It's early autumn.

The sun slowly sinks in the west, and the warm afterglow of the setting sun shines lazily on the ground through the subtle gaps in the trees, reflecting the face of the little boy under the tree with a slight red.

Norlin was half-leaning against the tree, with a thin dog's tail in his mouth, chewing carelessly, and a pair of beautiful black eyes looking into the distance pleasantly.

There is a small garden next to Privet Road, and Norlin likes to stay here when he is fine, and he sits for an afternoon. It has been almost 11 years since he came to this world, and he has gone from doubting and panic at the beginning, to discovering a certain fact and joy, to now gladly accepting and treating it indifferently. At least, he has a happy family, doesn't he?

Thinking of the home in his previous life, Norlin couldn't help but pout, and an expression of unbearable looking back on the past looked a little awkward on his little face.

His parents often quarrel and even fight, his father is a drunkard, and his mother gambles, and their attitude towards him is not too bad, but it is definitely not good. So much so that he had to work part-time in high school, and he felt really remarkable that he could be admitted to college and pay the tuition. After graduating from college, he found an apartment, and rarely returned to that home, but only sent some money back when he paid his salary every month, which was also considered a little filial piety.

Life is pretty good now. Her mother, Liana Davis, was a well-known beauty and a skilled chef; His father, Justin Davis, opened a lawyer's office that was well-known in several nearby cities. Norin is a combination of this pair of talented and beautiful women, and naturally inherits their excellent genes, and you can get a glimpse of your handsome appearance in the future at the age of ten. He had long black hair, sparkling eyes that were rich black, and a small dimple on the side of his mouth, and he smiled warmly, like the warm sun shining on him.

Suddenly, Norlin's eyebrows raised, and his gaze fell on the three figures running not far away. To be precise, it's two people chasing one person running. To be more precise, it was two children covered in flesh who were chasing a thin child running.

"Potter! Don't let me catch you—" A big fat boy in the back yelled out of breath.

The boy in front ignored him and grimaced at the back. Keep running.

Norin stared at the boy named Harry Potter with a somewhat complicated expression.

Yes, he is Harry Potter. This is the world of Harry Potter.

Nine years ago, at midnight, Norlin had no doubts about Hagrid, Professor McGonagall, and Dumbledore, as well as the baby lying on the doorstep. With that comes the expectation and yearning for that wonderful wizarding world. At first, he was unsure of his wizarding talents, and even a little scared, but at the age of eight he was so surprised by his sudden magical outburst that he almost burned down the entire garden. Since that day, he has been looking forward to the arrival of eleven years old, and now, it is not far off.

Norin looked at Harry, who was running towards him quickly, his thoughts still wandering. He once thought that his family in his previous life was unfortunate enough, but compared to this boy who did not die, it was still a bit of a trivial. As a neighbor of the Dursleys, he saw all the suffering Harry had suffered.

Norlin somewhat admired the boy. Whether it was living in a cupboard since he was a child, or the revolt of the Rydersleys' weird spirit, or Dudley and his fox friends who bullied him endlessly, Harry's enthusiasm for life was not extinguished. Compared to this, Norlin felt that the miserable family in his previous life was not a big deal.

"Harry!" Norlin stood up and waved at Harry.

Harry had long since spotted Norlin lying next to the tree, and since he was a child, only Norlin could help him a little when he was bullied.

"Good afternoon, Nolin." Harry ran up to him, his hands on his knees, and he looked tired. Harry had an emaciated face, jet-black hair, and emerald green eyes. He wears a pair of round-rimmed glasses glued together with many scotch tapes, and has a faint scar on his forehead that looks like lightning.

"It's okay." Norlin crossed his hands and took a few steps forward, smiling kindly at Dudley, and shouted at Dudley, "Hello, Dudley." ”

The chubby boy's pace slowed down noticeably. Dudley cautiously walked in the direction of Nolin, looking at Nolin's smile, the fat on his cheeks trembled, and he said with some sneering: "Davis - I warn you not to meddle in your business, or I will ......"

"What if it doesn't?" Norin interrupted him with a smile, "Another fight?" Or is it better than anyone else? ”

Dudley shivered subconsciously. It's really strange that he can't beat him with such a thin body, and that's it, but he is still a prodigy who has been on the Times...... Dudley couldn't imagine that there really was such a person in the world.

"Hmph, Potter! Are you just going to hide behind others? Dudley pulled his accomplice past him, and said harshly as he walked back, "Wait until you get back to your poor ant's nest-like cupboard, and see how I clean you up!" ”

Norlin looked back with some concern, but Harry shrugged his shoulders and pursed his lips with a look of indifference. This boy has a distressing stubbornness.

"Thank you, Norlin." Harry scratched the back of his head and smiled.

"Thank you, I'll thank you later." Norlin remembered something, walked under the tree, picked up a box and handed it to Harry, "Happy birthday." ”

It was a box of cakes that read "Happy 10th Birthday Harry Potter". It's just a little rough and has a few obvious cracks.

Norin sighed a little distressedly, puzzled: "I did it at noon." You know that...... My mom never passed on this cooking skill to me. Alas, it's so hard to make a cake......"

Harry looked delighted but not surprised. He held the box in both hands, looked into Nolin's eyes, and said softly sincerely, "Nolin, only you remember my birthday." ”

"It's only been a day, it's hard to remember......" Norin muttered, turning around and walking home, "I'll give you a birthday cake every time, and I'll give you a different one next time." Let's go, if Dudley is bullying you when you go back, you can remind him a little by my name. ”

Harry nodded, but it was unknown whether he had listened or not. He looked at Norin's back, smiled again, and quickly followed.

The garden wasn't very far from home, and it didn't take long for Norlin and Harry to walk down the street on Privet Road. After saying goodbye to each other, the two walked into their respective homes.

Norlin could probably think of what would happen when Harry went back, but he didn't have a good way to do it, so he could only mourn for him in his heart, because he also had a headache.

Norlin pushed open the door and walked in. The room is not big, but there is a special warmth. The lights are warm tones, and the air is filled with the smell of pork ribs.

"Oh! Little Norlin, you're back! I heard the door open, and a beautiful face peeked out of the kitchen. Seeing Norlin coming over with a stiff face, Liana cheered, ran over with the spatula in her hand, and kissed Norlin the face, and her tone was full of softness, "Go wash your hands and get ready to eat." Today's dish is your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs! ”

Norlin touched his cheek helplessly, and then he cheered up a little. Mr. and Mrs. Davis have always wondered why their precious son is so obsessed with Chinese food, and for him Liana has learned how to cook Chinese food. Then, the family was conquered by Chinese cuisine.

More than half an hour later, Nolin's father, Justin, also returned. His face was slightly tired, and Liana greeted him as he entered, gently untied his tie, undressed him, and handed him a glass of half-lukewarm water. Justin smiled softly and leaned over to kiss her on the face.

Norlin sat on the couch and smiled. The relationship between his parents is so good, this is the happiest place he has ever crossed.

"Well, let's eat!" Liana greeted Norlin on the sofa and said confidently, "Today's dish must be the pinnacle of my culinary skills!" ”

Norlin was noncommittal, but Justin smiled and said, "Honey, every meal is the pinnacle of your cooking skills." Liana's eyes narrowed into crescents and her smile shone brightly.

As soon as Norlin stuffed a rib into his mouth, he heard Justin say, "Little Norlin, have you decided which middle school to go to?" Actually, I've always thought Eton College was pretty good. ”

Hearing this, Norlin swallowed the meat of the ribs, and after spitting out a bone, he said casually, "Let's talk about it in two days." ”

Liana gave Norlin another rib and answered: "Our little Norlin is a genius, and he is so good wherever he goes to school!" Let's think about how little Norlin will celebrate his eleventh birthday tomorrow. ”

Justin also looked at Norlin with pride and began to talk with his wife with interest.

After dinner, the two sat on the couch watching TV and chatting, while Norlin returned to his room on the second floor. He looked at the clock on the wall, thought quietly for a long time, and with excitement and apprehension, he lay on the bed and slowly closed his eyes.