Chapter 31: Chapter 31: The Garbage Theory Plus 1
Chapter 31: The Garbage Theory Plus 1
Harry looked at his thin arms and then at Uncle Moon's robust physique, suddenly enlightened.
"Do you understand now? Wizards have many paths to choose from," Uncle Moon said.
Harry was no longer the ignorant little kid about the magical world. Looking at Uncle Moon, he immediately thought of someone and nodded.
"I understand! Just like Godric Gryffindor!"
Gryffindor, one of the four founders of Hogwarts. Besides being a great wizard, he was also an outstanding duelist of his time.
Wand in the left hand, sword in the right—his preferred fighting style in those days.
Thinking about it, Harry suddenly became curious. "Uncle Moon, so are you a Gryffindor?"
"Gryffindor?" Uncle Moon looked surprised for a moment, then shook his head. "I haven't been to Hogwarts, and I haven't even seen it with my own eyes. But if I had to guess, my personality would probably be... Slytherin!"
Uncle Moon reviewed the descriptions he had read about Slytherin: ambitious, shrewd, self-interested, and prioritizing victory.
"Of course, this is just my speculation based on the descriptions in the books," Uncle Moon added.
With that, the two had already returned to Number 13, Lilac Lane, and Lucifer timely opened the door.
"Oh, Uncle Moon. Why were you in the park?" Harry suddenly remembered.
Uncle Moon pushed the door open and entered first. "After giving up magical research, I always feel at a loss, so I wander around. Today, I went to the supermarket and bought some groceries."
At this moment, Harry also noticed the scene outside the window of Moonlight Castle. The sky had darkened, and Moonlight Castle had already stopped. The starry sky illuminated the lake.
Clapping his hands, Uncle Moon said, "We'll have a barbecue by the lake tonight!"
"Really?" Harry was very excited.
"Of course!" Uncle Moon snapped his fingers, pointing at Harry. "You do the grilling, and I'll do the eating."
...
After dinner and cleaning up, Harry returned to the study to read. Although it sounded like he finished a book every month, these twelve books were almost as thick as a person. All of them were ancient and weighty classics.
Sometimes, faced with unfamiliar and ancient vocabulary, he even had to consult a dictionary.
Oh, besides these twelve, there was also a book about clothing...
Anyway, the road ahead was long.
At the same time, he took out the parchment-bound book and started taking notes.
"An outstanding wizard should have a body like gold."
Suddenly, Harry seemed to hear Uncle Moon's words in his ear.
Seeking above, attaining in the middle—
After some thought, Harry added another sentence at the end.
"Those who can't achieve it are just garbage!"
Well, Harry nodded in satisfaction. It should be like this!
Early the next morning, Harry arrived at Moonlight Castle. As expected, the phonograph was playing a vinyl record, and Uncle Moon was lying on the sofa, holding a book.
"I said I wouldn't research anymore. Just reading for leisure!" These were Uncle Moon's original words.
However, today...
Harry didn't know if he had seen it wrong, but when he walked in, Uncle Moon seemed to have shivered.
As if he had fallen asleep.
Uncle Moon stood up, rubbed his cheek, tidied his hair, and then put down the book, looking at Harry.
"Good morning. So, what time did you arrange to meet Hermione?" Uncle Moon asked.
"Ten o'clock." Harry was obviously impatient.
Uncle Moon nodded. "Let me freshen up and change clothes. Lucifer, heat some water for me."
Harry was not in a hurry, went to the kitchen, and started preparing breakfast.
Through unremitting efforts, he now had the right to make breakfast.
Great!
Half an hour later, a refreshed Uncle Moon walked down: "By the way, Harry. Are you sure you want to show your scar in Diagon Alley?"
Just as Harry had just put breakfast on the table, he paused and then touched his newly styled hair.
After careful consideration, he shook his head. "Forget it. I remember the last time I went to Diagon Alley, because it was the beginning of the school year, I heard a lot of people discussing when I would go to Hogwarts..."
Harry knew very well that he had no connection with Voldemort. However, whether it was people or some books published in recent years, they attributed the "killing Voldemort and saving the wizarding world" achievement to him.
In some books, he was even referred to as the savior.
He felt... it wasn't right.
It shouldn't be like this.
If there really was a savior, it should be his mom and dad, not him as a baby.
Anyway, he didn't want this honor, nor did he want this kind of fame.
Having been with Uncle Moon for so long, Harry understood many things very clearly.
Fame, honor, power!
He would achieve them all on his own.
He didn't need the title of "savior" or "the boy who survived."
"I'll cover the scar." Harry said helplessly.
Uncle Moon didn't comment. This scar had different reactions in different situations, and he understood Harry's decision.
But...
"Forget about using that headscarf; it's too ugly." Uncle Moon looked disdainful.
Saying that, he lightly flicked his fingers, and a brown newsboy cap flew down from the second floor.
Uncle Moon put the hat on Harry's head and then pulled it down.
"There, it's covered." Uncle Moon said, "Or you can turn the brim toward the scar; that way, it will cover more tightly. But like this, ordinary people can't see it."
Harry was stunned for a moment, then touched the hat on his head, and looked at the oversized shirt inherited from Dudley on his body.
"Uncle Moon, I want to buy clothes." Harry made a decision and took out his little vault.
He had this idea a long time ago. The money he saved was hoping to have a decent set of clothes. Just like Uncle Moon!
Uncle Moon raised his eyebrows, somewhat helpless. "It seems I have to be your consultant."
As Harry expected, besides Uncle Moon's unmatched dedication to magic, he also had a keen sense of image.
"Let's eat, and then we'll go to London." Uncle Moon urged...
...
"Hermione, is this the place you arranged to meet Harry?" Chris Granger parked the car on Charing Cross Road and looked at his precious daughter in the back seat.
Honestly, this was the first time he had seen Hermione arrange to meet someone on the weekend...
Although saying it this way might not be appropriate, Chris had to admit that his precious daughter didn't have many friends at school.
After all, this girl, as long as she talked about academic matters, would be unusually strict.
"Yes, Dad, this is it." Hermione nodded and then looked out the window, suddenly widening her eyes in surprise.
"Dad, is that Harry?" She pointed at the two figures standing on the roadside.
Harry was standing on the side of the road, his face showing some unrestrained happiness. The lower half of his body was in tapered trousers, and the upper half was in a simple white shirt with a waistcoat that accentuated his figure. He also wore a slightly oversized but casually styled jacket.
Chris, who had been in society for many years, also noticed Harry.
For some reason, seeing this child dressed in a formal and unique new outfit, as well as the eager expression on his face, the fatherly old man's face showed a bit more smile.
"Yes, Miss. That's Harry and Mr. Jones," Chris replied.
"I think Harry has been doing well lately."
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