The fireplace, with its blazing fire, kept the cottage warm.
The boy leaned against a sofa, his expression calm as he gazed quietly at the whiskey on the table.
The new term would begin soon, and Jino was looking forward to it.
London.
Inside an apartment on the outskirts of the West End.
By the second-floor windowsill, a black-haired young man wearing glasses was staring intently at a thick photo album on the table.
Even more astonishingly, the photographs in the album could move on their own.
There were pictures of a kind couple holding their infant son, then photographs of the boy, still young-faced, standing alongside his two closest friends as they played together.
They wore bright smiles in the pictures, and it was clear they were very close.
As he looked at the photograph of the three of them, the emerald-green eyes behind his round glasses were filled with nostalgia.
"Chirp, chirp, chirp!"
Not far away, inside a birdcage beside the desk, a snowy white owl was desperately battering the iron bars with her beak.
"Hedwig, stop it."
Harry Potter frowned and turned to stare at his owl.
"I can't let you out. You know that."
Harry reached out and stroked the owl's head, trying to soothe the restless owl.
"I can't use magic outside school."
"And besides, Uncle Vernon—"
Before the boy could finish speaking—
"Harry Potter!"
A hoarse, booming voice rang out from downstairs.
"Well, what did I tell you?"
Harry helplessly closed the album and stood up.
He pushed open the narrow bedroom door and squeezed through the already cramped doorway.
His gaze fell upon the living room.
A woman in a red dress and apron was smiling as she placed cherries atop a huge cake.
"Vernon, there he is."
Upon seeing Harry, the woman