the reason. But more importantly, Poppy's magic seems to be entering a period of rapid growth. If she continues to consume magic at the same rate as before, she might be in great danger."

Christine turned her head, her voice trembling with tears: "So there's no better way?"

Dumbledore said, "I will take her to Hogwarts, the best magic school in all of England, where many professors will help her, and she will receive the best education and the best care."

Selby and Christine looked at each other speechlessly; they were truly reluctant to part.

After a moment, Selvi asked, "Can we go with you to see the school you mentioned?"

“Of course, Mr. Selvi. It’s summer vacation now, so the school is quite empty.”

After obtaining the initial consent of the Evans, Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief.

It's strange what happened today. He was reading in the principal's office when he suddenly felt like going to Stonehenge to relax. That's when he saw Poppy with her magic out of control... Is this some kind of telepathy between master and disciple?

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