Time passed in Luke's diligent study and practice, during this period, Luke seriously delved into the Brain Closure Technique, although there was no accompanying person to practice with, he was able to focus on practicing every day.

Luke, who had taken the Potion of Growing Magical Potential, had an incredibly fast growth rate of magic power, and there wasn't any danger of a magic riot, Luke was able to feel that the magic power in his body was accumulating day by day at a much faster rate than before.

Luke's McLean Alchemy under the long-term persistent training, his wrist could rotate freely, his fingers were flexible and soft beyond imagination, and each finger could already complete its own movements individually without the slightest confusion. For wizards, this meant that Luke's success rate, whether it was those subtle shakes of the wand needed when casting different magic spells, or boiling magic potions, was greatly improved.

Of course, it was important to combine work and rest, and it was wonderful to bury your head in the sand while occasionally enjoying the world. When his father once again offered to invite Harry Potter to the house, Luke finally agreed to make time for the friend who had grown up in the Muggle world.

Mrs Harris even came in for a thorough cleaning in order to welcome Harry, and upon hearing that Harry had been mistreated and even underfed at his aunt's house, Mrs Harris immediately tasked her eldest daughter, Daisy, with buying a very large amount of ingredients.

"It was so hard on the boy, everyone just remembers him defeating the archdemon, but it must have been hard to be in the wrong place." Mrs Harris, as a mother, could be said to be the one who really cared for Harry Potter the most in this house.

Owen Harris saw that his wife's reaction was a bit intense, so he also opened his mouth along with her, "It's true that Dumbledore did this a bit unkindly, although I probably understand the reason why he arranged for Harry Potter to definitely stay away from the wizarding world, I don't really know why he had to arrange for Harry to live in the house of his Aunt Harry, who hates each other, but even if there is any reason why he must live As the most powerful white wizard in the world right now, as long as he is a little willing to open his mouth to threaten or give a little financial assistance to that money-loving muggle family, I believe that Harry can live a little bit better, to be honest, before I met Harry, I even imagined that Dumbledore is not trying to cultivate Harry to become a black wizard, to be honest, this kind of environment Harry this child's character did not distort is really a kind of miracle. "

As a result of the series of furore caused by the letter of admission, Harry's relationship with his aunt's family had dropped to freezing point - his aunt's family had now completely ignored Harry's existence. Coupled with Harry's curiosity about the wizarding world, Harry spent most of his time in his room studying his school textbooks, apart from the occasional correspondence with Luke to each other, and in the complete absence of any other means of relieving his boredom, had become much more studious than he had been at his Muggle school.

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At that moment, while Harry was reading seriously, a mighty and strong owl flew in through the window, Harry got up from his bed in a flash and quickly ran to the table, Edward the owl had already stuck out his left leg in a godlike manner. Harry unfolded the parchment only to see it read:

Dear Harry:

I will come and fetch you to my house tomorrow at ten o'clock in the morning, the family is eagerly awaiting your arrival.

Luke Harris.

Harry immediately sat down at the table, dipped it in ink, and replied to Luke, who had long been expecting someone to rescue him from this prison, even if it was temporary.

The next morning, Harry packed his few personal belongings as neatly as he could. He didn't know how Luke would pick him up, he just hoped they would go out in a somewhat more normal way, like taking a public bus.

As the hands ticked away, Harry couldn't help but tighten his grip on Luke's letter as Aunt Vernon tightened his tie, glanced in the mirror, and glanced at Harry, "Are you sure someone's coming to pick you up at ten o'clock, boy?" Without waiting for Harry to respond, he then said quickly as if he regretted asking, "We're going to Aunt Von Gee's house, so hopefully your weirdo friends will be on time!"

Harry wanted to retort that Luke wasn't a weirdo, you guys were. But for the sake of the freedom at his fingertips, Harry endured.

The hands finally pointed to ten, the doorbell rang at the same time, and Harry didn't wait for Aunt Vernon to say anything, scampering to the door in three steps and pulling it open as Luke and his father, Owen, appeared in the doorway.

Mr Owen Harris stood outside the door with two boxes of black tea in his hands whose packaging alone was emphasising their expensive value, and was nodding politely at Aunt Vernon.

Aunt Vernon narrowed her small eyes, looked Mr Harris up and down, and instantly broke into a warm smile.

It wasn't hard to guess why, the big Mercedes-Benz badge behind Mr Owen Harris was gleaming in the sunlight, and no one could have been more strict than to pick on Mr Harris's decent attire - although in truth it wasn't clear if it was just bad luck that the car hadn't been driven very far before father and son realised it was leaking oil, and fortunately Owen got out of the car and sat on the on the bonnet and used the car to fix it as good as new and clean it up...

Having received a satisfying gift, Aunt Vernon warmly invited Mr Harris in and Luke winked at Harry, after so many interactions Luke was certainly well aware of Aunt Vernon's character. There was nothing strange about honouring the royals before the people, most people did. Luke definitely didn't want his father scorned either, and Owen, who was supposed to be brushing off a wave of goodwill from the boy in great distress, certainly didn't want Harry to be embarrassed.

Harry and Luke thumped up the stairs, then thumped down again, as fast as a tornado. Harry was holding Hedwig's cage, and Luke bagged the rest of the boxes and bags all by himself, such great strength that Harry's jaw dropped. Luke couldn't help but be fast, the Muggle quiz he had popularised for Mr Harris wouldn't hold up for long I reckon.

As Luke and their car moved away, Aunt Vernon continued to wave. No wonder Luke was so good, growing up amongst an elite family was bound to make him successful as well. Vernon was adamant that Luke's father, a person who talked so well, couldn't possibly be a wizard, and should just be unlucky enough to have a weirdo son.