Harry Potter, who has lived in his uncle's house since he was a child, has cried a lot, and he has never enjoyed being cared for since he can remember.

Now that he was six years old, his cousin Dudley and his treatment in heaven and earth had made him mature early, and many times he could not resist prosecuting injustice, only to receive a mocking response.

"Cut, you skinny and filthy little broken child, how can you compare to my baby Dudley." Aunt Petunia said proudly, "All the toys in this house are Dudley's, and even if you're lucky enough to come across one or two Dudley's leftovers, that doesn't mean you own them, understand?"

"Some people are born to enjoy less than others. You are the opposite, that's the truth. ”

Harry Potter vaguely felt that this was wrong, but he saw that he was indeed thin and small, and Dudley's cousin was white and chubby, probably ...... What my aunt said is true.

Harry Potter, who hadn't gone to public school and had been locked up at home, didn't know what was right and what was wrong.

As with most adults, it doesn't matter if it's right or wrong.

Naturally, no one mentioned it, and Harry just speculated from Cousin Dudley that he should have a birthday, but he didn't know why his aunt and uncle-in-law never prepared for it.

Probably this is also innate, some people are not qualified to celebrate birthdays.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong."

The doorbell rang.

Harry didn't move, he wasn't locked high enough to finish opening the door, so he had to help with a small stool in the kitchen.

Aunt Petunia didn't seem to want to let him touch the door, and any knock outside of the appointment always made her slightly nervous.

In the past, there was always a salesman in a short shirt outside the door, and when he said a few words, his aunt would respond with a wooden door.

Today, I haven't heard the sound of "bang", which is a bit strange.

In between taking breakfast out of the kitchen, Harry stole a look.

Oh my God, there is such a tall man? Harry was taken aback, the man was so tall, taller than the door of his aunt's house. Since Aunt Penny wasn't tall, Harry could skip her and look up at the man standing in the doorway.

Unfortunately, there wasn't enough distance and they didn't talk loudly, and Harry couldn't hear what they were saying.

Aunt Vernon, who had put the slices of toast on the table and buried them in the newspaper, suddenly asked, "Who's out there, boy?" ”

Harry subconsciously replied, "I don't know, I don't. ”

Aunt Vernon glared at him and said, "I didn't expect you to know him." Go get the milk, what are you still doing? ”

Harry obediently returned to the kitchen, an inferior man like him could not resist Aunt Vernon, who was as tall as Dudley's cousin.

But before he entered the kitchen, he peeked at the door again, where the tall man was handing something to Aunt Penny, who was looking at it earnestly.

By the time he came out with the milk, the door was closed, and Aunt Petunia was walking away looking at the paper in her hand.

Harry quickened his pace, he didn't want to get in the way of the superior people.

If only I could be literate, Harry thought, he had overheard Uncle Vernon talk about their intention to send Harry to a free public school, preferably one close to home.

At breakfast time, Dudley was immersed in his feast, and Harry was given only a small slice of bread and half an omelette, and the cold water was taken directly from the tap, and he always felt a little toothache when he drank it in the morning.

"Look at this, honey." Aunt Petunia finally finished reading the piece of paper in her hand, and she handed it to Aunt Vernon with a look of interest.

"I'll see, oh, no money, room and board? As long as you come home every winter and summer vacation. Aunt Vernon couldn't help but admire as he watched, "You don't even need to go home when you're in your senior year?" That's great. And also...... It's great that it's certified by the government, so that the children's agencies and human rights agencies don't bother us. ”

As he said this, the fat smile on his face piled together, and his eyes glanced at Harry, intentionally or not.

Harry couldn't help but shudder, and Aunt Vernon's eyes narrowed, which often meant that he was going to be beaten.

They always warned him not to tell anyone who came to his door about the beatings, because "there are still too many nosy people in this country."

Otherwise, he will only be beaten harder.

But this time he didn't do anything wrong, why was he beaten again?

Uncle Vernon squinted at Harry for a moment, and then he spoke, his tone very flat, as if full of disgust: "Little ghost, your good luck has come, there is a new private church school enrollment, you can go to school there."

"Don't look at me with that surprise, I know what you want, no one will send you back this time, this is a legal school."

Harry didn't quite understand that Uncle Vernon had sent herself out many times, and each time they were approached by human rights agencies and children's agencies and stuffed back, otherwise they would have to be prosecuted for desertion and sentenced to a hefty fine.

Probably more than the money to raise a senior cousin.

Harry's mouth opened, he was too happy to know what to say.

"Well, that's it, you're not qualified to have an opinion. Now, go to the kitchen with your plate and clean the utensils you just used, and don't let me find out you're wasting water, or ......"

Harry hurriedly left with his plate, he was so small that he almost fell when he jumped off the stool.

He didn't know what Aunt Vernon said to Aunt Penny later.

At night, Harry slept in the little attic at the bottom of the stairs, which was spacious and didn't put anything on it.

Of course, he didn't have anything in the first place, although on several occasions some people who claimed to be children asked Aunt Vernon to provide him with clean quilts and pajamas...... But he didn't understand what they were, and Aunt Vernon didn't change much.

Until now, Harry slept with his short shirt covered.

There was no light in the small attic, and Harry stared at the bottom of the dark staircase with his eyes open, and in a moment he fell asleep.

It's just that before falling asleep, it seems that I heard something.

"It's so skinny."

"Well, like Snape did when he was younger."

The next morning, Harry woke up to the sound of Aunt Penny coming downstairs, and he quickly got up, put on his short shirt, yawned and opened the door, intending to go into the kitchen to make breakfast.

When he opened the door, he stumbled upon Aunt Penny, and Harry immediately came to his senses, and he was startled and pulled the door in fear, for fear of being hit on the head by his aunt.

Unexpectedly, Aunt Penny just glanced at him and walked into the kitchen without saying anything.

The morning passed as usual.

After breakfast, the doorbell rang.