[HP] Kiss you in glory

"Good sir, please take pity on us homeless children..."

"Thank you, thank you! You will definitely be rewarded!"

Mary kowtowed to the proud man repeatedly, clutching the twenty pounds tightly in her hand, she looked around cautiously, and then stuffed it into the secret interlayer of her trousers.

After gathering up the shillings and pence in the dirty iron bowl, Mary looked up at the sky and prepared to go back.

Manchester has got rid of the previous industrialization, and more and more financial and business service industries have emerged. Elites often show their nobility and show their sympathy to beggars on the street.

There are many elite people in this place, Severi told her.

Mary is very grateful for that.

I got a surprise today, so I have to go back and tell Severi.

She walked through one alley after another, and slipped through the territory of another begging group with a cat on her waist.

Those boys seemed to be arguing about something because today's harvest was poor, and they were cursing.

Mary sneered, and ran to an arched bridge by the river to the opposite bank. Abandoned residential buildings stood in the depths of the dirty path.

It was completely dark now, and the street lamps had been flickering faintly for ten years, but it was enough for her to see and avoid the mud puddle ahead.

"Hey, shorty, how's your harvest today?" A tall, thin boy approached her with a wild smile.

Mary frowned, "Jack, have you finished your errand?"

The boy named Jack snorted, "Of course, I met a fool today, and his pockets are full of money." He rolled his eyes and whispered, "The old lunatic is not in a good mood today, you made money." How many?"

Mary showed him the money in the iron bowl.

Now Jack frowned, "You can't do this, he will go crazy." Mary froze for a moment, feeling a little cold in her heart.

"But……"

But she wanted to give Seville that money.

Severi helped her so much.

Jack looked back with some anxiety, "Severi hasn't come back yet, I..." He paused, as if he had made up his mind, "Well, I actually swallowed some money and got a lot from that fool, I'll give you some."

He snatched Mary's iron bowl and walked into the house. Mary stared blankly at Jack's back, and a soreness rushed into her nose.

"Boss, Mary made a lot of money today, and someone gave her ten pounds!"

A middle-aged man was sitting reclined on the dilapidated sofa with a horrible scar on his face. He glanced at it and said casually, "Fortunately for her today, get out."

"Thank you boss!" Jack pulled Mary away and took her to another small room.On the table were several large barrels with black bread, potato cubes, and pea soup, and a small barrel with pieces of bacon, untouched.The children who had taken the food looked at Jack Marie blankly and left the room.

Mary swallowed the unspeakable taste of black bread in two or three bites, and looked out the window with salted potato wedges in her mouth.

People came back one after another, bringing not so much money. Luo Er smoked a cigarette, and his face became even more ugly.

Mary is a little worried.

"Jack, Seville...why hasn't she come back yet?"

Jack raised his eyebrows, "Wait a little longer, maybe it will come soon, you can always trust Severi."

Mary couldn't hide her smile and agreed with his words very much.

The old lunatic Kali was chewing the beef, and the aroma rushed into everyone's noses. Some children swallowed involuntarily, but they didn't dare to make deviant behavior.

If Cary doesn't make a sound, they won't be able to go back to their rooms.

Seville didn't come back for two or three days before, and Kari lost his temper, thinking that the cornucopia had sneaked away by himself.

Severi has only been here for a short time, only three years, but she gave Cary the most money, so she has the best and largest room and is relatively free.

Mary and Jack were rescued by Seville from Cary's stick. Jack and Mary are very grateful to her, and the relationship between the three is relatively good. Except for them, no one else can enter Seville's room.

A petite red-haired girl walked into the building, her green eyes flickering coldly.She was wearing a black sportswear, and there was a sneer on her pale face, obviously she was in a bad mood.

But all the kids breathed a sigh of relief.

Mary and Jack bumped into each other happily.

Severi threw a package on the table, just like the first time she disappeared for two or three days, the package scattered, and the glittering jewelry and jewels shocked everyone present, including Cary.

"In the next period of time, I have my own things to do. These things should be enough for you to buy cigarettes, wine and food for a while."

Cary didn't care what Severi said at all, and waved his hand.

Severi looked at Jack and Mary, nodded slightly, then walked up to the attic with his bag on his back, paused, and turned around, "Don't disturb me these few days, you guys do your own thing."

Mary looked at Seville's back, feeling a little uneasy.

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4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.

Almost ten years had passed since the Dursleys had woken up to find their nephew on the gate steps, and little had changed in Privet Drive.The sun still rose over the neat garden in front of the house, illuminating the bronze number four on the Dursleys' gate; the sun crept into their living room, which was exactly the same night Mr. Dursley had watched the big news about owls .Only the photograph on the mantelpiece shows how much time has passed.Ten years ago, there were pictures of what looked like a big pink beach balloon in a colorful baby hat - only Dudley wasn't a baby anymore, and there was a picture of a big-headed boy riding his The first bicycle, riding the carousel at the fair, playing computer games with my father, being hugged and kissed by my mother.There was nothing in the room to suggest that another boy was living in the house.

Harry Potter still lives here, he's sleeping right now, but not for long.His Aunt Petunia was awake, and the first noise of the day was her screaming.

"Get up! Get up! Hurry up!"

Harry woke up with a start.His aunt was banging on his door again.

"Get up!" she screamed.Harry heard her walking towards the kitchen, followed by the sound of a frying pan being put on the stove.He turned his back to the door, trying to recall the dream he had just had.It was a good dream, not a good dream.There is a flying motorcycle in the dream.He was amused, but also heard some strange yelling, which made him feel genuinely sad.

Aunt came to the door again.

"Are you up?" she asked.

"Soon," said Harry.

"Come on, come on, I want you to watch the bacon. Try to burn it. I want Dudley's birthday to be all right."

Harry grunted.

"What did you say?" My aunt asked sharply again.

"Nothing, nothing..." Dudley's birthday - how could he forget.

Harry slowly got out of bed and started looking for socks.He found a pair of socks from under the bed, grabbed a spider from one of the socks, and put the socks on.Harry was used to spiders, because the cupboard under the stairs was full of them, and he slept there.

Perhaps it had something to do with Harry's years of living in a dark cupboard, making him appear smaller than his peers.He looked even smaller than he really was, because he could only wear Dudley's old clothes, and Dudley was three or four times his size.

Harry had a thin face, protruding knees, jet-black hair, and emerald green eyes.He wore a pair of round glasses held together with lots of scotch tape because Dudley kept punching him on the nose.The thing Harry liked most about his appearance was the faint scar on his forehead that was like a lightning bolt.The scar had been there for as long as he could remember, and the first question he could remember asking Aunt Petunia was how it got there.

"It was in that car accident where your parents were killed," she said. "No questions." No questions—to get along with the Dursleys, that's rule number one.

Dudley's birthday was not very happy.

The days that followed were also difficult for Harry. He was locked in a cupboard and could only go out during the day to use the toilet.

He has long been used to such days, but in his dreams, he would always be very sad.The dream of a motorcycle is beautiful, but it is always accompanied by the miserable scream.

"No!"

Why it made such a sound, Harry didn't understand.

Could it be that the car accident happened because the flying motorcycle hit the plane?

This is so strange.

Harry played with the little soldier figures that Dudley had taken out of his unwanted toys.

He's weird anyway, isn't he?

Neither Aunt Petunia nor Uncle Vernon liked him.

He's always causing trouble they don't want, even if it's not voluntary.

But sometimes, it's for self-protection.

By the time he was free from the cupboard, the summer vacation had already begun.

Envelopes flew into the Dursley's house one by one. Vernon frantically tried to seal the loopholes in various places to prevent the letters from flying into Harry's hands. Harry also kept fighting back. Harry was defeated.

Harry was in a bad mood.

This was the first time someone sent him a letter in ten years, and with such a big battle, the uncle and aunt seemed to know something, but they just didn't tell him.

He was washing the dishes, looking up at the window in a daze.

He froze for a moment and blinked.

A red-haired girl was standing across the road from the Dursleys' house, looking into the house - or rather, at Harry in the house.

He held a letter tightly in his hand. Is it the same letter as him?

There was a strange emotion in his heart, Harry's broken glasses could not see clearly at all, and now he couldn't see clearly.

Who are you?

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1991.7.26

Severi boarded a train from Manchester to London.

The traffic in Manchester is very developed, and it is the transportation hub of the UK. It only takes 3 hours and 3 hours to travel to London and Birmingham by train, and it only takes [-] hours to travel to Edinburgh, the capital of Scotland.

Seville can completely break away from Cary's control and go to another city to make a living.

But she didn't know if Harry could accept her, a sister who had no magic power.

Yes, since Voldemort killed the Potters, she survived by chance, and there was no trace of magical riots in her subsequent growth.

Could it be that Harry Potter's sister is a Squib?

But in the original books, Harry Potter has no sister.

And she was reborn when Lily was pregnant, that is, a reincarnation with the memory of her previous life.

Maybe this is the butterfly effect.

Severi came to Privet Drive, staring at the Dursleys' house in a daze. If she was destined to be a Squib, would she still need to recognize Harry?

Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon abused Harry, largely because Harry was a wizard, they knew it when they adopted him, and they tried their best to suppress Harry's "abnormality".To them—especially to Petunia, would a child who looked like Lily but had no magical powers make her feel a little happy?Will she choose to adopt her?

Severi is hopeless.

She came this time only to see Harry Potter again, her brother in this life.

Maybe in the future, we will never see each other again.

Severi stayed in Surrey for two days, today is the third day.

In the past few days, she witnessed the owl's crazy raid on No. 4 Privet Drive, which was funny and angry.

Sure enough, it is even more spectacular to see with one's own eyes.

It's a pity that there is no one from her.

Let me take another look at you, brother.

A cat passed by Seville, and Seville looked up, and saw an old lady in a strange long skirt with her head wrapped in mesh cloth coming.Seeing Severy standing across from the Dursleys, she froze.

"Lily?"

Severy forgot to run, it was Mrs Figg, she had seen Lily Potter!There seemed to be something surging in her body, and she saw the thin, bespectacled boy who was washing dishes in the room.

Now, she didn't even want to run.

The house at No. 4 Privet Drive exuded an invisible light, and the little golden lights that slowly flowed between Petunia and Harry scattered crazily outside the house in an instant, flocking to Seville on the side of the road.

"Merlin, I'm an old idiot, how could it be Lily? Poor old Fig is out of his mind..." Mrs. Figg muttered, walking up to Seville, "Girl, you have something to ask Dursley Li? His family is bad, I suggest you leave early. "

Severy was silent for a while, and just when Mrs. Fig wanted to urge her again, she said politely, "Okay, Ma'am, I actually have nothing to do, I just want to see my friend."

Mrs. Figg had strange eyes, "Girl, what's your friend's name?"

Severy opened his mouth, but Mrs. Figg couldn't catch what it was.

Because a large wave of owls rushed to Seville.

With some hesitation, Seville took a letter from a flock of flopping owls: To Miss Anne Porter, Little Whinging, No. 4 Privet Drive, Surrey.The envelope was made of heavy parchment, and the address was written in emerald green ink.No postage stamp.Severy turned the envelope over with trembling hands under Mrs. Figg's terrified gaze, and there was a wax seal, a coat of arms, a lion, an eagle, a A badger and a snake.

She looked into the room again, just in time to meet Harry's gaze.

Harry's timid eyes made Severy feel distressed, but the next second Mrs. Figg screamed, "Annie! Merlin's pants! You are Anne Potter!" Tears flashed in Severy's eyes, "I am Who? Excuse me ma'am, I mean, I'm an orphan, I've always been called Severy..."

Mrs. Figg's exclamation attracted the attention of the neighbors. Vernon removed the nails and boards from the door, threw away Harry and Dudley who were about to go out to get the letter, closed the door hard and pressed against it, "Hey! You two , don't shout loudly on the side of the road, okay?" Vernon blushed, Petunia called Vernon, and pushed the child out of the door.

She was about to question the two people in front of her sharply, but when she saw Seville, she was struck by lightning and remained motionless.

Vernon was a little uneasy, "Honey, what's the matter?"

Petunia trembled, "Lily..."

Vernon was shocked, "How is it possible, isn't she already...?"

Petunia was a little lost.

She looked across again, and Severi was gone.

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