[HP] Return to original form

Harry rushed out of the gate quickly, and ran down the street.He had had enough of Dudley's fists, his uncle's roars and his aunt's mocking tone, he wanted to get out of here!

Before running out of Privet Drive, Harry was stopped by Mrs. Figg: "Oh, Harry, where are you going? I was going to find you. Do you want to come and help me take care of my lovely cats? Kick Kick has always missed you."

Mrs. Figg's words reminded Harry of the breathless cabbage smell in the room. He frowned, and without saying a word, he struggled to get away from her, and disappeared into the alley as soon as he turned a corner.

Seeing that he was about to run out of the alley, someone happened to pass by suddenly, and Harry couldn't dodge it in time, so he slammed into it.

"Ian Dempsey?!" Harry looked at the person under him in surprise.Even though Harry was usually very lonely in school, he still paid attention to this transfer student, not only because he was sought after by many people with his aristocratic demeanor, but also because several times when Dudley bullied him, he was bullied by Deng who was passing by. Puth stopped.To know that no one would dare to approach Dudley against him, let alone help him escape Dudley's violence.

"Potter! I think you can get off of me first." Ian said in pain, God knows where Harry Potter's seemingly thin body was so strong, it hurt his chest, and his feet hurt. Be careful.

Harry stood up in a hurry, seeing Ian getting up in a panic, he couldn't help but chuckle.Usually in school, Ian kept his back straight all the time, and he was very elegant in everything he did. He once heard some girls discuss in private that Ian must be a nobleman in order to abide by all kinds of etiquette so perfectly.So out of low self-esteem, Harry never dared to approach him, and seeing Ian in such a mess now, he couldn't help but feel that the distance between the two had increased a lot.

Ian glared at him and said angrily, "Help me up! My ankle is sprained."

Ian's impatient appearance was quite different from his image in school. Harry was stunned for a moment before realizing it. He hurried forward to help him, and said guiltily, "I'm sorry!"

"Stop talking nonsense, help me home." Ian became angry when he saw Harry's cowardly look.Since he was a child, he thought that Harry Potter could defeat the Dark Lord when he was just over one year old, so he must be a powerful and very brave person.What I didn't expect to see was a skinny kid with skinny cheeks and malnutrition. Even the silly round-frame glasses he was wearing were glued together with tape. If it wasn't for the iconic lightning scar on his forehead, Ian really thought he had the wrong person.Life is hard, but every time he faces the bullying of his Muggle cousin, he is powerless to resist, so he can only run around, and when he is caught, he bears it silently with an aggrieved face, which really angers him.If he hadn't repeatedly reminded himself that he needed to make friends with Harry, he would have turned his head away long ago. He didn't bother to pay attention to such a cowardly person, and it would be considered humane to ignore Dudley's fist occasionally.

As if feeling that Ian didn't like him very much, Harry silently shifted most of Ian's weight on his body, and helped him back home with great effort. Fortunately, his house was not far away, just a few steps away.

Harry had always thought that Ian's house would be a castle-like house, but he didn't expect that it looked like an ordinary villa, no different from the houses nearby. The only difference was that the garden was much more exquisite.

A woman was mowing the lawn at the door, and when she saw Ian being helped back, she threw the scissors and rushed over: "Ian, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, I accidentally fell and twisted my foot just now, thanks to Potter for sending me back." Ian explained.He was arranged by Evan to live with a Squib relative in Mulsible. Because he had no children, Aunt Demps always cared about him as her own child, which moved him very much, and he tried his best to do what he could for her. Naturally, I don't want her to worry now.

Mrs. Demps was relieved that a sprained foot was not a big deal, and a cup of potion could cure it.She looked at Potter kindly: "What a kind child, thank you for sending Ian back."

Harry blushed and waved his hands awkwardly. After handing Ian to Mrs. Dempsey, he turned his head and wanted to run, but Ian grabbed his arm and said, "Since you're here, have a meal before leaving." He approached Harry Leigh whispered, "I think you must have sneaked out."

Harry stared at Ian with wide eyes, as if wondering how he guessed it, and was dragged into the room by Ian in a daze.

If the outside is an ordinary villa, the interior is a palace.Harry was shocked to see the grand and exquisite living room everywhere, and couldn't help but feel a little awkward. He looked down at his baggy trousers and worn-out sneakers, feeling a sense of inferiority in his heart.

Mrs. Demps knew what Harry was hesitating from seeing Harry's expression, and said softly: "Although it is rude to say this, but, Harry, can you help me prepare dinner together? Ian usually assists me , but now he is injured and needs to recuperate, I can't do it alone, I wonder if you would like to do me this little favor?"

"I do!" Harry nodded immediately.It's a relief for him to be able to help, at least not for free, isn't it?

Harry helped Ian carefully onto the sofa, and followed Mrs. Dempsey into the kitchen.Although it was said to be helping, in fact, Mrs. Demps only asked him to wash the vegetables and handed over the plate, and then skillfully fried the steak and served it with a delicious salad.

After sitting at the table, Harry couldn't help swallowing when he looked at the sumptuous dinner in front of him. He had run for a long time before and exhausted a lot of energy, and now he felt very hungry, and he had never had the opportunity to enjoy such a delicious meal at the Dursleys' house. Food, at best, was a piece of burnt bacon.

Mrs. Dempsey saw his small movements, and immediately gave up her usual prayers to Merlin, and said with a smile, "I hope you like my cooking." After that, she began to cut the steak.

Harry tried his best not to look too impatient, and imitated Ian to cut the steak slowly, but found in frustration that he was not as pleasing to the eye as Ian, and made a lot of noises because of his clumsy movements.Harry lowered his head, and his eyes couldn't help but moisten. He didn't dare to look at the expressions of Mrs. Dempsey and Ian, for fear of seeing mocking eyes.

Suddenly the steak in front of him was taken away, and before Harry could think, "Is it because I'm not welcome for dinner and I'm going to drive me away", he found that a steak that had been neatly cut into small pieces was placed in front of him again.He looked up vaguely, and saw Ian sitting down with his steak that was almost cut off the plate, and he cut a small piece into his mouth expressionlessly, while Mrs. he smiles.

Harry lowered his head and quickly wiped away his tears with his cuff, choked up and ate the tender steak, which was just the right size for his mouth, thinking that it must be the most delicious food in the world.

Seeing Harry like this, Ian couldn't help sighing. After all, he was just a child. He stopped comparing the fantasy of Harry Potter in his mind with the boy in front of him, and decided to start getting to know him again.

After dinner, it was already dark outside, and Ian was worried about letting Harry run around alone, so he took him in and stayed.

Looking at Harry's dirty old clothes with disgust, Ian asked Harry to help him upstairs to his bedroom.Harry couldn't help but get excited, this was the first time he'd been invited to a friend's bedroom, and yes, he had already identified Ian as his best friend, even though Ian didn't seem to like him very much.

As soon as Harry entered the bedroom, he was frightened by the loud "grunting" sound. He followed the sound and found an owl on the desk looking at them with its head tilted.

"This is my pet, Aubrey." Ian introduced casually, and went to the closet to find pajamas.

It's weird enough to have an owl as a pet.thought Harry, eyeing Aubrey curiously.Aubrey seemed annoyed by his look, honked at him, flapped his wings and flew away from the window.Withdrawing his gaze, Harry accidentally found a photo behind where Aubrey was standing just now. To his surprise, the woman in the photo was leading a blond boy to play in the garden!

How can the photo move? !Harry couldn't help walking towards the desk, and just as he was about to pick up the photo, he heard Ian's voice from behind, "What are you looking at?"

Startled, Harry turned quickly and looked at Ian with a guilty conscience.Ian calmly handed the pajamas in his hands to Harry: "I don't think you changed your clothes at night. This is my pajamas. You can wear them alive."

Harry took the pajamas in a daze, and was about to point to the photo and ask Ian, but was surprised to find that there was no photo behind him.

Maybe I read it wrong?Harry said goodbye to Ian in confusion and went to the guest room.

It wasn't until Harry closed the door that Ian slowly walked towards the study, picked up the photos he had hidden behind the pile of books, and silently stroked them.

In the end, Harry obediently returned to the Dursley's house, and was imprisoned in a cupboard for a week by the angry Uncle Vernon.Harry lay in the dark cupboard for a long time, always reminiscing about the delicious steak, soft bread, and delicious salad at Dempsey's house, and thinking about Mrs. Dempsey's warm smile to him, Ian seemed impatient, but he always took care of his little movements, but more, he was thinking about the moving photo on Ian's desk.He was sure that he was not mistaken, but why did the photo move?And how could it disappear in such a short time?He thought about it but didn't think of an answer.

Curious about Dempsey made Harry secretly follow him every time he saw Dempsey since then, seeing him smiling and saying hello to his friends, watching him quietly reading in the library, watching him gently accompany Mrs. Dempsey Taking a walk... He felt that this was not normal for him, but gradually he found that he couldn't control himself, and his eyes always focused on Dempsey unconsciously.Several times, Harry felt that Dempsey had seen him, but then he turned his gaze elsewhere. He never greeted him, and he must have missed him, so Harry continued to follow after losing his mind. .

However, the more he observes Dempsey, the more Harry feels inferior. Surrounding Dempsey are very good and powerful people, but he is just a thin, autistic, pitiful wretch that no one wants to talk to.However, since Dempsey is so good, he will definitely go to a famous school like Eton College in the future. What if I don't see him in the future? !He didn't want to see Dempsey again in the future!

The sudden sense of crisis made Harry work hard. He began to listen to the class seriously, forced himself to stay in the library and read, secretly hid in the cupboard to imitate Dempsey's etiquette, got up early and went to the playground to run and exercise... He had never Now I hope that I can become outstanding, so good that Dempsey will see him, willing to be his friend, so good that I can stand side by side with Dempsey.

The author has something to say: suddenly feel. . .Xiaoha seems to be written as an idiot by me. . .