After scaring his annoying cousin away, Harry stared bored at the hedge in the yard.
He is a second-year student in Hogwarts, but has to live in Aunt Penny’s home who hates magic and wizards during the summer vacation.
To be honest, when he received the Hogwarts admission letter from Hagrid last year, he happily thought that he was about to escape from the sea of suffering.
But I didn’t expect that when the semester ended, I would return to this “home” that made him feel no warmth.
Today is Harry’s birthday, but he has not received a birthday card so far.
During his year of study at Hogwarts, he must have made friends.
But throughout the summer vacation, Ron and Hermione seemed to have completely forgotten him, and they did not send a letter.
This made him extremely frustrated.
Aunt Penny had just heard the panicked Dali telling her a report, and was yelling in the living room, asking him to trim the roses in the yard, wipe the windows, wash the car, trim the lawn, and organize the flowerbed.
In the hot weather, Harry began to work in the garden with his tools weakly, while his fat cousin Dalley, who was like a fat pig, was gloatingly eating ice cream and swaying around and watching Harry wipe the glass.
Harry wasn’t feeling sad…well, more or less likely there were some.
But he had actually been used to such unfair treatment for a long time, and even if he felt a little uncomfortable, he could not be considered sad.
The scorching sun made Harry’s neck hot.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and suddenly saw a young man running on the road outside the yard.
When he raised his head, his eyes just met the young man.
To be honest, that face is very handsome, and he can rank among the top three of the people Harry has ever met, but his expression is cold and he looks like a serious person.
The two of them had a fleeting look, as if two ordinary strangers had accidentally looked at each other.
Apart from muttering in his mouth, Harry had the leisure to go out to run in this weather, and he didn’t find anything wrong.
And then his attention was attracted by a large eye hiding behind a hedge.
……
This is the first time Sherlock went out to run according to the planned route, and then he met Harry Potter.
He didn’t dare to go up and say hello to the protagonist of this world, because he didn’t know if there were Dumbledore or the Ministry of Magic guarding nearby around Harry’s house.
And why do you want to take a look at Harry Potter, It was only after Professor McGonagall left that he discovered that he lived, only two streets away from No. 4 Livervet Road, where Harry Potter lived in the original work.
Harry Potter’s appearance is no different from what he thinks.
Wearing a pair of big black-framed glasses, dark and chaotic black hair, bright green eyes, and a thin figure that looks a bit malnourished.
It seems that my daily life is not very good.
But Sherlock doesn’t need to worry about whether Harry Potter has lived well or not.
He took a look at Harry just to satisfy his curiosity, and he still had a lot of troubles on him now.
Back at home, Sherlock went to the bathroom to take a shower, then came to the wizard’s study with a towel and wiped his wet hair.
As soon as I entered the door, the portrait on the wall began to yell again.
“Why don’t you die! You bastard who makes me sick! Die outside! Disappear in front of me!…”