HP : The Frail-Looking, Iron-Fisted Beauty of Harry Potter

Vernon looked at Dolly, then at the bewildered Harry.

He didn't want to say any more. At most, it was just two children messing around.

He just wanted to clean up the situation quickly so he could continue celebrating his daughter's birthday.

So he said, "That's enough. Go back to your room, Harry."

"We're going to open Dolly's presents. Don't come too close to us."

Dolly chimed in, "That's right. You're just a tenant, not our family."

"Our family needs private space. You'd best stay by yourself."

Hearing this, Harry finally realized that he was being bullied again.

He had only spoken up to tell the Vernon family that his name was Potter, that he was not a Dursley.

But now, being truly treated as an outsider, Harry felt a pang of pain and panic.

If even the Dursleys no longer considered him family, where else could he go?

To live all alone at the age of 11 was still too difficult for the current Harry.

This was probably why the future Harry would be so excited to receive his Hogwarts acceptance letter.

Because he finally transitioned from being merely biologically alive to experiencing life as a person for the first time.

And so, Harry, like a walking corpse, was about to turn and leave.

But at that moment, Dolly said, "By the way, Dad, since Harry is paying a thousand pounds a month in rent, isn't it inappropriate for him to still live in the cupboard?"

"We should give him a room. Otherwise, he might go back on his word later and say we scammed him."

Vernon was at a loss for whether to laugh or cry. He stroked Dolly's head, wondering why his daughter was so obsessed with making money today.

Did she need pocket money?

So he whispered in his daughter's ear, "My little sweetheart, is there something you want to buy?"

"You can tell me. That Harry fellow has no money now, and it's impossible for him to have any."

"No, Dad. I'm thinking about our future."

"My dream is to buy a bunch of houses and then lie back and collect rent. Harry is my very first client. I can't neglect him."

Vernon's jaw nearly hit the floor. He never expected his daughter to have such an ambition.

Didn't her dream used to be becoming a boxer?

Petunia had also recovered her spirits and asked curiously, "Dolly, why the sudden change of heart?"

"Don't you want to be a boxer anymore?"

Dolly nodded. "Mum, from now on, I'm learning from you to be a slender beauty. Being a boxer isn't suitable for that."

"A relaxing job like collecting rent is more my style. Then we'll have lots of time to travel the world together!"

Vernon and Petunia exchanged a look, and both saw relief in the other's eyes.

Their daughter wanted to make money but hadn't forgotten them. This was proof that she hadn't become obsessed with money.

Although they both felt that Dolly's dream of being a landlord was a bit nonsensical, she was still just a child.

Maybe tomorrow her dream would be to become a tennis star.

"So, Dad, Harry is my very first client!"

"Let me handle this, please, Dad."

Seeing his daughter pleading and acting cute, and on her birthday no less, Vernon, pestered beyond endurance, sighed helplessly. He thought for a moment and said, "The storeroom in the northwest corner of the ground floor. Later, we'll... no, Harry, you clean it out yourself. That will be your room from now on."

"As for where you live now, it will return to its original purpose."

"Do you understand, Harry Potter?"

Hearing this, Harry's face lit up with a surprised smile.

He had thought a beating was waiting for him. How did he end up with an extra room?

A room of his own!

Although this room was bought with a thousand pounds a month from his future salary, he would let his future self worry about future problems.

For now, he had his own room!

So Harry said excitedly, "Yes, sir! I'll go right away!"

Then he disappeared like a flash. The Dursleys' dining table finally returned to normal.

As for why Harry didn't get to live on the second floor like in the original story, Dolly didn't ask.

The answer was obviously that Vernon didn't want Harry living on the same floor as Dolly. After all, he now had a daughter, Dolly, not a son, Dudley.

Having achieved her goal, Dolly also breathed a sigh of relief.

She had to show Harry her "charm." Dolly had no hope for her facial charm.

But the word "charm," besides looks, could also be interpreted as grace, wisdom, kindness, courage, talent, and so on.

The things Dolly could do now were very limited. She had to use her birthday buff and tears as an offensive to constantly maneuver.

She just hoped that what she had done was useful and would be judged by the system as having completed the mission.

If this still wasn't enough... well, Dolly had done her best.

Even if she couldn't go to Hogwarts, with her foreknowledge and her father Vernon's money, it was enough for Dolly to invest in the future and truly live the beautiful life of a rich landlady.

After all, even without discussing a certain great eastern power, Dolly wouldn't miss out on knowing which companies in the Muggle world would take off and the well-known opportunities for getting rich.

As she thought about this while eating breakfast, amidst Vernon and Petunia's nagging about "eating so little," Dolly was stunned.

Because she had actually finished half of the breakfast that, in her previous life, she couldn't have finished in a whole day.

The feeling of hunger still gnawing at her stomach made Dolly want to continue feasting.

But she quickly pushed the food away, her face filled with guilt as she clutched her head.

She was trying to lose weight! How could she have eaten so much without realizing it!

It seemed that Dolly's overeating habits were already deeply ingrained in her instincts.

"Dolly, are you really not eating anymore?"

"Yes, Mum. I have to lose weight!"

Dolly managed to say this with great difficulty, which finally made Petunia give up on her attempts to feed her more.

At that moment, Harry passed by the three of them, panting as he carried a large pile of junk.

Looking at his thin figure, Dolly spoke up. "Harry, come have breakfast."

"Wasting food is a bad thing, so this is all yours."

Because they were eating from separate plates, Dolly's leftovers were on their own plate.

Harry, whose stomach had long been growling, looked at the sumptuous breakfast and couldn't help but swallow.

He wanted to agree, but he secretly glanced at Vernon and Petunia, afraid they would refuse.

Vernon instinctively wanted to say something, but in the end, he just nodded. "What are you standing there for? Don't waste food."

Although Vernon felt that everything Dolly had just orchestrated was a joke, now that Dolly hadn't forgotten she was the "landlord," he could only go along with her.

The moment he thought of Harry as the Dursleys' tenant, even Vernon's tone softened slightly.

And that small change was enough to make Harry smile, pursing his lips.

This must be what it felt like to be respected.

Even if it was just a tiny bit of respect.

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