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Chapter 11: The start of school

The pillow fight carried a playful element, so Dudley didn’t call for help, simply letting Harry give him a good beating with the pillow.

For some reason, after that night, Dudley became Harry’s follower.

In the month leading up to the start of school, Dudley treated Harry as if he were a completely different person.

Only Harry knew the truth: part of it was that Dudley was somewhat afraid of his magic, but the bigger reason was Harry’s promise to bring him some magica...

Chapter 10: He Still Has to Thank Me

Uncle Vernon was very trustworthy—or perhaps he was just afraid that breaking his promise might lead the neighbors to discover that they had a freak living in their house. So, the 500 pounds were delivered to Harry's room that very night.

"Boy, you'd better keep your word!" Uncle Vernon said, his face full of displeasure.

"Rest assured," Harry replied with a sincere smile.

Keeping promises.
For 500 pounds, Harry was willing to play along.

Lying in bed, Harry f...

Chapter 9: Pigs with Wigs

Considering that the Dursley residence wasn’t very far, Harry and Hagrid opted for the nine-sickle meal on the Knight Bus without bothering to order hot cocoa or grab a towel and toothbrush.

The Knight Bus was incredibly fast, far outpacing any Muggle transportation. Obstacles in its path magically shifted aside, making the journey both safe and full of magical charm.

In less than twenty minutes, Harry arrived at the Dursleys' doorstep.

“I won’t be going in with you...

Chapter 8: Magic Wand and Birthday Present

Mr. Ollivander opened his mouth slightly, clearly not expecting Harry to say something like that.

To avoid an awkward silence, Mr. Ollivander decided to change the topic.

"Thank you, Mr. Potter," he said, turning back to the counter. He pulled out a measuring tape and then asked, "Which arm do you usually use for your wand?"

"My right hand, sir," Harry replied, maintaining a polite smile.

"Raise your arm, oh good." Mr. Ollivander began taking Harry's measurements, ...

Chapter 7: I Think He Looks Like Lily

After leaving Gringotts, Hagrid suggested taking Harry to purchase the items listed in his acceptance letter.

As they passed a sweet shop, Hagrid bought two ice creams and handed Harry one topped with raspberry and chocolate sauce. Eating as they walked, they made their way to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.

Madam Malkin was a plump, kind-looking witch with a warm smile. When she saw Harry, she cheerfully welcomed him into the shop.

Harry quickly finished his ice ...

Chapter 6: Gringotts Vault

“Yes, I’ve brought it,” Hagrid said, rummaging in his pocket as he spoke.

First, he pulled out two dormice and placed them on the counter, then a puffskein. Finally, after searching for a while, he exhaled in relief.

“Found it.” Hagrid held up a tiny golden key.

The goblin took the key, examined it carefully, and then handed it back to Hagrid.

“Seems to be in order.”

“I also have a letter from Professor Dumbledore himself,” Hagrid said nonc...

Chapter 5: I Thought It Was Harry Potter

Even after a century, the Leaky Cauldron remained as dirty and cramped as Harry remembered.

As they pushed open the door, a strong smell of alcohol hit them, mixed with the stench of secondhand smoke.

The patrons seemed to recognize Hagrid immediately. Upon seeing his towering figure, several customers at the bar raised their glasses and loudly welcomed him.

"The usual, Hagrid?" asked Tom, the bartender behind the counter.

"Oh, not today, Tom. I've got important busine...

Chapter 4: What about the next day?

"Yes, oh, by Merlin’s saggy pants..." Hagrid sighed wistfully. "Even after all this time, people still shudder at the thought. That man was so utterly evil. His name was..."

However, as he reached this point, he swallowed hard and couldn’t bring himself to say another word.

"Maybe... we could write the name down?" Harry suggested helpfully.

"No, I can’t spell it. Let me just tell you—it’s Voldemort." Hagrid shivered. "This dark wizard was incredibly powerful. Mo...

Chapter 3: Hagrid

Hearing Hagrid's words, Harry sharply caught a detail in his speech.

"So... you knew my parents?"

Then he realized it was quite rude to keep someone standing at the door, so he invited, "Sorry, that was impolite of me, Mr. Hagrid. Please come in."

"Oh no, no, I'm far too tall; I wouldn't fit in this house," Hagrid replied, slightly embarrassed. "Besides, I need to take you to Diagon Alley. If you don't mind, we can talk on the way."

"Alright," Harry nodded. Hagrid imme...

Chapter 2: Admission Notice

Harry had held back for a long time, but in the end, he couldn't suppress it. Sitting on what could barely be called a "bed," he burst out laughing.

By Merlin's bowtie—Principal Black, he’s dead!

Phineas Black was undoubtedly the most despised headmaster the school had ever seen.

How disliked was he? Two students who didn’t even know each other could instantly bond like brothers over their shared disdain for him.

There was even a saying at Hogwarts back then:...

Chapter 1: Return

"Get up! Get up! Quickly!"

The urgent sound of knocking echoed as Harry Potter groggily opened his eyes.

He instinctively reached under his pillow for his wand but grasped at nothing.

His green eyes narrowed, and as he raised his arm, he noticed it had grown weak and frail.

What’s going on?

His heart sank as he looked around and realized he was in a cramped and narrow space.

The cupboard under the stairs…

The Dursleys’ cupboard under the stairs....