Harry looked at his little thin arm, and then at Uncle Munn's muscular body, and suddenly realized.

"I see, there are many ways for wizards to go." Mu En said.

Harry was no longer a hairy boy who didn't know anything about the wizarding world, and when he looked at Uncle Muen, he suddenly remembered someone, and then nodded:

"Got it! Just like Godric Gryffindor! ”

Gryffindor, one of the four founders of Hogwarts. In addition to being a great wizard, he was also the best martial artist of his time.

The wand in his left hand and the sword in his right hand was the way his followers fought in those days.

Thinking about it, Harry suddenly became a little curious: "Uncle Muen, so you are from Gryffindor?" ”

"Gryffindor?" Mu En was surprised for a moment, then shook his head: "I haven't been to Hogwarts School, I haven't even seen it with my own eyes.

But I think my personality would be... Slytherin! ”

Muen looked back at what he had seen in the book about Slytherin: ambitious, self-serving, victorious...

"Of course, this is my speculation on the description in the book." Mu En added.

With that, the two of them had already returned to No. 13 Privet Road, and Lucifer opened the door just in time.

"That's right, Uncle Muen. Why are you in the park? Harry suddenly remembered.

Mu En pushed open the door and walked in first: "After stopping the magic research, I always feel that I can't find anything to do, so I will walk around." Today I went to the supermarket and bought some ingredients. ”

At this time, Harry also noticed the scene outside the window of Moonlight Castle. It was already a little dark, and by this time the Moonlight Castle had stopped, and the sky was full of stars, illuminating a round of water.

Mu En clapped his hands and said, "Eat barbecue tonight, by the lake!" ”

"Really?" Harry was delighted.

"Of course!" Muen snapped her fingers and pointed at Harry, "You roast, I'll eat." ”

……

After dinner and cleaning, Harry returned to his study and began to read.

Although it is said that I read one book a month, these twelve books are already about to be as tall as others. All of them are ancient tomes.

Sometimes, when faced with some old and obscure words, he even has to look at the dictionary.

By the way, in addition to these twelve, there is also a book about clothing...

Anyway... Heavy responsibilities.

At the same time, he also took out the parchment that he had sealed the edges of and began to take notes.

"A good wizard should have a body like gold."

Suddenly, Harry's ears seemed to be ringing Uncle Munn's words again.

Seek the top and get the middle, and seek the middle and get the bottom -

After thinking about it, Harry added one more sentence.

"If you can't do it, it's all rubbish!!"

Well, Harry nodded in satisfaction, that's how it should be!

The next morning, Harry arrived at Moonlight Castle early, and as expected, the gramophone was scrolling with vinyl records, and Uncle Muen was lying on the couch with a book in his hand.

"As I said, I won't study anymore, just read books and talk for fun!"

These are Uncle Muen's exact words.

Just today...

Harry didn't know if he was mistaken, but Uncle Muen seemed to be in a state of shock when he walked in.

It's like falling asleep.

Muen stood up, wiped her cheeks, brushed her hair, and then put down her book and looked at Harry:

"Good morning, so what time did you have with Hermione?"

"Ten o'clock." Harry was clearly impatient.

Mu En nodded: "I'll tidy up and change my clothes." Lucifer, help me boil some hot water. ”

Harry wasn't in a hurry, he went to the kitchen and began to prepare breakfast.

After a lot of hard work, he has now earned the right to make breakfast.

Great!

Half an hour later, the refreshed Muen stepped down on a pair of carved Oxford leather shoes: "That's right, Harry. Are you sure you're going to Diagon Alley with your scars exposed? ”

Harry, who had just placed breakfast on the table, was stunned for a moment, then touched his freshly groomed hair in the morning.

After thinking about it carefully, he shook his head: "Forget it."

I remember the last time I went to Diagon Alley, because it was the beginning of the school season, I heard a lot of people talking about when I was going to Hogwarts..."

Harry knew very well that he had nothing to do with Voldemort, but both people and some books published in recent years gave him the merit of "killing Voldemort and saving the wizarding world".

Even in some books, he is called a savior.

He felt... It doesn't make sense.

It shouldn't be like this.

If there really is a savior, it should be his mom and dad, not his little baby.

In short, he didn't want the honor, and he didn't want such fame.

After following Munn for so long, Harry had thought a lot of things through.

Fame, honor, strength!

He will get it on his own.

He doesn't need such non-existent things as "savior" and "boy who won't die".

"I'd better cover the scar." Harry said helplessly.

Munn was noncommittal, the scar had different feedback in different scenarios, and he understood Harry's decision.

Merely...

"Forget it, don't use that bandana, it's ugly." Mu En looked disgusted.

As he spoke, he flicked his fingers slightly, and a tan newsboy hat flew straight down from the second floor.

Munn snapped his hat around Harry's head, then pulled it down.

"Okay, that's it." "Or you can turn the brim of your hat a little bit more towards the scar, so that it can be blocked more tightly."

But now, ordinary people can't see it. ”

Harry froze for a moment, then touched his hat and looked at his oversized T-shirt inherited from Dudley.

"Uncle Muen, I want to buy clothes." Harry made a decision and took out his little coffer.

He had this idea for a long time, and the money he saved was to hope that he could have decent clothes.

Just like Uncle Muen!

The corners of Mu En's mouth rose, a little helpless: "It seems that I have to help you be a staff officer." ”

To Harry's surprise, Uncle Munn has a hard time with magic in addition to his attachment to magic, and that is his image.

"Eat, and then we'll go to London." Mu En urged...

……

"Girl, is this the place you agreed with Harry?" Chris Granger parked his car on Charing Cross and looked at his baby daughter in the back seat.

Honestly, it was the first time he had seen Hermione with a friend for a weekend...

While it may not be appropriate, Chris has to admit that his baby girl doesn't have many friends at school.

After all, this girl, as long as she talks about learning, will be surprisingly harsh.

"Yes, Dad, this is it." Hermione nodded, then looked out the window, her eyes widening in surprise.

"Dad, is that Harry?" She pointed incredulously to the two figures standing on the side of the road.

I saw Harry standing on the side of the road, with some indelible happiness on his face, the lower half of his body was draped tapered trousers, the upper half of his body was simple white shirt and waistline waistline, and there was a slightly wide but casual coat.

Chris, who has been in society for many years, also saw Harry.

For some reason, the old man, who had become a father, had a smile on his face when he saw the child dressed in a new dress that belonged to him, and the look on his face that he couldn't wait to share.

"Yes, girl. That's Harry and Mr. Jones. Chris replied.

"I think Harry is having a good time."