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

A breakfast that seemed complicated but actually didn't take much time passed just like that.

Dolly, using the logic of a headstrong child, had managed to secure Harry his own room.

In the original book, that was a privilege Harry only received after getting his Hogwarts acceptance letter on his 11th birthday.

However, compared to the current timeline, it was only eight days early. After all, Dolly's birthday was just eight days before Harry's.

This put Dolly in a difficult position. In this process, had she really shown any "charm"?

The word "charm" itself sounded vague and ethereal, and her methods weren't exactly elegant or decisive.

Was it possible that Harry hadn't gotten the point at all and had also classified her as one of the villains in the Dursley family?

If it weren't for the reward, Dolly wouldn't care.

But right now, she really wanted to see Hogwarts.

Wait, by that calculation, did that mean she only had a week left?

At this thought, Dolly felt a sense of urgency.

She looked at Harry, who was still eating, and felt she needed to step things up a bit.

In front of her parents, she couldn't be too outrageous, but in front of Harry, it didn't matter.

Harry was a rebel himself; the more unconventional she was, the easier it would be for him to accept it.

Harry, being stared at by Dolly, thought to himself, Did I eat her food? Is she unhappy again?

He was just about to eat only a little and give the rest back to Dolly when she was already pulling her parents over to open presents.

This made Harry a little nervous. After all, his gift was pathetic—just a greeting card.

He had no money and could only reuse a card he had found and write a new blessing on it as a gift.

If Dolly noticed, she might chew him out for his shabby gift.

Similar things had happened many times before.

Although Harry was a boy, with his frail build, he was no match for Dolly, who had learned women's self-defense, was skilled in boxing, and weighed twice as much as him.

"Good girl, we got you 36 presents this year."

"Although it's one less than last year, don't worry, there are some pretty hefty ones among them."

Vernon and Petunia had reverted to their roles as doting parents. As for what happened at the breakfast table, what was it in the end? They just gave Harry a room. It was just a matter of moving the storeroom, nothing to worry about too much.

As long as Dolly was happy, everything was fine.

Dolly blinked, considering whether to throw a tantrum like Dudley.

After all, last year Dolly had received 37 presents, but this year there were only 36. According to Dudley's personality, it would be normal for him to at least break something.

Seeing that Dolly seemed unhappy, nervous expressions appeared on Petunia and Vernon's faces. They were just about to comfort their daughter.

But Dolly suddenly turned to Harry and said, "What did you get me, Harry? It's your cousin's birthday today."

Harry froze for a moment. Stared at by all three of them, he didn't know whether to swallow the food in his mouth or not.

His gift was naturally not included in the 36 presents. It was too shabby and had been tossed into a corner by Vernon.

Hearing Dolly's words, Vernon seemed to have found a solution.

He quickly bent down, picked up Harry's gift from the floor, and said with a smile, "Plus Harry's gift, that's 37 in total."

"But Harry's gift is a bit shabby. When we go to the zoo later, how about your mother and I buy you three more to make it an even forty?"

Only then did Dolly nod and accept Harry's card.

She then tucked the card into the pile of gifts and said, "I've received all your presents. I'll give you gifts back on your birthdays."

"Good girl! Hurry and open them to see what you got!"

Petunia also gave Dolly a hug, putting an end to the small moment of unpleasantness.

She and Vernon were confident that once Dolly opened her presents, she would be very happy.

In reality, however, Dolly was somewhat unenthusiastic.

Her parents' gifts ranged from candy, clothes, and boxing gloves to even a folding bicycle.

But for Dolly, with her modern soul, she would have preferred a mobile phone, a computer, and a connection to the future internet.

Of course, that was impossible.

But having gotten used to binge-watching shows and videos online, with her phone always in hand, could Dolly really adapt to this era?

She had been so busy with her mission that she hadn't had time to seriously think about it all.

Now that she was thinking about it, Dolly even felt a little depressed.

There should be home game consoles now, right? But that was clearly not among her parents' gifts, and the old Dolly didn't like them anyway.

She had to find a way to get one.

Even getting to play some Mario would be great.

In the end, Dolly chose to show a surprised smile when she saw the bicycle.

After all, she was planning to lose weight, and a bicycle was a good tool for that. It would also allow her to explore the neighborhood and get a feel for the environment.

She had inherited all of the original owner's memories, but memories were just memories. There were many things she needed to see for herself to feel at ease.

Vernon and Petunia also let out a sigh of relief. The next step was to take the two children to the zoo.

"Harry, I must warn you."

While Petunia was taking Dolly to change clothes, Vernon warned Harry with a fierce expression.

"Today is Dolly's birthday. Don't you dare pull any funny business, or I won't forgive you."

"I'll make you go without food for a week, at least!"

Vernon's warning seemed nonsensical, even like senseless bullying of Harry.

But there was a reason for Vernon's warning.

Wizards were wizards because they had magic in their bodies.

If this magic was not systematically guided and released from the body, it would accumulate inside the wizard.

Eventually, it could turn the wizard into a terrifying Obscurial—that is, the magic inside them mutates into a monster.

Or it could cause the wizard to passively release it, resulting in a magical outburst.

That is, when the wizard is not paying attention, they release the magic inside them, causing some accidents.

Harry, as a powerfully gifted wizard, had experienced magical outbursts more than once.

For example, his cut hair growing back overnight.

Or when he was worried about being late and flew to the top of the school on a pile of trash.

Or when he stared at his teacher's wig and it turned blue.

Things like this happening once or twice was one thing, but after it happened many times, Vernon and Petunia naturally knew it was because of magic.

Just cleaning up after these incidents gave Vernon a headache.

And magic itself was the thing this couple detested and feared the most, and now it was appearing in Harry.

Vernon and Petunia's dislike for Harry naturally grew day by day.

And how much fear was hidden within that dislike was a topic the couple didn't dare to face.

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