Garbage theory and happy +1
Harry looked at his thin arms, then at Uncle Felix's muscular body, and suddenly realized.
"Understand, wizards have many ways to go," Felix said.
Harry was no longer a young boy who knew nothing about the magical world. Looking at Uncle Felix, he immediately remembered a person and nodded immediately:
"Got it! Just like Godric Gryffindor!"
Gryffindor, one of the four founders of Hogwarts. In addition to being a great wizard, he was also the best fighter of his time.
The wand in the left hand and the sword in the right hand were the fighting methods of his followers at that time.
Thinking about it, Harry suddenly became curious: "Uncle Felix, are you from Gryffindor?"
"Gryffindor?" Felix was surprised for a moment, then shook his head: "I have never been to Hogwarts School, I have not even seen it with my own eyes.
But according to me, my character should be... Slytherin! "
Felix reviewed the description of Slytherin he had read in the book: ambitious, shrewd and self-interested, winning first...
"Of course, this is my guess based on the description in the book." Felix added.
With that said, the two of them had returned to No. 13 Privet Drive, and Lucifer opened the door in time.
"By the way, Uncle Felix. Why are you in the park?" Harry suddenly remembered.
Felix opened the door and walked in first: "After I stopped studying magic, I always felt like I couldn't find anything to do, so I would wander around. Today I went to the supermarket and bought some ingredients."
At this time, Harry also noticed the scene outside the window of Moonlight Castle. It was already getting dark, and Moonlight Castle had stopped at this time. The stars in the sky were bright, illuminating a circle of lake water.
Felix clapped his hands and said, "Let's have barbecue tonight, by the lake!"
"Really?" Harry was very happy.
"Of course!" Felix snapped his fingers and pointed at Harry: "You grill it, I'll eat it."
…
After dinner and cleaning, Harry returned to the study and started reading.
Although it is said that I have read one book in a month, these twelve books are already almost as high as others. All are ancient tomes.
Sometimes, when faced with some ancient and rare words, he even has to look in the dictionary to read them.
By the way, in addition to these twelve books, there is also a book about clothing...
Anyway...there is still a long way to go.
At the same time, he also took out the parchment book that he had sealed and started taking notes.
"An excellent wizard should have a body like gold."
Suddenly, Uncle Felix's words seemed to ring in Harry's ears again.
If you ask for the top, you will get the middle, if you ask for the middle, you will get the bottom——
After thinking for a while, Harry added another sentence.
"Anything that can't be done is garbage!!"
Well, Harry nodded with satisfaction, that's how it should be!
Early the next morning, Harry arrived at Moonlight Castle. As expected, a vinyl record was playing on the gramophone, and Uncle Felix was lying on the sofa, holding a book in his hand.
"As I said, I won't study anymore. I'll just read and chat for fun!"
These are Uncle Felix's original words.
Just today…
Harry didn't know if he was wrong, but when he walked in, Uncle Felix seemed to be trembling.
As if asleep.
Felix stood up, wiped his cheeks, combed his hair, then put down his book and looked at Harry:
"Good morning, so what time did you and Hermione make an appointment?"
"Ten o'clock." Harry was obviously impatient.
Felix nodded: "I'll tidy up and change my clothes. Lucifer, help me heat some hot water."
Harry was not in a hurry, walked to the kitchen and started preparing breakfast.
After unremitting efforts, he has now earned the right to make breakfast.
great!
Half an hour later, a brand new Felix stepped down on a pair of carved Oxford leather shoes: "By the way, Harry. Are you sure you want to go to Diagon Alley with your scar exposed?"
Harry, who had just put breakfast on the table, was stunned for a moment, and then touched his new hair style in the morning.
After thinking about it carefully, he shook his head: "Forget it.
I still remember the last time I went to Diagon Alley, because it was the beginning of school season, I heard a lot of people discussing when I would go to Hogwarts..."
Harry knew very well that he had nothing to do with Voldemort, but both people and some books published in recent years gave him the credit of "killing Voldemort and saving the wizarding world".
Some books even call him the savior.
He felt... it didn't make sense.
It shouldn't be like this.
If there is a savior, it should be his parents, not their little baby.
In short, he does not want this honor, nor does he want such fame.
After being with Felix for so long, Harry had a clear idea of many things.
Fame, honor, strength!
He will get it all by himself.
He didn't need such imaginary things as a "savior" or a "boy-who-lived".
"I'd better cover this scar," Harry said helplessly.
Felix was noncommittal. This scar had different feedback in different situations. He understood Harry's decision.
only…
"Forget it, don't use that headscarf, it's too ugly," Felix said with disgust.
As he spoke, he moved his fingers slightly, and a tan newsboy hat flew straight down from the second floor.
Felix put the hat on Harry's head, and then pulled it down.
"Okay, this will block it," Felix said. "Or you can turn the brim of the hat towards the scar to block it more tightly. But now, most people can't see it."
Harry was stunned for a moment, then touched the hat on top of his head, and then looked at the large T-shirt he inherited from Dudley.
"Uncle Felix, I want to buy clothes," Harry made a decision and took out his small vault.
He has had this idea for a long time. The money he saves is just in the hope that he can have more decent clothes.
Just like Felix!
The corner of Felix's mouth raised, feeling helpless. "It seems that I have to help you as a consultant."
As expected by Harry, in addition to Felix's persistence in magic that is difficult for ordinary people to match, there is another aspect, which is image.
"Eat, and then let's go to London," Felix urged...
…
"Girl, is this the place you and Harry agreed on?" Chris Granger parked the car on Charing Cross Street and looked at his baby daughter in the back seat.
To be honest, this was the first time he saw Hermione making a weekend appointment with friends...
Although it may not be the right thing to say, Chris had to admit that his baby girl didn't have many friends at school.
After all, this girl will be surprisingly harsh when it comes to studying.
"Yes, Dad, it's right here," Hermione nodded, then looked out the window, her eyes suddenly widened in surprise.
"Dad, is that Harry?" She pointed at the two figures standing on the roadside in disbelief.
I saw Harry standing on the side of the road, with a bit of happiness that couldn't be wiped off his face. His lower body was in drooping tapered trousers, and his upper body was in a simple white lining and a waistcoat that modified the waistline. It was slightly wider, but much more. A casual jacket.
Chris, who has been in society for many years, also saw Harry.
I don't know why, but when I saw this child wearing a pair of new clothes that were unique to him, and the look on his face that he couldn't wait to share, the old man who was already a father became more confused. A smile.
"Yes, girl. That's Harry and Mr. Peregrine," Chris replied.
"I think Harry is having a good time."