Harry Potter and the Virtue of Miss Potter

At the Dursleys' house, Harry and Ian, thanks to their magical abilities, finally had a decent room—Dullie's room.

Woomu lay on the bed, flipping through the pages and occasionally rolling up the blankets, while Harry sat at the table looking at the photo book Hagrid had given them.

"Brother! You've read that book at least a hundred times! Chat with me, okay?" Wu Mu had also read that book more than ten times, and he usually wouldn't keep reading it.

"Wu Mu, you play by yourself first, I want to take a look."

"The Dursleys are so boring! They're nothing like Hogwarts! I want to find my godfather to teach me spells! And I want Professor Dumbledore to chat with me!" Wu Mu lay on the bed, tapping his legs to the beat.

"My brothers Fred and George asked me to go to the Forbidden Forest, but I haven't had a chance to go yet!"

"Walmur, don't go to the Forbidden Forest! It's dangerous there!" Harry then turned to look at Walmur.

"But brother! This place is so boring! I lost my glasses and now I can't see anything!" Wu Mu grabbed a book and started gesturing in the air.

"Yin San Dio! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh—!" Wu Mu couldn't use magic, so she had to direct and act out the scene herself.

“Walt Potter!” That’s the Dursley idiot’s voice.

"Walmur! Didn't he tell you before that you're not allowed to use these spells? Fine, I'll come downstairs with you!" Harry took Walmur's hand and walked downstairs.

Mrs. Dursley was baking a cake. "He's over there, Vernon!"

“I told you, Omar Potter! Don’t you dare use those nasty spells! Or I’ll break your wand!” The Dursley idiot was straightening his son’s clothes.

"So what if it's broken! I can use wandless magic! Let me be specific! I can use magic without a wand!" Wu Mu tucked her precious little green wand into her sleeve, hoping to use this method to stop the Dursley idiot from thinking about breaking her wand.

"So what? Aren't you going to use your wand to tip off your weirdo friend?" The Dursley idiot didn't care about Wu Mu at all, and turned around to face the mirror.

“We haven’t received any communications! Don’t you know that?” Wu Mu was really fed up with Dursley, that big idiot. What he hated most was being grabbed by the collar and lifted up by him.

"That's right, not a single one."

"Who would want to be friends with you!" Dali shoved between the two of them.

“I think you should know how to be grateful and repay us for raising you from childhood, feeding you, and even giving you Dali’s little bedroom. We have done everything we could to be good to you.”

Dudley saw the finished cake and dabbed some cream on his hand.

"Not yet, you can only eat when Mr. Mason arrives!" Mrs. Dursley scolded.

"He could arrive at any moment! Now..."

Wu Mu: Merlin, Mason, is Merlin Forest next?! Hahaha! Speaking of which... I wonder how my godfather is doing, and Hermione and Ron. Let me think... Xue Yiyu should be here today. I'll secretly send a message to my godfather and ask him to come and pick me and my brother up! I'm so smart!

She thought about it and went upstairs on her own.

"Did you hear that, Aymu Porter!"

“Yes! I understand!” Wu Mu waved his hand and pulled Harry away as well.

Once in the room, Harry started scolding Wumu, "Wumu! You were too casual just now! We can't really cast spells! You'll anger him!"

“I know, brother.” Harry had grown quite a bit taller, but Wu Mu hadn’t changed much from before, only a little taller. When the two of them stood together, Wu Mu only reached his mouth.

"I'm sorry, I'll be more careful next time." Seeing that Harry didn't speak, it seemed he was angry.

"Okay. Be careful next time, Mu."

"Okay, brother, I want to go to sleep for a while." Wu Mu has been having nightmares about giant snake monsters lately, so he hasn't been sleeping well.

"Okay, you go to sleep!" Harry picked up the book and sat down on the edge of the bed to read.

"Potter?" Before Wu Mu could sleep for long, a strange voice suddenly came.

Wu Mu slightly opened one eye, rubbing the other with her other hand. "What...is that?" She yawned.

"It's okay, you can go back to sleep." Harry closed the book and looked helplessly at the strange creature beside him.

"Harry Potter, Wolverine Potter, what an honor!"

"who are you?"

Dobby, Dobby the house-elf.

“It’s not convenient for us to take in house-elves, Dobby, you should go back! And give us Hermione and Ron’s letters while you’re at it.” Wu Mu sat up; it was too noisy for her to sleep.

"How does Miss Potter know that Dobby took your letter?"

"Because... I guessed, I was just joking."

"Dobby can't give you the letter. Dobby has to save Harry Potter and Omar Potter."

"Alright, Dobi, sit down first, let's talk slowly." Wu Mu got out of bed.

“Wait… Moo-mu Porter, Dobby… Dobby can’t sit down, Dobby…” Dobby started crying as he said this.

"I'm sorry, Dobby, did I say something that hurt you?"

"Did you hurt Dobby? Dobby has heard that you are great wizards, but no wizard has ever treated you as an equal. Let Dobby sit down first."