Garbage Theory Gets Another One

Harry looked at his own thin arms, then at Uncle Mu En's sturdy physique, and suddenly understood.

"You see, there are many paths a wizard can take," Mu En said.

Harry was no longer the clueless kid ignorant of the Wizarding World. Looking at Uncle Mu En, he immediately thought of someone and nodded, "I get it! Just like Godric Gryffindor!"

Gryffindor, one of the four founders of Hogwarts. Besides being a great wizard, he was also the most outstanding fighter of his time.

With a wand in his left hand and a sword in his right, that was the fighting style of his many followers in that era.

Thinking this, Harry suddenly felt curious, "Uncle Mu En, so are you a Gryffindor?"

"Gryffindor?" Mu En was surprised for a moment, then shook his head, "I've never been to Hogwarts School, I've never even seen it with my own eyes. But if I had to guess, my personality would probably be... Slytherin!"

Mu En reviewed the description of Slytherin he had read in books: ambitious, cunning, profit-driven, victory above all else...

"Of course, this is just my speculation based on the descriptions in the books," Mu En added.

As they spoke, the two had already returned to Number 13, Privet Drive, and Lucifer opened the door at the opportune moment.

"Oh, right, Uncle Mu En. Why were you in the park?" Harry suddenly remembered.

Mu En pushed the door open and walked in first, "After I stopped my magic research, I always felt like I had nothing to do, so I'd wander around. Today I went to the supermarket and bought some ingredients."

At this moment, Harry also noticed the scenery outside the Moonlight Castle window. It was already getting dark. The Moonlight Castle had stopped, and the sky was filled with stars, illuminating a lake.

Mu En clapped his hands and said, "We're having barbecue tonight, by the lake!"

"Really?" Harry was delighted.

"Of course!" Mu En snapped his fingers and pointed at Harry, "You grill, I'll eat."

After dinner and cleaning up, Harry returned to the study and began to read. Although he was supposed to finish one book a month, these twelve books alone were almost as tall as he was. They were all ancient, massive tomes. Sometimes, when faced with archaic and obscure vocabulary, he even had to look them up in a dictionary. Oh, and besides these twelve books, there was also one about clothing... In short, the road ahead was long.

At the same time, he took out the sheepskin parchment book he had sealed the edges of and began taking notes.

"A great wizard should possess a body of gold."

Suddenly, Harry seemed to hear Uncle Mu En's words again.

Aim for the middle and get the top, aim for the top and get the middle—

After thinking for a moment, Harry added another sentence behind it.

"Anything less is trash!!"

Yes, Harry nodded with satisfaction. That's how it should be!

The next morning, Harry arrived at Moonlight Castle early. As expected, the phonograph was playing a vinyl record, and Uncle Mu En was lying on the sofa, holding a book.

"I told you, I'm not researching anymore, just reading for leisure!" These were Uncle Mu En's exact words.

But today... Harry didn't know if he was mistaken, but as he walked in, Uncle Mu En seemed to jolt. As if he had been asleep.

Mu En stood up, rubbed his face, tidied his fur, and then put down the book to look at Harry, "Good morning. So, what time did you arrange to meet Hermione?"

"Ten o'clock," Harry said, clearly impatient.

Mu En nodded, "Let me get ready and change. Lucifer, heat some water for me."

Harry wasn't in a hurry. He walked to the kitchen and started preparing breakfast. After persistent effort, he had now earned the right to make breakfast. Great!

Half an hour later, a refreshed Mu En came downstairs, his carved Oxford leather shoes tapping on the floor, "By the way, Harry. Are you sure you want to go to Diagon Alley with your scar showing?"

Harry, who had just placed breakfast on the table, paused and then touched his newly styled hair. After thinking carefully, he shook his head, "Forget it. I remember last time I went to Diagon Alley, it was the start of the school year, and I heard so many people discussing when I would go to Hogwarts..."

Harry knew very well that he had nothing to do with Voldemort, but whether it was the public or some recently published books, the credit for "killing Voldemort and saving the Wizarding World" had been given to him. Some books even referred to him as The Boy Who Lived.

It didn't make sense to him.

This shouldn't be happening.

If there really was a Boy Who Lived, it should have been his mom and dad, not him, a baby.

In any case, he didn't want this honor, nor did he want this kind of fame.

After following Mu En for so long, Harry had come to understand many things clearly.

Fame, honor, strength!

He would obtain them all through his own efforts.

He didn't need the nonexistent things like "The Boy Who Lived" or "The Boy Who Lived Through It All."

"I'll just cover this scar," Harry said, resigned.

Mu En didn't comment. The scar had different reactions in different situations, and he understood Harry's decision.

It's just...

"Forget it, don't use that headscarf, it's too ugly," Mu En said with disgust.

As he spoke, he flicked his finger, and a brown newsboy cap flew down from the second floor.

Mu En placed the hat on Harry's head, then pulled it down slightly.

"There, that covers it," Mu En said. "You can also turn the brim towards the scar a bit more to cover it more securely.

But like this, most people won't see it."

Harry blinked, then touched the hat on his head. He looked down at the oversized t-shirt he had inherited from Dudley.

"Uncle Mu En, I want to buy some clothes," Harry decided, taking out his piggy bank.

He had been thinking about this for a while, saving money specifically for a decent set of clothes.

Just like Uncle Mu En!

Mu En's lips curved upwards, a hint of helplessness in his voice. "It seems I have to be your fashion consultant."

As Harry expected, besides his extraordinary dedication to magic, Mu En also had a strong focus on his image.

"Let's eat, and then we'll go to London," Mu En urged...

"Girl, is this the place you agreed to meet Harry?" Chris Granger asked his beloved daughter as he parked the car on Charing Cross Road, looking at her in the back seat.

Honestly, this was the first time he had seen Hermione make plans with a friend for the weekend...

Though it might not be appropriate to say, Chris had to admit that his darling daughter didn't have many friends at school.

After all, when it came to anything related to studying, this girl became unusually demanding.

"Yes, Dad, it's here," Hermione nodded. She then looked out the window and her eyes widened in surprise.

"Dad, is that Harry?" she pointed incredulously at the two figures standing by the roadside.

Harry stood by the road, a look of undeniable happiness on his face. He wore well-draped tapered trousers on his lower half, a simple white shirt and a waistcoat that accented his waistline on his upper half, and a slightly oversized jacket that gave him a casual air.

Chris, having been in the world for many years, also saw Harry.

For some reason, seeing the child dressed in a smart, new outfit that belonged to him, and the eager expression on his face, the fatherly old man couldn't help but smile.

"Yes, girl. That's Harry and Mr. Jones," Chris replied.

"I think Harry has been doing quite well lately."