The sea breeze at night is cold, with an astringent smell of the sea.

On a small isolated island, there was a room that shone faintly. Inside lay a couple, two children.

Penny Dursley lay on her humble bed, her eyes fixed on the cobwebs tangling around the ceiling, the smell of the sea penetrating through the door panels and into her nostrils.

The light in her eyes flickered and flickered, as if she had returned to that summer many years ago, under the willow tree.

It was on that day that she and Lily met a boy with black hair, and learned that Lily was the same as him - a wizard.

Wizard, what a mysterious word.

Penny will never forget how excited she was when she knew there was a magical wizarding world. It's just that she was quickly thrown into the abyss by reality.

It turned out that it was her sister who had the talent of a wizard, her outstanding sister who had been brilliant since she was a child, not an ordinary person like her.

After she secretly wrote a letter to the Headmaster at the time, Dumbledore, but he politely refused, Petunia's excitement turned to hatred.

She refuses to accept everything that has to do with that world, and she drifts away from her sister. It wasn't until the news of her sister's death came that there was a moment of trance in her eyes.

So, despite her extreme reluctance, she eventually took in her sister's orphan, the boy with a scar on his forehead.

"Lily......"

Penny's eyes were a little glazed.

"Bang bang bang!"

Suddenly, the wooden door of the hut was pounded violently, and the room shook with it. In the sound of knocking on the door, a somewhat familiar voice could be vaguely heard:

"Tap, Hagrid."

Vernon Dursley picked up the shotgun he had and pointed nervously at the door, his hand trembling slightly.

Today, the damn Scarhead Kid's letter infuriates him, but there's nothing he can do. As a last resort, I had to flee to this small island, but I didn't expect to be found.

The wooden door slammed down and slammed straight on the floor with a loud bang. Two figures, one large and one small, appeared in front of several people in the room under the reflection of the moonlight.

"What? Don't want to live anymore? ”

Dudley Dursley rubbed his eyes and yelled angrily. He struggled to sit up, wanting to teach a lesson to those who dared to disturb his sleep, and when he saw the hill-like figure at the door, he quickly hid behind his father.

Hagrid lowered his head, avoided the eaves, and stepped inside. The floor creaked and overwhelmed.

"What are you going to do! I warn you, I'll shoot if you come again! ”

Vernon Dursley clenched the shotgun in his hand, and the walrus-like beard unconsciously trembled with his fat face, and said with a fierce expression.

"Shoot?"

Hagrid sneered, snatched the shotgun, twisted the barrel into a muggle, and threw it back to him, shouting:

"Harry? Are you there? ”

"I, I'm here."

Harry, who had been hiding in the corner at the beginning, spoke up with some trepidation. He cupped his eyes, thinking to himself that the two Vernon uncles and Dudley were not as tall as this man combined.

Then he heard a familiar voice:

"Long time no see, Harry."

Norlin walked in from outside, walked past Hagrid, and smiled.

"Nolin?"

Harry's eyes widened as he ran to him in surprise.

"Mr. Dursley, let's go back to Privet Road, this is really not the place to talk."

Norin looked around, it was more like a grocery room, and he didn't know how Penny Dursley, who had a habit of cleanliness, endured it.

"Davis's boy? Why are you here? ”

Surprised by the sight of someone he knew well, Vernon Dursley's fear of the unknown eased a lot, and he feigned composure.

"Mr. Dursley, Harry is a wizard."

Norin thought about it, but said straight to the point.

As if one stone had stirred up a thousand waves, Vernon Dursley's mouth opened wide, as if he had heard some joke. His son, Dudley, rolled his eyes and looked at Harry.

Penny Dursley's face sank, and she felt the shadow of more than a decade ago fall on her again.

"What do you say? Sorcerer? Hah, that's a big deal—"

"Orchids are in full bloom."

Vernon Dursley laughed exaggeratedly, but before he could finish his sentence, he stopped abruptly.

With a flick of his wrist, Nolin blossomed into a bright flower from the tip of his wand.

"What is this, juggling? Don't think I'm going to believe you......"

Vernon Dursley stammered, a bean-sized drop of sweat sliding down his forehead.

Hagrid, who had been waiting impatiently, had no patience to explain to him, and casually pushed Vernon Dursley away like a toy, walked over to Harry, crouched down, and stared at the lightning scar on his forehead.

"Poor child, I carried you to Dursley's door. Your eyes are exactly the same as your mother's. ”

Hagrid spoke, his huge eyes moistened.

Harry looked at the giant in confusion and turned his look at Norin in disbelief.

"If you think it's a trick, then we don't have much to say."

Norlin glanced at Vernon Dursley, and his wand suddenly pointed behind him, exclaiming:

"Water Dragons Roll Wild!"

Behind him, a monstrous wave suddenly set off. The sea water surged up into the air, condensing into the shape of a water dragon, and roared silently at everyone in the room with a hideous face.

Vernon Dursley's face was as white as a piece of paper, and he sat on the ground.

An hour later, the Dursleys returned to 4 Privet Road after a long absence.

Vernon Dursley's hands trembled, and he poured Nolin and Hagrid a cup of tea, and said with trembling lips:

"You said Scarhead was a wizard...... Will he cast a spell like that in the future? ”

I'm afraid it's a bit hard. Norin thought to himself, but nodded and mumbled.

Norlin looked at Harry, only to find that his pupils were dilated, visibly in a daze.

Harry thought he was still dreaming. He never imagined that Norin, who had always been regarded as his elder brother since he was a child, would one day tell him that he was a wizard and unleash a terrifying magic on the spot.

Jesus was above, and that waterspout seemed to be the most destructive thing in the world.

"We're here today to inform you that Harry will be going to Hogwarts in September."

Hagrid exclaimed, he hadn't drunk the tea that Vernon Dursley had brewed. The teacup is too small for him to hold.

"Ah, go to school...... Okay, go to school, I shouldn't have to pay pounds for him, right? You came to the door and asked him to go to that school......

Vernon Dursley said tentatively.

"No, Harry's parents left him an inheritance."

Hagrid sneered, his voice lowering again.

"Mom and Dad? Heritage? ”

Harry slowly felt that the first eleven years of his life had been fake.