?????? On the last day of July, halfway through the holidays.

Harry sat in his small bedroom at 4 Privet Road, in a daze.

He held a yellow piece of parchment in his hand.

He already remembered the above content.

It was the only letter he received during the entire holiday.

It was Carl who sent it to him.

Seriously, even now, Harry wasn't sure if he and Carl were friends.

However, such a person who seems to be a friend is the only one who sent him a letter during the entire summer vacation.

Hermione could rest assured, Harry thought distractedly.

Throughout the second half of the school year, Ron became more and more estranged from him as he had been in the library.

It was Hermione, because the two had been in the library, and instead of looking up and looking down, they became friends.

However, even Hermione did not write a letter to him.

Harry could only console himself with the fact that Hermione had been too busy contacting Carl to take care of him.

The afternoon sun is particularly dazzling, illuminating the room transparently.

As with previous birthdays, the Dursleys habitually forgot about it.

Downstairs, the disgusting compliments of Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon came to his ears intermittently, mixed with Dudley's voice from time to time.

For the evening meeting, the husband and wife have been practicing all morning-

According to Uncle Vernon, if he could get the guests tonight, he would make the biggest deal of his life — the biggest drilling rig order of his career.

Harry put down the letter Carl had sent him, picked up a copy of Standard Spells, Level 3 from the bedside and read it.

It was something he had borrowed from the library, a blessing from Tohmin, and with the help of the former, Harry had completed all the lessons of the second half of the first year and the second year on his own throughout the second half of the first year.

Originally, he was still a little complacent, but near the end of the term, he saw Hermione holding a copy of "Standard Spell Level 5" with his own eyes, and he never had this emotion again.

Originally, Uncle Vernon wanted to lock up his spell book, wand, and everything else related to magic, but Hela's arrival made the former give up this idea-

Hela was so big and mighty that she was two laps bigger than Hedwig.

Uncle Vernon has always judged people by their appearance, and this even extends to pets, in the former's mind, what kind of pet goes with what kind of owner.

Hela's size made it seem that Uncle Vernon felt that he had made a great friend at school, and he knocked him on the side several times.

Although Harry did not admit this, he did not deny it, which made Uncle Vernon a little jealous.

Although this was a bit of a pretense, Harry was able to keep his wand, spell book, light wheel 2000 and a series of magical items from being confiscated.

At the same time, in his heart, he was more and more grateful to Carl.

......

After reading the book for a while, Harry sighed and put the book back on the bedside.

The difficulty of the third-grade textbook and the first two grades is not in the same order of magnitude at all, plus he is preoccupied, so he can't read it at all-

Tomorrow is the day of the Hearthstone Tournament, but he can't go.

The latest regulations from the Ministry of Magic require that all underage wizards who go to watch a game need to be accompanied by an adult, and he, for obvious reasons, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Penny simply can't accompany him to the game.

Sighing for a moment, the sun was setting in the west, and Harry pulled a holly wand out of his pocket and played with it in his hand, resisting the urge to use magic.

Ever since he focused on his studies, it had become apparent that his spell-casting abilities had increased almost daily, making him almost obsessed with the sensation of waving his wand and casting magic.

But for now, he can only suppress this desire.

Privet Road No. 4 was like a prison, locking his magical talents firmly in his body.

......

As the minutes ticked by, it was getting dark.

Downstairs, there was a ringing of the doorbell, followed by compliments that Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had practiced a thousand times before.

It seems that this is not a drill.

Harry sat on the bed, ready to play the role of a transparent man quietly.

However, when he moved his gaze to the other side of the bed, there was already a person sitting there.

"Carl?!"

Harry was surprised and delighted.

"Hello, Harry. ”

Karl nodded at Harry.

At this moment, Uncle Vernon's lame jokes could be heard downstairs, but Harry didn't bother to pay attention to them.

His chest was filled with an emotion called joy, and the gloom of days in his heart was swept away.

"But Carl, how do you ......?"

Harry looked at Karl suspiciously, wondering why he was here.

Karl didn't answer immediately, he glanced at Harry.

I haven't seen him for half a year, but the latter has obviously grown a lot, with green eyes and messy hair that covers half of the lightning scar on his forehead, which is quite a bit of a shadow from a movie.

"Come and see you, by the way......"

Carl's gaze swept across the room, eventually stopping in a corner near the closet.

"Tom, I know you're here, come out. ”

Carl said calmly, but the wand and the whitish knuckles in his hand showed that he was extremely nervous.

"Carl, it seems that you have improved the tracking spell, and ordinary tracking spells can't find me. ”

With a clear voice, a figure gradually appeared in the corner, a tall boy with a rather thin body.

Judging by his appearance, the boy was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with black hair and casually dressed in a black robe.

To be honest, Harry had never seen such a handsome man, as if all the perfect facial features in the world were all combined into one face.

And only ......

Harry looked at Karl, and only this face could compare to it......

Wait a minute!!

Harry suddenly felt like he had discovered something.

He looked at Carl, then at the tall boy who had suddenly appeared in his room.

Although the two are equally handsome, they don't look the same, but the eyes of the two people are almost as if they were carved out of the same mold.

Harry had seen these eyes many times in his dreams, so he was so impressed that he could see them at a glance.

"Carl, is he?"

Harry asked, confused, the two of them apparently knew each other from the conversation they had just had.

However, Harry noticed that Karl ignored him, and instead looked straight at the tall boy, without blinking his eyes.

Instead, the boy turned his gaze to him, his eyes glowing red inexplicably, and Harry thought he might be dazzled.

"Harry Potter, the boy who never dies. ”

The boy said with some emotion, and Harry noticed that the other's gaze lingered on his forehead for a moment.

Harry knew it was looking at his scars.

As he spoke, the boy held out his hand to him.

"When we first met, I was Carl's cousin. ”

"Hey!"

Harry noticed that Karl frowned as he looked at the boy's outstretched hand.

At the same time, he also noticed that the hand was very white, almost transparent, and the cyan veins were faintly visible.

"Don't forget our agreement!"

Carl said, with a hint of warning in his voice.

The boy looked at Carl and grinned, "Don't worry, Carl, I just wanted to say hello, after all, this is the second time we've met." ”

With that, he continued to look at Harry.

Harry hesitated, and though he wanted to ask when they had first met, he reached out and shook the boy's hand.

For a moment, Harry felt like he was holding an ice cube.

The two of them parted with a touch of hand, and the boy didn't do anything to him, and Harry didn't understand why Carl was so wary of his cousin.

Maybe it's like his relationship with Dudley, Harry couldn't help but think.

Harry noticed that Carl was visibly relieved to see the boy's hand parted from him, and then said to his cousin rather solemnly, "You have one last chance. ”

Harry thought Carl's cousin would be angry about it, but it wasn't.

Carl's cousin seemed to be accustomed to Carl's attitude, and nodded in agreement.

"You're right, Carl, there's one more chance. But I don't think I need this opportunity anymore. ”

"What do you want to do!"

Harry watched as Karl turned his wand directly at his cousin.

Even so, the latter did not have the slightest expression of anger, but looked at Karl's wand with interest.

That look, it's really like an older brother looking at his own brother.

Of course, it can also be understood that the father is looking at his son, but this understanding is impossible no matter how you think about it.

Harry felt that Carl was a bit excessive.

If Dudley had done this to him, he would have befriended Dudley long ago.

"Carl, I wasn't the one who broke the contract in the first place. ”

The cousin shook his head at Carl.

"I just thought, since you've caught me twice in a row, there's no need for this third time. ”

"I threw in the towel. ”

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