Early the next morning, Harry was ready to go to 13 Privet Road.

Normally, the first floor of Moonlight Fort should be empty at this time. Uncle Muen is either still asleep or doing magical research in the basement.

He would stand outside and knock softly, and then Mr. Lucifer, who controlled the entire castle, would open the door for him.

Today, however, as soon as Harry stepped into the flowerbed, he heard some stirring melodies.

The door slowly opened, and immediately, the music in my ears became louder. Harry could hear it right away, it was the sound of a very hot British band.

Uncle Vernon didn't like music, and every time a music show came on TV, he would change channels with a grumpy face.

Something was always shouted in his mouth: "Noisy, a bunch of polluted ears." "Something like that...

Later, Harry saw Uncle Muen busy in the kitchen.

Hearing the door open, Muen turned his head to look at the door, and when he saw that it was Harry, he nodded at him, then turned his head to continue to focus on cooking.

"Uncle Muen?!" Harry greeted in surprise.

"Hmm." Mu En replied lightly.

Harry's ears rang with the sound of muffled music, from the gramophone he had repaired while practicing spells.

Mama， just killed a man…

Mama，life had just begun…

Listening to the singing in his ears, Harry only felt that everything in front of him was very strange, but... He couldn't tell.

Then, he turned his gaze to Lucifer and asked, "Mr. Lucifer, what happened?" ”

Lucifer seemed normal at this time, still lazily responding to Harry: "He, he's lost!" ”

"Lost?" Harry was a little confused.

"Hmm." Lucifer didn't want to say more, and sank back into the fire.

At this time, Muen also brought out two breakfasts, and after Harry sat down, he said, "You can go to the second floor by yourself and find a room to use as a study." ”

"Really?" Harry looked up.

"Hmm." Mu En nodded, Harry had been on the first floor all this time, using this large stone table to study, but it was really a little shabby.

Most of the castles are empty, and sailors used to stay.

The reason I didn't get Harry a study before... Lazy.

After breakfast, Muen went to the basement and brought out a lot of books from underneath while Harry was cleaning.

"What are these?" Harry looked at the books with some nervousness.

"These are the books you need to read this year." Mu En nodded flatly.

Mu En looked at the expression on Harry's face, turned his head to look at the book that was about the same height as Harry, and was a little puzzled: "One book a month, it's not too much." ”

Harry nodded stiffly, "It should... No problem. ”

Obviously, he himself was a little unsure.

Muen looked at the expression on Harry's face and wanted to laugh. Then he turned and headed upstairs, followed by Harry.

On the second floor, Muen led Harry to a room about twenty or thirty square meters with a balcony. The house is a bit cluttered, but there is no garbage.

With a wave of his hand, a large amount of debris poured towards the wall on the left, and at the same time, the wall cracked a large gap, and in the blink of an eye, all the debris was cleaned up to the next room.

Only a desk, a chair, and a bookcase were left.

"If you want to add something, you can go to the other rooms and look through it." Mu En said, pushing his hand forward slightly, and the book flew towards the shelf.

"You've been cleaning for so long, and I think you know better than I know what you can use in the clutter pile."

Harry nodded repeatedly, his eyes shining.

He couldn't help but walk forward, looking around the room.

It's your own room!!

Although he had been "given" a room by the Dursleys some time ago, it was too small, and it also doubled as Dudley's garbage house.

It's the house where Dudley played with a bunch of broken toys...

"That's right." Muen suddenly remembered something and called out to Harry.

Harry looked back and saw Munn's left hand on his right wrist.

When Harry first saw Munn, his sleeves were rolled up, and it was then that Harry knew that Uncle Muen's arm had many rune formations.

Later, Harry saw Munn access many items from this hand through his sleeve.

Mu En slowly withdrew his hand, and an ancient ring appeared on Mu En's hand as if by magic.

"A birthday present for you." Muen said, tossing the ring to Harry.

Harry's heart jumped, and he hurriedly took the ring.

On closer inspection, this is an ancient ring with some oxidation, and the material is more in line with the description of white tartar in the book.

The rings weren't as big as those on Uncle Muen's hands, and they weren't overloaded, only some arcane runes that could only be found if you looked closely.

"This is one of the amplifiers I eliminated a long time ago." Muen said, "It has about 135% amplification against most spells. However, if you use it to unleash black magic, it only has 80% potency. ”

Mu Enmo held the ring on his hand, and suddenly changed his words: "Harry, what is the advantage of the ring caster?" ”

Harry was playing with the ring, and he didn't expect to get the spellcaster one day.

He placed the ring on the middle finger of his right hand, and the ring contracted automatically, clasping his finger tightly.

was happy, but he didn't expect Uncle Mu En to ask a question at once, he was excited, and quickly began to brainstorm, and replied after a while:

"The strength of a ring-type spellcaster is its concealment, its ability to disarm, and the fact that we can use it to cast spells at any time.

And the ring class basically has no requirements for the cooperation between the person and the spellcaster, because it is worn on our fingers! ”

Mu En nodded, quite satisfied with this answer, and turned around: "Clean up the room, you can deal with him casually, clean up exactly the way you envisioned, and give you a day..."

"Yes!" Harry said happily, "Thank you, Uncle Muen. ”

……

……

Time flies. Today, the Dursleys turned on their lights early, before the sun came out. Even Dudley took the initiative to get up from his bed.

Harry sighed slightly as he looked diagonally across the street at 13 Privet Road, across the street.

For no other reason, today is the day of school.

He's going to school.

Knock Knock Knock –

A violent slamming of the door sounded, and Uncle Vernon yelled angrily outside the door: "Get up, you bastard, do you want everyone to wait for you?!" ”

"I'm up!" Harry said through the door, and quickly began to get dressed.

His school uniform was the one Dudley had worn before, and it was given to Harry after Dudley fell and accidentally tore the crotch of his pants.

After Dudley tore his clothes, he even knew that the suit would fall on Harry, so he deliberately rolled in the mud with his clothes on, and took his friends to paint with watercolor pens on his clothes, and even stuck his nose on his clothes...

"Clean up!"

Thinking of this, Harry reluctantly waved a spell at the school uniform again.

The movements are skilful.

Only then did he put the garment on. Walking downstairs, it was not surprising with a disgusted urging.

But there is no more insulting.

This is the change that Uncle Muen has brought to this family.

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, Harry looked at the clothes he was wearing. This holiday season, thanks to Uncle Tomun's blessing, Harry seemed a lot stronger, barely able to hold up the garment.

He straightened his collar and looked at himself in the mirror, suddenly feeling that something was wrong.

His hand unconsciously reached for the comb. Then he brushed the long, messy hair from his forehead.

The conspicuous scar was revealed.

Through the scar, Harry seemed to see the gestures of the people in the school, and the words they spoke.

A small child with an ugly scar on his forehead is not a good thing in the first place.

Especially when this child is still a target of bullying.

That's why Harry's hair, even if it was cut short the day before, would be long and messy the next day.

Because he was afraid to show this scar in his heart, he needed long hair to block it!

Because of this scar, he will be discussed by his classmates, and even ridiculed.

Harry took a deep breath, no longer hesitated, and brushed his hair back.