London is always gloomy, even on a summer day, and in the second week of the holiday, Mrs. Dursley, at 4 Privet Road, had cleaned her precious son's room and went downstairs to check on her nephew's housework.

Bowls, washed! Ground, sweep and mop! The dining table was also wiped out...

Even if he was a working billet, and it was not in vain that his own home had provided him with food and clothing for so many years, Mrs. Dursley could not help but think secretly.

If it weren't for the fact that this guy broke Dudley's toys and caused Dudley not to let him into his room, he wouldn't have asked me to clean up the house for Dudley.

After a sigh of regret, Mrs. Dursley went out into the courtyard, which was not large, but where she spent a great deal of time and every day tending to the garden.

To be precise, she used her neck, which was twice as long as ordinary people, to look through the fence and spy on her neighbors.

And those things that are snooped on often turn into accompaniments on the dinner table of the Dursleys.

Today, she targeted a family at 13 Privet Road diagonally across the street. If she hadn't overheard her neighbor's conversation yesterday, she would have thought the house there was still empty.

It is said that the owner of the house was very withdrawn, and he was rarely seen on the street, except that he was seen out to water the flowers every morning and evening.

And sometimes, he wears long robes and ornaments that look like they were from the last century. It is said that he has also been seen using a steaming crucible, pouring something out of it to water the flowers, and muttering vague words to the broken flowers at night.

is a very strange person.

And such rumors immediately reminded Mrs. Dursley of some bad memories, so she planned to see what kind of person that guy really was.

However, it did not happen until Mrs. Dursley had bald all the bushes in front of the courtyard, and she did not see the new neighbor.

But to be fair, just through the fence, she could see the flowers, they were so beautiful, the silver-blue flowers, the petals seemed to be stacked in thousands of layers, and they were so beautiful.

Even someone like her, who is not interested in flowers, can't help but look sideways.

At the same time, she also saw the scene of her precious son and nephew fighting.

Seeing that the children were fine, she could only be sad and returned home to start preparing lunch.

Outside, the emaciated Harry was grabbed by the tall Dudley, and he felt nothing but despair.

"Run, run again!" Dudley grinned, the fat on his face twisted and scary.

Harry, with his messy black hair and tattered glasses that had been taped together countless times, was looking at Dudley with the green eyes under those glasses, feeling disgusted.

Bang –

Dudley punched him in the nose: "Oh, are you still looking at me like this?" ”

The nosebleed was gushing, but Dudley didn't care, he tugged at the collar of Harry's wide old coat and wondered how to use him for some fun.

"Hey, Dudley!" Nearby, a bucktoothed boy with freckles on his face walked over, this was Peel, Dudley's good friend, and he motioned for Dudley to look at 13 Privet Road with a malicious look.

"Oh~ yes." Dudley burst into laughter.

No. 13 Privet Road, this place has been rumored to be in this pile of children recently, everyone says that there is an evil wizard living in it, who likes to eat children, and will use human blood to water flowers.

Look at the flowers, how beautiful they are in the flower garden, they are watered with human blood.

Clearly, Dudley knew more about the rumors about Privet Road 13 than his parents, but Dudley knew that his father didn't like the tales of wizards, so he was wise enough to never mention them at home.

"Nope! Dudley, you can't do that! Harry waved his hand repeatedly, trying to break free from Dudley's restraints, but to no avail, he was too thin to live in the closet, and Dudley was completely at opposite extremes.

"It's a garden that someone else has taken care of." Harry said quickly.

"You ruined it, didn't you?" Hearing this, Dudley seemed even more excited.

With that, they came to the fence at 13 Privet Road, and Dudley inquired to make sure there was no one, and then threw Harry into the flowerbed.

"Don't!"

Harry's exclamations were accompanied by the sound of Dudley's treacherous laughter and fleeing footsteps, and the sound of the flowerbed being crushed.

How fragile the stems were, and the crunch they made represented the passing of life, yes, life, and he didn't know why he felt the way about the two flowers, as if they were actually wailing in his ears.

Harry quickly rolled over and saw that he had crushed several silver-blue flowers like mille-feuille roses.

The flower looked precious, and Harry noticed the blood-colored dirt.

Suddenly, his breath stagnated, and those rumors poured into his mind.

Harry tried to escape, but felt guilty, and the two intertwined to make him feel like he couldn't move an inch.

Coincidentally, at this time, only a creaking sound was heard, and the door of No. 13 Privet Road slowly opened.

Harry turned his head and was greeted by fine Oxford carved leather shoes, followed by slim-fitting trousers, and then white shirts and cowhide waistcoats.

Harry then saw a grim, catwalk model-like face, with blonde hair combed back and a lifeless face. He was carrying a flower pot, and on his fingers were two ancient silver rings that had been somewhat oxidized.

Mu En pushed open the door, and immediately noticed the thin child who appeared in his flower garden outside inexplicably, as well as the precious potion he had carefully cultivated, and the Moon Spirit Flower that he cursed-

？！

Flower! My flowers, why did you send them?!

Then he noticed Harry with flowers and leaves on his body...

No, I built a reverse stabbing lightning strike formation on the fence, and a no-go formation was preset at the entrance to the front yard.

I'm afraid that someone won't open their eyes and hurt the potion.

Did you fly in??

"Hey, little ghost!" Mu En looked at him, a little angry: "Do you know how precious the Moon Spirit Flower is. ”

Harry was already frightened at this point,

"Hold... I'm sorry—" He felt his mouth a little disobedient, and his feet were swinging.

"I... I'll recover! ”

"Recovery?!" Mu En was laughed at angrily, a little helpless.

However, in the next second, a move that he couldn't understand appeared.

Harry suddenly crawled on the ground, covering the damaged flowers with both hands.

Harry was also a little confused at this time, he didn't know why he was doing such a thing, just... Feel?! Yes, he felt he should do it, he could do it.

Muen sighed and walked over to grab Harry's hand, he could tell that the kid had crushed his flower bed because of special circumstances, unless the other party wanted to use his fence as a back jump.

"Okay, let's go, even if you destroy the Moon Spirit Flower, I can..."

Halfway through his words, Mu En stopped abruptly, looking at the flowers blooming in the palms of this thin little imp in surprise.

"This..."Mu En's tone froze, and at the same time, he saw that the other flowers on the bush also began to regain their vitality, with this as the midpoint, and the flower stem as the vein, a life force began to radiate.

Harry was also surprised, he looked in disbelief at the moon that bloomed again in his hand... Moon Spirit Flower!

He hurriedly looked up at the man, and at the same time there was some timidity in his eyes. On the one hand, it is the fear that this man is an evil wizard as rumored. On the other hand, when he didn't express his ability to be so different from ordinary people, he would be punished, without exception.

Once, it was Aunt Petunia who couldn't bear his forever messy hair, and cut it all off with scissors, only to have her hair grow back the next day. This led to a week-long confinement of myself.

Another time at school, Dudley and his friends tried to chase after him and bully, but in the blink of an eye, he ran to the chimney of the house. This led to a month of confinement, a month in which he was either at school or in a closet, and could not even come out to eat.

Then, in Harry's turquoise eyes, he saw the big hand with the silver ring, many calluses, and what seemed to have gone through a lot of experience.

What is he going to do? Is he going to catch me and tell my aunt? How long will I be locked up for a full holiday?

Or is he really the evil wizard who is rumored to be going to take me? Are you going to eat me?

Harry was so frightened that he didn't dare move. He even felt that if the other party killed him, no one cared about him anyway, and there was nothing to miss on such a day......

Large hands covered Harry's messy hair, and then a smile appeared on Harry's lifeless face as Harry stared in disbelief.

"Well done, boy."