No. 13 Privet Drive

London always seemed to wear a shroud of gloom, even during the summer months. In the second week of vacation, Mrs. Dursley from No. 4 Privet Drive meticulously tidied up her baby son Dudley's room before descending the stairs to check on her nephew.

"How's the housework coming along?" she inquired, her voice crisp with expectation.

"The bowls are washed, the floor has been swept and mopped, and the dining table is also wiped clean," replied Mrs. Dursley to herself, her thoughts drifting towards her nephew's lackluster efforts. Despite his shortcomings as a helper, she couldn't shake off the ingrained belief that he owed his family for their years of care and provision.

"If only he hadn't damaged Dudley's toys, leading to Dudley barring him from his room... then perhaps I wouldn't be burdened with cleaning Dudley's mess," she lamented silently.

With a sigh tinged with regret, Mrs. Dursley stepped out into the modest yard behind their home. Though small in size, she devoted considerable time each day to tending the flower beds nestled within.

To be more accurate, she employed her unnaturally elongated neck—twice the length of an average person's—to peer over the fence and spy on the neighbors, with the information gleaned often finding its way onto the Dursley family's dinner table as juicy gossip.

Today's target was the house diagonally across the street, at No. 13 Privet Drive. Had she not overheard her neighbors' conversation the previous day, she might have assumed the house remained vacant.

Rumors swirled about the reclusive owner, suggesting a profound loneliness that kept him confined indoors, save for sporadic sightings when he tended to his garden. Clad in archaic attire reminiscent of a bygone era, he was said to engage in mysterious rituals involving steaming crucibles and murmured incantations under the moonlight.

Such peculiarities invariably stirred unsettling memories for Mrs. Dursley, compelling her to satisfy her curiosity about the enigmatic figure across the street.

Yet, despite her best efforts, she failed to catch a glimpse of her new neighbor, even after she had pruned the bushes in her yard to a bare minimum. Nonetheless, she couldn't help but admire the exquisite silver-blue flowers that peeked through the fence, their petals arranged in delicate layers that captivated even her disinterested gaze.

Meanwhile, she observed her precious son and her nephew embroiled in a scuffle. Content that the children were unharmed, albeit riled up, Mrs. Dursley retreated indoors to prepare lunch.

Outside, the slender figure of Harry found himself ensnared by the towering Dudley, a sense of hopelessness gnawing at his heart.

"Run, keep running!" Dudley's malicious grin contorted his chubby face, instilling fear in Harry.

Harry, with his unruly black hair and tape-repaired glasses, regarded Dudley with disdain, his emerald eyes glaring defiantly.

Thud!

Dudley's fist connected with Harry's nose. "Still staring, are you?" he sneered, indifferent to the blood trickling down Harry's face as he grasped the collar of Harry's oversized shirt, plotting his next torment.

"Hey, Dudley!" A buck-toothed boy with freckles scattered across his face, Dudley's loyal companion Peel, interjected, gesturing towards No. 13 Privet Drive with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Dudley's laughter echoed in agreement. "Ah, yes."

No. 13 Privet Drive had become a focal point of recent gossip among the children, rumored to be the abode of a malevolent wizard who feasted on children's flesh and nourished his garden with human blood.

Dudley, well-versed in these rumors, exercised caution in discussing such matters at home, knowing his father's aversion to all things magical.

"No! Dudley, you can't do this!" Harry protested vehemently, his feeble attempts to break free from Dudley's grasp proving futile against Dudley's robust frame.

"That's someone else's garden," Harry pleaded desperately, his voice tinged with urgency.

"You wrecked it, didn't you?" Dudley's excitement surged at Harry's admission.

And so, they found themselves outside the confines of No. 13 Privet Drive's fence. With a quick scan to ensure no one was watching, Dudley hoisted Harry aloft and hurled him over the barrier.

"Stop!" Harry's cry was drowned out by the duo's laughter and the resounding crunch of the flowerbed underfoot.

The delicate stems snapped like brittle bones, their demise punctuating the silence with an eerie finality. Harry, guilt-ridden, observed the crushed silver-blue blooms, their ethereal beauty juxtaposed against the grim reality of the bloody soil.

A sense of dread enveloped him as whispers of ominous tales flooded his mind, paralyzing him with fear and guilt.

Just then, the creak of a door echoed from No. 13 Privet Drive, drawing Harry's gaze towards its threshold, where a figure adorned in finely tailored attire stood poised, his presence commanding attention.

Then, Harry saw an extremely cold face, like a catwalk model, with blond hair combed back, and a lifeless face. He was carrying a flower shower pot and wore two ancient silver rings that were somewhat oxidized on his fingers.

Felix Peregrine opened the door and immediately noticed the skinny child who appeared inexplicably in his flower garden outside, then saw the state of his Moon Spirit Flowers that he cherished as it was a rare and precious ingredient for his potions.

'My flowers ! What happened to my flowers ? '

Then he noticed Harry with flowers and leaves on his body.

No, I cast a electric barrier charm on the fence and a Mortal-Repelling charms at the entrance to the front yard.

I'm just afraid that someone won't open their eyes and damage the plants.

'Did he fly in ?'

"Hey, kid!" Felix Peregrine looked at him with some anger: "Do you know how precious the Moon Spirit Flower is?"

Harry was so frightened that he didn't know what to do.

"Hug...I'm sorry..." He felt that his mouth was a little unruly and his feet were swaying.

"I...I will correct my mistake !"

"Correct your mistake?!" Felix laughed angrily, feeling helpless.

However, the next second, a wonder that he couldn't understand occurred.

Harry suddenly crawled to the ground and covered the damaged flowers with his hands.

Harry was a little confused at this time. He didn't know why he would do such a thing, it was just...feeling? Yes, he felt that he should do this.

Felix sighed and walked over to grab Harry's hand. He could tell that this kid damaged his flowerbed in some special circumstances, unless the other party wanted to use his fence as an high jump training.

"Okay, let's go. Even if you destroyed the Moon Spirit Flower, what can I do ? Let bygones Be bygo..."

In the middle of his words, Felix Peregrine stopped abruptly and looked at the flowers blooming in the hands of this thin kid in surprise.

"This..." Felix Peregrine's tone paused. At the same time, he also saw other flowers on the shrub beginning to come back to life. Taking this as the midpoint and the flower stems as the veins, a life force began to radiate out.

Harry was also surprised. He looked in disbelief at Felix. The Moon Spirit Flower was blooming again in his hand!

He quickly looked up at the man, with some timidity in his eyes. On the one hand, he was afraid that this man was an evil wizard as rumoured. And at the same time, every time he expresses his ability that is different from ordinary people, he will be punished without exception by his aunt family.

Once, Aunt Petunia couldn't bear his permanently messy hair and cut it all off with scissors. As a result, all his hair grew back the next day. This resulted in a week of confinement.

Another time at school, Dudley and his friends wanted to chase and bully him, but in the blink of an eye, he teleported on a tree. This resulted in a month of confinement, where he was either at school or in a closet, unable to even come out to eat.

Then, in Harry's green eyes, he saw a big hand with a silver ring and many calluses reaching out, as if it had gone through a lot.

What is he going to do? Was he going to catch me and tell my aunt? Will I be locked up for how long, a whole vacation?

Or, is he really the evil wizard as rumoured, and is he going to capture me? Are you going to eat me?

Harry was too frightened to move. He even felt that if the other party killed him, no one would care about him anyway, and there was nothing to cherish about such a day...

His big hands covered Harry's messy hair, and then under Harry's disbelieving gaze, a smile appeared on Felix lifeless face.

"Good job, kid."