There was nothing Harry hated more than the month before the summer vacation.

He couldn't cast a spell.

Advanced potions also require magic power.

He can't do anything.

He could only read theoretical books, so Professor Flitwick sent him a batch of them with a letter attached, hoping that he could go to the Burrow this year and enjoy a happy summer vacation.

But Professor Flitwick's expectations were dashed.

The Weasley family won the grand prize of the Daily Prophet and received a huge compensation from Malfoy. They decided to go to Egypt in the last month of the summer vacation - when Harry ended his confinement at his aunt's house, and they warmly invited Harry.

Harry didn't agree.

He would rather train with Professor Flitwick, as he still has a lot of room for growth.

The "Horcrux" was like a huge rock pressing on his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Hedwig wasn't very busy this summer.

Hermione finally remembered that there was something called "telephone" in this world. They could communicate through the phone, which was convenient, fast, and clear.

Hedwig was very satisfied with this. When she had free time, she would often chase Petunia all day long and ask her to cook owl rations for her.

This summer vacation was not that difficult.

The Dursleys' attitude towards him improved a lot.

Dudley's attitude towards Harry changed the most.

Although he didn't dare to disturb Harry when he was reading, he was enthusiastic during the meal and asked if there was any potion that could make him more handsome.

"Harry, have you ever been in love at that school?" Dudley held his knife and fork, trying to eat as elegantly as possible. "I've been in love three times."

"I also held the hands of four little girls."

"I almost kissed one of them, if it wasn't for that damn teacher..."

Penny listened with great interest.

Every mother is happy to see her son show off his charm.

"You remind me of a professor of mine," Harry said softly, swallowing the fried fish in his mouth.

Dudley wondered.

Harry went on: "He likes to date students. Like you, he has three relationships in one semester."

Fenon frowned, "Scum, scum! Can't there be a normal person among your weird guys?"

Dudley didn't have any specific impression of "teacher-student love", his eyes were still enthusiastic: "Then what? How was it?"

"It exploded," Harry said simply.

Dudley was stunned.

Harry was kind enough to slowly raise his fist from the table, raise it in front of Dudley's eyes, and suddenly open his five fingers: "Bang, it exploded like a firework."

Dudley shuddered.

Vernon and Penny looked horrified.

"Don't scare Dudley, he's different from you freaks." Vernon twisted his body and stabbed the fork hard into the fried fish.

"I'm not kidding." Harry took his hand back, "It really exploded."

Penny swallowed hard: "Lily never told me that Hogwarts would be so dangerous."

Dudley's face turned pale: "Love... is love such a terrible thing?"

Harry thought back.

The bed that Yennefer threw out and almost hit her head nodded with lingering fear: "It's okay with one person, but it would be really dangerous if it's with more than one."

"No!" Vernon glared, trying to explain, telling his old romantic stories to correct his son's ideas, "My dear Dudley, you have to know that men..."

Penny let out a sigh and cut the fried fish into small pieces with a knife. She said in a gentle tone, "What should a man do?"

"A man should be single-minded." Vernon's expression changed immediately and he said seriously, "Harry is right. If you are indecisive in a relationship, it will really explode."

Dudley turned even paler.

He never believed such nonsense before. How could a normal person suddenly explode?

until……

He meets Harry and sees magic.

The young boy was left with a shadow in his heart that made him unable to solve any math problems.

A month goes by quickly.

Flitwick came to pick up Harry on time. He looked up at his student and sighed, "Harry, you should go on a good trip to relax."

"Professor, now is not the time to relax, you know that, Tom." Harry shook his head and dragged his suitcase.

Flitwick raised his wand.

Harry's face changed. "The Knight Bus again?"

"Can you change it?"

Flitwick deadpanned, "No."

Half a day later.

Harry dropped the suitcase off the Knight Bus along with the conductor.

"Hey, I'm not your luggage." The ticket seller grinned, expressing his dissatisfaction.

Harry apologized insincerely: "Sorry, I was dizzy and saw it wrong."

"You are taking revenge on me, Mr. Potter." The conductor held his waist and stood up. "When you take this train again next year, I will give you a little surprise."

"You know me?" Harry tilted his head back.

The conductor pointed to his own eyes and said, "Lion-like eyes, easy to identify."

"I suggest you go back to school." Harry said sincerely.

The conductor was stunned.

Harry continued, "Lions have round pupils. Vertical pupils like these belong to cats or snakes."

"Really?" The ticket seller was a little unconvinced. He took out his wand and turned the chocolate in his hand into a Gryffindor badge. He looked at it carefully and said with surprise, "Really!"

"The lion's pupils are actually round."

He felt like his worldview was somewhat shattered. According to Muggles, aren't lions a member of the cat family?

Harry ignored him, feeling somewhat recovered, and dragged his luggage towards Godric's Hollow.

As usual, have a drink at the bar.

"Harry, I think we should take a few days off." After a glass of whiskey, Flitwick suggested, "You've only had a month off..."

"Professor, I don't need much rest time." Harry said seriously, "I haven't touched magic for a month at my aunt's house."

Flitwick hesitated, sighed, and suppressed his words in the wine.

He felt that he had to ask Dumbledore for another month's salary, double pay!

"How's Ragnac doing?" Harry asked.

Flitwick shook his head, "He hasn't had an easy life. He was raided after your last report. That was a big surprise."

"Except for the few weapons he produced."

"We also found quite a few weapons, armor, and even half a wand that he had hoarded not long ago."

"Half a wand?" Harry wondered. "What good would that do?"

"It's useless, but the wizards think it's a provocation." Flitwick said this with a sigh, "A non-human race still wants to own a wand."

"He should still be alive, right?" Harry asked worriedly.

Flitwick nodded. "Of course, he is still alive and well. With the help of the Ministry of Magic, he opened a blacksmith shop."

He bit the word "help" very hard.

"That's great." Harry nodded, "I have a lot of materials stored here."