Early in the morning, a drop of dew slipped off a young leaf and fell out in a million golden rays. Luke got up and closed his posture, completing the third movement of the body refining technique.
"Finally practising the third movement is considered to have reached the primary stage, I wonder what kind of surprise it will bring me." Luke was filled with anticipation.
Luke's thoughts turned to a year and a half ago, after obtaining the Body Refining Technique, Luke spent the entire afternoon immersed in the book, chewing on every word that appeared in the book, tracing the pictures in the book in his mind a thousand times, and demonstrating the specific movements in his mind. It was a good thing that none of the afternoon classes had a main course, but it got Luke through.
Every day for a year and a half, Luke had spent his second class time tutoring Harry and Fleiger, and while their grades had skyrocketed, their friendship had grown in spite of provocation after provocation from the likes of Derek Dursley.
Although Mrs Morgan le Fay Harris didn't care about the results of her Muggle school's exams, she gave her son a number of Ginghams as a reward when she learnt that he had received an A+ in all his final exams, in addition to the best grade on the Muggle grading scale, and that he had additionally learnt to play the piano as a musical instrument.
In order to cope with the Branch Hat and Dumbledore's possible mental probing ingesting and fetching thoughts, Luke spent most of his energy on the Brain Closure Technique, he still can't do it at all like Snape such a master who can keep it running at all times, and more than a year's hard work can only make it barely keep it up for a small period of time.
Of course, compared to the tedious Brain Closure Technique, of course, the thing that made Luke most happy and interested was nothing more than the drilling of magic spells and the practice of McLean's Alchemy. At present, in addition to making his body stronger and more agile, the biggest function of the Body Alchemy is that every time he completes a certain amount of progress, it allows Luke to gradually manipulate the muscles of an area of his body more precisely, through the experimentation of his fingers during the process of learning the piano, Luke will no longer need to worry about shaking his hands and failing to use his wand when he needs to achieve a precise trajectory and to make magic potions when he handles those medicinal herbs. and failing.
After going to the toilet to prove that he could pee without help, Luke returned to his room, took a shower and changed his clothes, and came downstairs, where his family was still not up, except for Daisy.
Thoughtfully making a pot of steaming, creamy breakfast tea for his family, Luke delivered it to Daisy's table.
"Daisy, I've got an appointment with Fleiger to see Harry today, so talk to Mum for me."
"No problem, being so good today? Did you run out of pocket money? I happen to have a few muggle dollars left, it's no use keeping them on me, so take them." The fragrant milk tea put Daisy in a very good mood, she got up and returned to her room to take out a few pounds, and slipped them to Luke without a second thought, in the dense aroma of the milk tea, Daisy didn't forget to urge her brother, "Remember to be back before dinner."
Luke arrived at the school gates where Fleiger had made an appointment and just as he arrived he heard Fleiger shouting next to him "Luke, I'm here!" In front of a fish and chip shop in front of the school, Fleiger was holding a bag of fried fish in one hand and waving cheerfully to Luke, having graduated from primary school with honours, Fleiger had been rewarded with a large amount of pocket money by his parents, and it looked like it was going to take a while for them to spend it all.
The duo first went to Hamleys Toys, London's largest and oldest toy shop, to buy Harry a birthday present, before catching a bus to Maiden's Road in the small Whinging neighbourhood where Harry Potter lived.
"Number four, Joan of Arc Road, this is it!" Fleiger, who was walking in front of him, looked at the street sign and turned his head to Luke.
Luke was a little surprised to notice that he was looking at a cat crouching on the wall, and somewhat sheepishly, he carefully recognised it before sighing in relief, "The cat doesn't have eyeglasses lines around its eyes, so it should just be an ordinary cat. Professor McGonagall, the titular Vice Dean of Hogwarts, wouldn't have anything to do with guarding the door of a Muggle house, even if it was Harry Potter's foster home."
Fleiger had rung the doorbell. A burly male voice came from inside, "Daley, get the door!"
"Tell that weirdo to go, I want to watch cartoons!" Dali's voice was very impatient!
"Brat..." followed by thumping footsteps, a middle-aged blonde man so fat he had a double chin opened the door, he looked greasy and asked gruffly, "Who are you looking for, kid?"
"Hello sir, we are Harry Potter's classmates, my name is Fleiger Brown, is Harry in please?" Fleiger enquired politely.
"Harry? There's no Harry Potter here." Vernon Dursley looked impatient and said as he was about to slam the door hard.
Luke stepped forward and held the door open, "If I'm right, you must be Mr Desiree? May I ask if Dali is in? I'm Luke Harris, we're also Dali's classmates and we'd like to get them to hang out today, I was hoping to get your permission..."
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"You're Luke Harris? The one who was first in the whole year? ...... Dada, your classmate Luke Harris is looking for you!" Mr Desiree looked at Luke suspiciously for a few moments and shouted back into the room.
"Please come in." Vernon Desiree stepped aside physically. Even Vernon, who hated people who could read and "culture", was willing to let his son socialise more with the first in his year.
"Harris, Brown, you guys-"
"Yes, Dally, we came to see you to exchange boxing tips." Without waiting for a hellish looking Dali to finish, Luke walked up and put his arm around Dali's shoulders, not allowing him to break free as he headed for the living room.
The living room was neat and tidy, and the boys in the pictures on the mantelpiece were strong and sturdy, either riding their bikes or standing by the flower beds at the fair, or else playing TV games with their dad and kissing and cuddling with their mum.
There was nothing in these pictures to suggest that another boy lived in the same house. Though Harry did in fact live here, and Luke looked to the cupboards without a trace, knowing that Harry was there at the moment.
"Bam bam bam ......" the cupboard Harry banged desperately, "Luke, Fleiger, I'm being here." Harry tried to get his little friend's attention.
"Is that Harry's voice? Mr Desiree, you're not illegally imprisoning Harry, are you?" Luke gave Mr Desiree a sidelong glance and said deliberately.
"Yeah, we haven't seen Harry in ages, he even missed his finals!" Fleiger had heard voices as well and was very worried about Harry.
"Of course not, how could we, we've worked so hard to raise him to adulthood ...... oh shit!" Mr Desiree was embarrassed, mind you, he had just tried to lie and say that Harry wasn't there for them to just play with their own children.
Luke wasn't interested in listening to Vernon Desiree's explanation and simply reached out and opened the door by pulling the cabinet latch hard.
Without waiting for Desiree to lock the door again, Harry was already out of the cupboard. Behind Harry, the cupboard door opened feebly, the blackened cupboard like an open mouth devouring Harry's otherwise bright and happy childhood.
Luke had only been obeying his father's wishes to deliberately befriend Harry Potter, but he hadn't realised that the actual situation of Harry's abuse was much worse than he remembered the situation being portrayed in the novels.
No wonder Harry was so skinny and always wore fat old clothes, the abuse Harry had endured was quite a bit worse than Luke could see, in stark contrast to Daley, who had his own parents by his side, and without them Harry could be trampled on at will by anyone in the house. Instead of growing into another Dark Lord, Harry was still as upright, brave and pure as ever, thanks to the patient teaching of Madame Callie and the genes in his nature that probably came from his mother Lily - justice and kindness.
In fact, for the now unseen Penny Evans-Dursley, who, knowing how powerful the Mystic and his men were, was willing to risk her own family's life to take in her sister's orphaned children, to persuade her husband every time he was annoyed, and even to argue with Dumbledore in those few arguments with Dumbledore when Harry was seventeen, stood out in that respect, and Luke felt that, although she wasn't a good elder, she wasn't too bad either ...
But it had to be said that it made Luke feel that Dumbledore, who knew about Harry's situation but did nothing about it, was a real old bastard, even if Harry had to live in this family because of that ancient magic, Dumbledore could have intervened a little to threaten the Dursleys, or asked Hagrid to take Harry to use the Potter family's gold galleons that existed in the Ancient Spirit Pavilion to exchange for some pounds as a compensation for adopting him, all of which were able to allow Harry to have A happier childhood, but Dumbledore was unwilling to do even such a small thing and spent his time and energy on watching him suffer.
Luke couldn't help but wonder if Dumbledore was trying to make Harry's childhood miserable so that when he went off to the wizarding world he could just show him that he cared about him and gain Harry's favour. Also the very act of expecting and arranging, in the name of testing, for a child to be put in danger multiple times to help him grow up so that he can save the world in the future is grossly irresponsible on Dumbledore's part, as the most powerful White Wizard and Headmaster of Hogwarts. (Author's note: The short article on the official website pottermore acknowledges the irresponsibility of such behaviour on Dumbledore's part.)
Still, while Luke had been able to look on coldly and show understanding for Desiree when he had previously read the books and approached Harry with the mindset of completing his mission, it still made Luke feel a bit of righteous indignation to see him being abused in such a manner with his own eyes.
"Mr Desiree, I suspect that you have kept Harry in a dark cupboard for a long time, and I have reason to believe that Harry was illegally imprisoned and abused by you some time ago, which Fleg and I witnessed with our own eyes and are considered to be human witnesses. If you cannot improve Harry's situation, it will be necessary for me to seek legal assistance on Harry's behalf." Suppressing his anger, Luke issued a warning to Mr Desiree in a bid to improve Harry's situation.
"That's right, my sister is a lawyer, and my whole family will be obliged to help Harry if he needs it!" Fleiger wasn't showing any weakness either.
Harry looked at his best friend gratefully, it was Luke and Fleiger who had brought light to him in a dark and helpless time, allowing him to still feel love and hope.
"Well, well Harry, was going to take you to the amusement park, now just take your friends and get the hell out of my house." It was obvious that Vernon Dursley was getting a little weak and annoyed, although he didn't really believe the children's threats.
Luke, Harry, and Fleiger looked at each other and didn't say anything more to provoke each other; after all, Harry was going to be in the Dursley household until he was seventeen - the recognised age of adulthood in the wizarding world.
"That's so nice of you guys, I actually let out a python at the zoo last time Dali had a birthday ...... Desiree has never been that angry before and just locked me up." Harry, like a caged bird returning to freedom, told his two younger friends about his previous strange encounter.
"Harry, don't be in a hurry, that postman clerk seems to be coming to your house, I sent you a birthday card." Seeing the postman approaching on a motorbike in the distance, Luke remembered the plot and called out to Harry who was sharing a fish fry with Fleiger.
"You sent me a card!" Harry stopped what he was doing and looked at Luke with a greatly shaken look. It was important to know that no one had ever written Harry a letter in all his life.
Luke was also surprised at Harry's excitement; he himself had just sent a random card as a perfunctory gesture.