HP : The Frail-Looking, Iron-Fisted Beauty of Harry Potter

"Call me 'Big Sister'."

Dolly corrected Harry's form of address without hesitation.

She was very insistent on this because she wanted Harry to develop a mental habit, to recognize her as his older sister both habitually and from the bottom of his heart.

This way, Dolly's safety would be basically guaranteed.

After all, with the savior's protection, even people from the wizarding world would likely have to show her some respect.

Of course, Death Eaters wouldn't give her that respect.

But even if she didn't get along with Harry, Death Eaters wouldn't give her any respect anyway, so the Death Eater factor didn't need to be considered.

Harry swallowed, still not used to calling Dolly "Big Sister."

But for the sake of the cake and juice, he forced himself to speak again. "Sister, why are you different today than before?"

After the first time, it became much smoother for Harry to call Dolly "sister."

"You're not just doing this on a whim today, only to change back tomorrow, are you?"

Seeing Harry's expression, Dolly burst out laughing, finally understanding what the little guy was worried about.

He wasn't worried that Dolly's personality had changed drastically, that she might have been possessed by some demon, or that she had developed some mental illness.

He was simply worried that everything he had gained today would be taken back by Dolly tomorrow, and perhaps even worse.

Dolly and Dudley had done similar things before.

For instance, under the pretext of lending a toy to Harry, they would then order him to do more chores.

If Harry refused to borrow it, he would be on the receiving end of an "enforced transaction" by way of an iron fist.

Dolly placed her hands on her hips and tried to use a tone that matched her past self. "What are you talking about? I'm Dolly, the one who's going to become a great woman of action."

"The reason I changed my opinion of you today is because I've had my 11th birthday. I'm half an adult now."

"Adults naturally have to act like adults. You too, Harry."

"Your birthday is in a week. I'll get you a birthday present then."

Harry nodded subconsciously. Dolly had given him presents in the past, so that wasn't strange.

Sometimes it was old clothes, sometimes rotten fruit, or Dolly's toys with missing arms and legs.

Just giving a gift was a simple matter.

However, Dolly's next words left Harry dumbfounded.

"If there's something you want, you can tell me directly."

The spoon Harry was using to eat cake fell from his hand. He asked, overwhelmed by the favor, "I can ask you directly?"

"Of course. After all, I'm your sister."

"But nothing too expensive. I don't have much money."

Dolly had many things for her daily life, but that was all Vernon and Petunia's money. Her own pocket money was only enough for snacks.

After all, it was dangerous for a child to have too much money.

Harry hesitated, unsure whether to speak up.

On one hand, he worried Dolly would change her mind in a few days. On the other, Harry didn't want to miss this opportunity.

He wanted many things, from new clothes and new stationery to a new pair of glasses. Having used only second-hand things, he longed for items that were truly his own.

Finally, Harry spoke slowly. "My glasses don't fit well anymore. I've never dared to mention it to Uncle Vernon."

Harry's nearsightedness was hereditary, and he had to wear glasses from a young age.

As he grew older, his prescription kept changing, which was a significant expense and a frequent complaint from Vernon.

Bringing this up now was a test for Dolly.

If Dolly accepted even this, she was probably truly planning to be a good sister, right?

Then, Harry heard the news that made him beam with joy.

"Just a pair of glasses? Leave it to me."

Dolly patted Harry's shoulder firmly. "Remember to pack your things and move into your new room after you finish eating. This place is too small; it's not suitable for us half-adults to live in."

With that, Dolly yawned and went upstairs.

She was truly tired today, having used her 11-year-old body to think about problems that would give adults a headache.

But she had no choice. Harry's birthday, and the arrival of his acceptance letter, was just a few days away.

If she didn't hurry, Dolly would really miss her chance.

Watching Dolly's imposing back disappear, Harry lowered his head and began to eat the cake in large bites.

For some reason, steam seemed to rise from the cake, blurring his glasses.

This seemed to be the first time since he could remember that someone had been so good to him.

Especially since Dolly, who used to bully him, had become the one who treated him best. It was something Harry still couldn't believe.

But since it had happened, there was no room for doubt.

The last thought remaining in Harry's mind was to actively practice his ability to communicate with snakes.

He would become a great animal tamer as soon as possible, and then make his sister's dream of being a landlord come true.

After all, with his ability, it seemed he really could make a lot of money, right?

Arriving in her room, Dolly dove onto the soft bed.

She held her head, waiting for the final settlement to arrive.

Had she completed the mission? If so, how much reward would she get? Could she gain the qualification to enter Hogwarts?

Finally, the mumbling voice that had been gone for 12 hours reappeared.

Hearing this slightly bubbly voice, Dolly's face lit up with joy. She even wanted to say, "I missed you so much, Mr. Narrator!"

[After a day of hard work, our Miss Dolly has successfully demonstrated her charm to Harry Potter.]

[However, Miss Dolly, whose beauty is unparalleled in the world, disdained to use her looks to beguile the young Harry.]

[Instead, she used touching affection, wisdom beyond her years, and communication skills that could make an adult fall for her, to let Harry understand that he has a sister he can trust.]

[Harry indeed felt Miss Dolly's charm, but unfortunately, Miss Dolly chose the most laborious and thankless way to complete the mission.]

[Therefore, Miss Dolly's mission completion rating for this task is A.]

[You have received four free attribute points. Free attribute points can be used to strengthen basic attributes, skills, and even items.]

[Simultaneously, your personal attribute panel has been opened. Point allocation can be completed instantly at any time.]

[It is recommended that next time, Miss Dolly use her unparalleled beauty to easily conquer everyone she meets. This way, she can receive a rating of A or higher, and even obtain special rewards of various kinds.]

[Finally, a good night to Miss Dolly.]

[Starting tomorrow, this system will begin official operation. May your peerless charm become known to the world from this day forward!]

Listening to the narration, which sounded like celestial music, Dolly's anxious heart finally relaxed.

She immediately opened her personal attribute panel, her eyes scanning rapidly for the "Magic" attribute.

Finally, at the very end of her personal attributes, she saw it.

The good news: Dolly could indeed increase her magic attribute and thus gain the opportunity to go to Hogwarts.

The bad news: Her magic talent cap was only 1.

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