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Anaska already knew about Mrs. Figg's situation. In addition, she also knew what happened in the school. After all, Delia watched Harry all day long.

Since Harry lives among Muggles, he must abide by some Muggle rules.In the UK, Muggle children will be sent to primary schools at the age of four or five, and receive various courses that Muggles think they should learn.Harry Potter lived in Muggle society and was not immune.

Harry's going to school was actually a headache for his "guardians".Petunia and her husband had gone to great lengths to disguise Harry as a Muggle kid, fearful that their efforts would go to waste in elementary school.Therefore, the Dursleys repeatedly ordered Harry not to do anything against common sense, which was undoubtedly a futile effort.No one can suppress the wizard's nature by suppressing it. Instead of guiding Harry's magic bursts from time to time, they resort to coercion, and they can't hide the child's difference.

Harry is not as thin as five years old, and he always wears old Dudley's clothes that don't fit well, and he wears battered glasses, so his face, which is more and more similar to James, can be said to be handsome. Even the face can't hide the sloppy appearance.

To make matters worse, Dudley led a group of other idle kids to dominate the school. This chubby kid, who looked no different from a suckling pig, still had the same habit of bullying Harry when he was a baby. He intensified, treating Harry as a key bullying target to establish his prestige, and never let him go almost every day.

Fortunately, Harry's instinct as a wizard was protecting him, and he was able to turn bad luck into good luck every time, and seldom suffered serious injuries in the real sense.However, because of this situation, the other children did not dare to get too close to Harry, for fear of attracting the attention of Dudley's group.Harry didn't have a single friend at school, and was always the last one picked out in team activities, living his school life alone.

It's not that Anaska has never been lonely. After Lily left, she had a very lonely time.She understands that mental damage is no easier to overcome than physical damage.Therefore, Anaska hoped that Harry would have a good birthday without knowing it.

July 1985, 7 was a Thursday during the summer vacation.

Leaving Sarah in the care of the house elves for the time being, two hidden people appeared at the intersection of Privet Drive.

The Blacks just stuffed a flyer of a big sale in the supermarket into the Dursleys' mailbox, and their goal was achieved. Under Dudley's endless demands, Mr. Dursley decided to take a day off to go shopping.This was a "prank" that Anaska was least worried about getting caught, because the supermarket really had a discount.The Dursleys had been wary for a while after being fooled over the previous few years, but with Sirius and Anaska out of Harry's life, they gradually lost that wariness and were easily hooked again.

The Dursleys often needed occasional opportunities to remember Harry's birthday, and when something happened, such insignificant things would be forgotten, such as today.

Taking Harry to the mall was an earth-shattering disaster for the Dursleys, so they never did it.As expected, they decided to let Harry spend his fifth birthday in Mrs. Figg's house full of cabbage and cat hair.

Anaska figured out that Dudley Dursley might remember his little cousin's birthday.But he deliberately didn't remind him, thinking that this would deal a great blow to Harry, so that he could enjoy the thrill of victory.

In order to satisfy the Dursleys, Sirius helped Mrs. Figg make her room worse early in the morning, making people want to rush out the door.Anaska sponsored a few more cats.

Sure enough, as soon as Harry opened the door, Petunia and Vernon Dursley couldn't help holding their noses together and showing satisfied smiles, and Harry's eyes couldn't help showing a trace of despair.

Anaska was wearing a disposable invisibility cloak bought in Diagon Alley, and felt a twinge in her heart.

Harry deserved better.Both Lily and James had been looking forward to the arrival of this child so much that they should have taught this child to the world.

"Please, Mrs. Figg." Petunia held her breath hard. "We all know that this is a very difficult child. To be precise, he should not have been born."

"It doesn't matter, you can rest assured and put him here." Mrs. Figg hugged the three cats in her arms, with two still lying on her back, and complimented with a smile, "Honey, everyone knows you It's not easy."

Vernon Dursley, who always took pleasure in such talk, seemed to be filling his stomach even more, but just as he was about to say something, he blushed from the strong smell of cabbage.

"Ahem... this kid is simply evil, heck, he's not obedient at all..." Mr. Dursley said while choking, "cough cough, I dare say this kind of person will grow up to be poor, Probably going to jail, we can't expect him to do us any good, just endless trouble, luckily people mostly agree with us... You know, it costs money to raise an extra child. Who told us to pay Such disgusting relatives, alas, there are not many kind families like ours."

Petunia looked erratic, as if she didn't want to continue talking about this topic.She pulled Vernon Dursley back hard so that he would stop talking, and then turned to Mrs. Figg: "We promise to come and take him away today, thank you."

"If he does anything, whip him," said Mr. Dursley, giving Harry a savage look, as if he was about to whip out the next moment.

Harry stared unblinkingly at the cat in Mrs. Figg's arms, trying not to pay attention to Vernon Dursley's words, as he was used to doing.

Mr. Dursley didn't see the pained expression on Harry's face, so he was unhappy, cursed a few more words, and then left.

Mrs. Figg stroked the fur in her arms, and smiled kindly at Harry.

"Come in, Harry."

Harry dawdled reluctantly, the cabbage smell was too bad.

However, when he walked into the house, he immediately found that it was not as bad as he imagined.The smell is still there, but not unbearable.Moreover, unexpectedly, neither the sofa nor the carpet was occupied by dense cats.

Sirius had cleaned up the room ahead of time.

Anaska followed Harry into the room, and the room was far from comfortable, if anything, but it was in a better condition than Mrs. Figg usually made it out to be.However, Harry's expression showed that this was an incredible surprise for him.

Mrs. Figg seemed to start talking unintentionally: "Today, my Kick, Cher, and Momo..."

Harry watched her nervously.

"...they all need to bask in the sun, so I put them in the yard." Mrs. Figg explained casually as she walked towards the kitchen, "There are no cats to play with you today, do you want a piece of cake?"

Before Harry could answer, she had already come out of the kitchen holding a big cream cake.

This was done by Anaska, with Nina's help, of course.It took her a while to understand Muggle recipes, which, it must be said, were very different from wizards' recipes.

This time, Harry really had the surprise written all over his face.

Occasionally Harry could indeed get a small cake from Mrs. Figg, but it always tasted like it had been left in the warehouse for too long and moldy, and it was definitely not what he saw.

"Ma'am... do you know that today is my birthday?" He asked anxiously, his eyes shifted from Mrs. Figg's face to the cake, and then back to her face from the cake.

"Your birthday?" Mrs. Figg bent her old back and drew a long voice, "Oh, I'm sorry, I don't know, in this case, let's have another glass of milk. Then, I'm going to brush the cat, you can go and see for yourself Is the TV okay? There are some packets of biscuits under the coffee table."

Harry could hardly believe his luck.

The milk and cake tasted fresh, the TV had a decent reception, and he wasn't caught talking about boring cats all day.

Anaska was less than half a meter away from Harry while he was watching TV.Sirius was probably nearby too, though they couldn't see each other.

It had been a long time since she had looked at Harry so close. He had grown a lot and was taller than the last time she saw him.Little kids grow up fast, like Sarah.

Anaska wanted to reach out and touch his hair, or take a good look at his green almond eyes, which were so much like Lily.But Harry's occasional movement of changing positions was enough to make her frightened, and of course she would do something to attract his attention.

Harry has no memory of before the age of three, which is a good thing, in line with Dumbledore's expectations, and they cannot let their previous efforts go to waste at this time.

Favoritism or not, Anaska thought Harry was a good boy.

Delia had reported to them that Harry was being isolated at school.But he didn't become a sullen, sick kid because of it, he was still optimistic, strong, easy-going, saw the bright side of life, never abused animals or tried to torture other people-if he tried to use a little of his If you are talented, you can do this.

From Anaska's point of view, Harry inherited the best aspects of both James and Lily's personalities, and he was more inclined to Lily.

The sun is gradually moving westward.

Lest the Dursleys find out that Harry had a good day, they dared not give him any presents.But Harry didn't seem too upset about not having the gift, and was enjoying himself instead.

Petunia didn't come to pick Harry up until after dinner, and the moment she knocked on the door, the room was filled with a terrible, strong smell of cabbage.

Harry was a little strange about this phenomenon, but he seemed to have long been used to the "strange things" happening around him, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

The author has something to say: I didn't apply for any list this week, and I will start reviewing the original work tomorrow. I will probably be very slack recently.

Taking a compromise solution, I code words for half an hour every day, and then do my homework and read books during the rest of the class.

=_= After staying up for several days at one o'clock in the morning, my body could not take it anymore...

I only got 74 points in the mid-term high math... I really want to kill myself who didn't study hard... Today's English is dead again, I really want to cry...

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