Harry Potter: The Witty Wizard

When he woke from yet another good night's sleep, Harry was hoping that the day would have nowhere near the drama of the previous day.

Today though, when he finally made it down to the dinette, the Granger adults were already up, dressed and eating breakfast.

Harry checked to ensure the dinette window was open for the Daily Prophet owl and Hedwig before checking to see what was for breakfast. A 'Full English' cooked 'lite', as he referred to it - there was no fried food as what would have been fried was poached or grilled, instead. Poached egg; grilled tomato, bacon and breakfast sausage; mashed potato 'cakes' and some tinned spaghetti. Harry had taken quite some time to explain the how and why for the food to be cooked that way to Dobby. But, Dobby immediately understood and didn't have a problem with it, anyway.

Harry went for two slices of toast with a poached egg on each slice, two tomato halves and two sausages. And that would only be his first helping.

While it made him feel somewhat like he was channelling Ron Weasley, he knew it was the potions that were causing this. He was now also eating a small meal between breakfast and lunch, another between lunch and dinner and would come down and 'mooch' food at about 9.00pm before he went to bed to sleep.

He'd just taken his first bite when the owls came in. He knew it was a matter of pride for Hedwig to deliver the paper to her master first; and living at the Granger residence was no exception. She ducked in through the open window about half a yard ahead of the other bird.

Harry was only surprised to see her because it meant she'd been able to 'bull' her way through the mail redirection charm that was back on him again. Or, maybe it had something to do with how she was his familiar as well as mail owl. It didn't matter.

Harry was not as quick as usual to free his familiar of her load before handing her a couple strips of bacon. He first cast a short string of detection charms on her load - even if it was her delivering it, even if it was the Daily Prophet. She gave a pleased 'Prek' sound, anyway, took her 'due' in bacon strips and flew out to go land in her tree in the backyard. Mayhap his familiar was also concerned with how he needed to reduce chances when mail arrived for him.

Getting the conversation back to where they were before the owls arrived, Monica asked, "You were saying about your plans for today?"

"Ah, yes," said Harry. "I was hoping for some mail from certain people so I could go through it with Hermione to show her the various differences between common and informal, but..." And shrugged.

"It's all going to the aurors now, right?" asked Monica.

Now he felt like an idiot. He'd just gotten through thinking how Hedwig had managed to get past the charm, while also forgetting the charm would redirect all his other mail.

"Oh-kay," he sighed. "I just had my own 'daft moron' moment."

"Pardon?" she asked.

He explained. He didn't try to make any excuses about his thinking, either.

"Ah!" she grinned. "Yes; I see what you mean."

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As the Grangers left for work in separate cars again, the senior auror on shift at that time, a male, handed Harry his owl mail.

There were two letters, this time; one from Neville and one from Marchbanks.

For no other reason than it was the one on top, he opened Neville's letter first.

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Harrison J Potter

Lord of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter

c/- Hermione Granger

Granger Residence

Wimbledon

Harry,

Thank you for owling me and letting me know you safely arrived at Hermione's home. With four aurors escorting you I wasn't worried, but confirmation is always nice to receive.

Though I was not sure whether I wanted to come home or not, Gran told me to. So, home I came.

I wish I had thought of offering my help to Professor Sprout, as you suggested, before then. I might have been able to use that as an excuse to remain at the school. I don't know if it might have worked, but it was worth the try.

At least at home now I can work on my own greenhouses. I dislike having to rely on our house elves to do it for me. I know they can do it, but I prefer to be the one who works them so I can pick up any problems that look like coming up and deal with them before they become a problem.

Gran is still very upset with you being, as she put it, 'disrespectful of his seniors'. I know you weren't and I appreciate you weren't. I finally got my own wand out of it. Now with my own wand I'm able to do a lot more magic with a lot less power. And I'm having fun out the back of the Hall going back over all the charms and transfiguration spells we learned and practicing them.

Gran tried to stop me doing that. But, I firmly reminded her I wouldn't have to if I'd had my own wand from the start. She didn't bother me about it after that.

She also 'ordered' me to inform you she has found a Proxy to sit the Longbottom Seat on the Wizengamot. But, she's not told me who that will be. I'm worried about it, because I think it might be my Uncle Algie. He's the one I told you about who first shoved me off that jetty in Blackpool, where I nearly drowned, and then dropped me out of one of the upper windows at the Hall.

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