HP: After binding to the strongest wizard development system

"Who is he?" Tier frowned. It wasn't that he didn't like the little boy, but he was surprised by how thin he was.

He was still short at three or four years old, and Thiel couldn't comment on his size. But just looking at the skinny appearance of the little boy, Thiel felt something was wrong: "Why is he so thin!"

Till's words were filled with anger, and she vaguely guessed that the little boy in front of her was the "unknown thing" she had just glimpsed.

She didn't expect that in such an icy and snowy environment, the little boy's family would let him out to enjoy the cold wind! He was only wearing a thin-looking shirt and shorts!

Merlin, whose parents are so cruel!

Till's words contained some questions about the little boy's family for no reason. There was no dissatisfaction with the little boy. However, the little boy shrank subconsciously. He didn't know whether he was hit by the cold wind that had not been turned off or by Till's The tone was scary.

"Tier, come on, let the little brother go to the sofa to get warm first." Mrs. Emery also felt a little sorry for the little boy. She held her daughter with one hand and pushed the little boy towards the living room with the other.

Mr. Emery frowned and looked a little thoughtful. He just saw the color and shape of the little boy's eyes... it was somewhat familiar. He should have seen it somewhere, where?

"Fry, close the door and go to the kitchen to get some food, something hot!" Seeing her husband standing at the door in a daze, Mrs. Emery, who knew what her husband was thinking, shouted to him again, "Call our little boy." Harry fills his stomach."

Harry! Mr. Emery was startled, and finally realized where the familiarity of those eyes came from. Harry's eyes were almost identical to his mother's, and Mr. Emery had met Lily Potter several times and had a pleasant conversation with her, and they were considered friends.

The child of his former friend did not seem to be doing well. Mr. Emery sighed inwardly, closed the door, and strode into the kitchen. After a while, he came out with hot French onion soup and mince pies.

At this time, Harry had wrapped himself in the small blanket that Till had specially brought down from upstairs, and was sitting on the sofa drinking hot water. After his body warmed up, he seemed to become bolder, looking at Till and Mrs. Emery curiously from time to time.

Mrs. Emery took the pie from her husband and placed it on the coffee table in front of Harry: "Harry, are you hungry? Eat some pie first, and stay for dinner tonight, okay?"

"Thank you Mrs. Emery." Harry's voice was small and small, with a hint of intimacy towards Mrs. Emery. Then he grabbed the pie under the encouraging eyes of the Emery family and almost wolfed it down. stand up.

Harry hadn't eaten for several days - no, or ever since he could remember, he hadn't had enough food. Cousin Dudley always took away the little food he had. My stomach growls several times a day.

He didn't know why he was willing to come back with Mrs. Emery. Maybe he felt that Mrs. Emery meant no harm to him, or maybe he was too envious of the interaction between the Emery mother and daughter that he had peeped at.

Harry dreamed of having a mother who loved him just like Miss Emery, who would gently wipe the snow off his face just like Mrs. Emery did.

Today he accidentally broke Cousin Dudley's toy car, which made Cousin Dudley cry loudly, and Uncle Vernon kicked him out angrily.

Harry had nowhere to go but to walk around in the nearby streets. He couldn't stop, he was too cold. Only by walking more away from the cold wind could he warm up his body.

While walking, he came to the corner opposite the Emery house. He looked longingly at Till and Mrs. Emery building a snowman. He also wanted to have a complete family.

However, Harry felt that his desire might be too obvious. The Emery mother and daughter seemed to have discovered him, so he hid and did not dare to come out. He was afraid that Mrs. Emery would curse him and drive him away like Aunt Petunia. Own.

But Mrs. Emery didn't. She looked into her eyes so tenderly. She took her hand and took her home. Mr. Emery also gave her hot onion soup and pie...

Harry really couldn't refuse Mrs. Emery's dinner invitation. He just wished that time could pass slower and slower. Even if he would be cursed by Aunt Petunia for several hours when he went back at night, Harry was willing to do so.

Harry dozed off quickly after eating and drinking. Even if he tried hard to stay awake, it was useless. Mr. and Mrs. Emery communicated tacitly with their eyes for a moment, and then Mr. Emery carried Harry upstairs. They went to the guest room to rest, while Mrs. Emery took Till to the study.

"Mom, I heard you call him Harry!" As soon as he entered the study, Till couldn't wait to ask his mother for confirmation. Mrs. Emery didn't want to hide it from her. She explained it and began to write a letter.

"Dear, yes, he is Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, but...as you can see, he is having a very bad life." Mrs. Emery's tone was filled with pity, "Merlin. , who would have thought? If he lived in the magical world, the inheritance left by his parents alone would be enough for him to have enough food and clothing for several lifetimes."

Till's mood also became depressed. She had read many books, and Harry Potter was also recorded in some books.

Precisely because he knew how much the wizarding world respected this "Savior Boy", Till felt a huge sense of disparity after seeing Harry living a miserable life.

"Who do you want to write to?" Till asked curiously as he lay on the small sofa next to the desk, watching his mother write without stopping for two pieces of parchment.

Even after telling Till about being hunted that year, the Emery couple had no intention of hiding anything from Till in the future. Mrs. Emery answered her daughter without raising her head: "Professor Dumbledore. At the beginning. He sent Harry away secretly. I don't believe the professor doesn't know what kind of life Harry has lived over the years."

"How could he let Harry suffer in such a family!" Mrs. Emery sighed. After finally finishing the letter, she hesitated and started writing another letter.

Thiel didn't read the content of the letter clearly, but he obviously felt that the content of the second letter was much shorter.

This time, there was no need for Teal to ask. Mrs. Emery told Teal directly: "Your father is right. We can't blame everything on Professor Dumbledore. He is also a human being, and he will also be affected by his shoulders." Weary from bearing too heavy a burden.”

"The second letter is to a close friend of Harry's parents. Although he has had a very difficult time these years, if he takes care of Harry..." Mrs. Emery pursed her lips and asked Ollie to give the first letter to him. Professor Dumbledore's letter was sent, "Let's wait and see what Professor Dumbledore's response is."

Ollie flew into the heavy snow and soon disappeared. Only then did Tier realize that it had started to snow again outside at some point. Till was lying by the window, leaning over to look at the three snowmen he and his mother had built earlier.

Fortunately, the three snowmen, two large and one small, were still standing intact in the heavy snow. Till just thought that maybe when Harry woke up, she could take him to build a small snowman.