The Trinity of Harry Potter

Harry woke up.

His room, or nest, was in a storage room under the stairs. Every time someone went upstairs, dust would fall from the roof.

His day begins when his aunt starts yelling at him.

"get up!"

Dust fell from the top of the head, and someone came downstairs angrily.

"Are you awake?"

"woke up."

"Then get up quickly and show me the bacon. If you dare to fry it, try it. I want everything to go smoothly on Dudley's birthday."

Auntie said half a threat and half an order at the door, then turned and left.

Today is the birthday of her son Dudley. This child inherited Uncle Vernon's torpedo-like figure and a retarded intelligence.

But so what, their little baby Dada is 10,000 times cuter than their nephew Harry Potter.

Harry crawled out of bed and rolled around under his aunt's orders. When he could finally sit down at the dining table, the sausage on his plate had already fallen into Dudley's big mouth.

Dudley opened his fingers and counted the gifts he got this year, and Harry lowered his eyes with envy.

He never celebrated his birthday, let alone got a birthday gift.

Harry Potter was continuing his miserable, servant-like, dog-like ten years of life. Kano ended his morning exercise a street away.

Nothing in the fairy land can be brought into the mortal world, except will and knowledge.

During the ten years of ignorance, Kano learned the Druid language, the secret magical knowledge and the brewing methods of various potions taught to him by Merlin.

Gawain tempered his will and led him on the path of a knight. A powerful knight can use magic power to form an endless protective layer on the body surface, and even the death curse can be deflected.

He put down the long sword and shield formed from the oak branches in his hands, and the full-body armor woven with vines returned to its original shape and burrowed into the ground.

Kano took the white towel handed by Kreacher and wiped the sweat from his body, then sat at the dining table and prepared to start his own breakfast.

Kreacher is no longer the dirty and crazy person he used to be. Now he is wearing a white towel, washed clean, and he behaves elegantly and quickly, completely in the style of an old-school butler.

After Kano appeared, the old house elf seemed to be rejuvenated.

Of course, it was really annoying when he kept trying to tell Kano the glorious history of the pureblood family.

Kano sent Kreacher to keep an eye on Harry, but not to interfere.

Today is the day when Harry talks to the python for the first time, which makes him clearly realize that he is different from others.

However, after that, he was locked up in the storage room under the stairs until the summer vacation began.

It's early June now, and Harry has been locked up for a whole month without seeing the light of day.

Those who say Harry shouldn't hate Aunt Petunia's family should really experience it.

Then Kano began to review the Druid knowledge he had memorized.

The druid's inheritance is not written in words, and Kano must recite it frequently to prevent himself from forgetting. Since his rebirth, his memory has far exceeded that of ordinary people, but this is no excuse for laziness.

By the time Kano quickly reviewed it twice in his mind, the sun was almost setting.

"Little Master, the Boy-Who-Lived is back."

Kreacher appeared in front of Kano with a snap. Kano nodded, got dressed with Kreacher's help, walked to No. 4 Privet Drive, and knocked on the door.

There was a violent roar inside, as if some kind of construction machinery had broken down.

"You freak! You almost killed my son by talking to snakes. You made us..."

Can't seem to breathe?

"You have embarrassed us in front of our friends! Get into your room and don't come out!"

Kano had to knock on the door again harder, and suddenly there was a sound of chickens and dogs jumping inside.

Then, the door opened. Vernon Dursley's big pink face appeared in front of Kano.

"Sir, what can I do for you?"

Vernon looked at the handsome-faced, pale-skinned, and luxuriously dressed child in front of him, and couldn't help but compare it with his own Dudley.

"Is this Mr. Dursley? I'm Harry's friend. I just moved nearby. Is he at home now?"

What a polite child, just like our Dudley.

Wait, who did he say he was looking for?

"There is no one named Harry in our family."

"Is that so?" Kano raised his head and smiled, "We met near his school last month. If Harry hadn't helped me, I might have been robbed by a group of bad boys."

"He didn't leave his name, but my mother works with children. I asked her to help me find Harry's address."

Kano was a little embarrassed and asked again: "Does he really not live here?"

Vernon's face turned red and he seemed to be restraining himself from yelling.

"Oh, I remembered. That kid is a bad boy and always wanders around the neighborhood, but we still let him stay at my house."

His little fat eyes rolled, and he added: "But he's gone out to play now, and I don't know where he is."

Kano responded with some regret: "Well, I don't know if I can see him when I come at ten o'clock tomorrow morning."

Vernon nodded hard: "Of course, polite little gentleman, I will leave him at home tomorrow."

Kano seemed to be very inspired, saluted Vernon, turned around and skipped away.

Vernon turned back into the house and grabbed Harry out of the storage room.

The skinny Harry was lifted up like a chicken by Vernon with his big palm-like hands, his two thin legs dangling in the air.

"Listen up, you freak."

Vernon roared angrily, but glanced at the door as if he was afraid of something.

"You bad guy is lucky, but don't think you can take the opportunity to harm us."

"Behave well tomorrow and don't say a word you shouldn't say."

Vernon tightened his grip, and Harry felt as if his shoulders were about to burst.

"Don't say a word more, or I'll make you look good."

Harry was caught in confusion and listened to this series of warnings in confusion. Until he returned to the storage room without a clock, he didn't understand what happened.

The next day, Harry was stuffed into a set of Dudley's old clothes. Although usually he could only wear Dudley's discarded rags, today's suit was obviously not that shabby.

Dudley was unhappy, so Aunt Petunia stuffed his mouth with more sausages, bacon and bread.

Harry's hair suffered another disaster. Petunia tried her best and couldn't comb it smooth. After struggling for ten minutes, she had to admit defeat again.

"Your hair is as stubborn as you are."

She said these words and went to dress up her husband and son in a hurry.

It was close to ten o'clock in the morning, and everyone in the family was sitting upright. Dudley looked like a pig in red and colorful clothes, his eyes constantly drifting to the candies on the table.

Aunt Petunia's long neck came into play again and she kept looking out the window.

Uncle Vernon always raised his hand to check the time, but in fact he just wanted to touch the gold watch on his wrist.

At ten o'clock sharp, the doorbell rang.

When Aunt Petunia opened the door, a handsome and elegant young man walked into the room.

"Good morning, dear Mr. Dursley, Mrs. Dursley and Dudley."

Vernon puffed up his chest proudly, and several buttons creaked dangerously.

"Also, good morning, my friend." Kano blinked, "Harry Potter."