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

"Excuses! Lies! Utter nonsense!"

Vernon let go of his daughter's hand and stomped down the stairs like a grizzly bear charging down a mountainside.

Harry instinctively tried to flee but was grabbed by the collar and lifted into the air.

Vernon then shook Harry as if he were a dusty rug until he was completely dizzy and disoriented.

Only when Harry's eyes started rolling back in his head from nausea did Vernon finally put him down, jabbing a finger at his nose. "Today is Dolly's birthday!"

"You, for any reason whatsoever, are not to disturb our family!"

"Do you understand, Harry?"

"You can mess around on any other day, but absolutely not today! I mean it, absolutely!"

"Use that stupid little brain of yours to properly understand the word 'absolutely,' and answer me now. Can you do it?"

The last spark of Harry's anger had long since been shaken out of him.

He clutched his spinning head and said in a low voice, "I understand, sir. I absolutely will not disturb you."

"Can't hear you! Louder!"

"Absolutely, sir! I'll go back to my room right now and won't make a single sound!"

By this point, Harry's voice was tinged with tears.

Vernon ignored it completely, and with a wave of his hand, pointed toward Harry's room—which was, in reality, the cupboard under the stairs.

Only then did Harry take heavy, difficult steps toward the cupboard door.

Seeing all this, Petunia finally let out a sigh of relief and stroked her daughter's hair, seemingly about to comfort Dolly so she wouldn't be frightened by her father's outburst.

Little did she know, their daughter Dolly was just speechless.

Although Vernon hadn't hit or cursed at him, in Dolly's view, this wasn't an especially severe punishment.

But the problem was that Harry had lived in this environment his whole life. This long-term emotional and psychological abuse was far more serious than the occasional physical punishment.

What's more, it was Dolly herself who had actually fallen out of bed. Harry was most likely not lying, yet he was still punished.

It was a good thing Harry's temperament had been somewhat tamed by now. If it had been Dolly in his shoes, she probably would have gotten into a three-minute brawl with Vernon.

Even if the result was being hung up and beaten, she would have had to express her anger.

Of course, in her current position, Dolly wasn't qualified to criticize Vernon and Petunia's actions.

Their attitude was indeed poor.

But they had also raised a newborn baby to the age of 11 without inheriting any estate.

Especially when the child was the son of a witch and could be hunted by dangerous wizards at any moment—this responsibility was far heavier than raising a typical orphan.

On the other hand, while Harry was thin and could only wear old clothes and use old stationery, his health and education hadn't been neglected.

Anyone who has raised or spent significant time with infants knows how incredibly difficult that is.

Now that Harry could take care of himself, living in the cupboard seemed pitiable.

But when Harry was an infant and couldn't care for himself, who was responsible for his daily needs?

It could only have been the Dursleys.

Even if there were subsidies for raising a child in the UK, which could offset some taxes, the energy required to raise a child could not be bought with that small amount of money.

Furthermore, the Dursleys were not short on money. Although Vernon Dursley was out of shape, he was a bona fide company director, a member of Britain's upper-middle class.

A family like this had even less reason to take on the responsibility of raising a child just for a small subsidy.

In other words, the very act of raising Harry was a testament to them fulfilling their duty.

As for the rest, like their personalities, Dolly could only say that no one is perfect.

Besides, she was just an 11-year-old child. She couldn't possibly lecture her own parents and expect them to treat Harry as their own flesh and blood.

This was precisely what was giving Dolly a headache now.

She was supposed to be showing her "charm" to Harry, and instead, Vernon had just demonstrated what emotional abuse looked like right in front of him.

As Harry was about to disappear from her sight, Dolly saw him glance up at her.

Though his eyes flinched slightly, the anger and dissatisfaction at the bottom of them couldn't be hidden.

Harry was, after all, a natural-born Gryffindor. Making him submit completely was nearly impossible.

What's more, it wouldn't be long before Harry would enter Hogwarts and become a wizard.

All of this pushed Dolly to realize that she had to make a change.

However, the matter wasn't urgent. She had to find a balance between displaying her own charm and getting her parents to accept Harry.

This wasn't something she could achieve through wishful thinking. After all, the head of this household was still Vernon; she was ultimately just a kid.

Soon, the three of them were sitting around the dining table.

The atmosphere returned to the light-hearted chatter from before. Looking at the mountain of food piled on the table, Dolly felt a wave of nausea.

Although she was truly hungry, her dietary habits from her past life persisted.

A good breakfast should supplement high-quality protein and carbohydrates. What kind of well-behaved child stuffs themselves with bacon and cured sausages first thing in the morning?

Seeing Dolly's lack of appetite, Vernon and Petunia's expressions soured again.

Vernon tried to comfort her, saying, "My dear, don't think about that boy."

"We've prepared wonderful presents for you, and you have a party tonight. It's a wonderful day, isn't it!"

"That's right, Dolly. Let's eat up and then go open your presents. You'll be very happy," Petunia chimed in, passing a large pile of meat products and potato pancakes soaked in honey to Dolly.

Dolly finally spoke, with some difficulty. "Dad, Mum."

"Actually, I want to lose some weight."

Vernon and Petunia's faces changed. They looked at Dolly as if she were an alien.

Vernon asked nervously, "My child, did someone say something to you?"

"You're not fat at all! You have your own kind of beauty!"

"Look at me! Didn't I win your mother's love? Be confident! Don't worry about what others think!"

Petunia quickly added, "Is it that your clothes don't fit? I'll take you to buy some new ones later."

Dolly shook her head quickly, trying to think of a reason.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up. "Dad, you've misunderstood."

"I just feel that I should learn from Mum and become a perfect woman like her."

"While you're very handsome, Dad, and I used to want to be like you, you're a man, and I'm a girl."

The logic was simply flawless.

Her age of 11, combined with a newly awakened gender consciousness, plus the affirmation and love for both her parents, made Vernon and Petunia feel as if they were drunk on happiness.

Vernon looked at his wife with admiration. "That's right, Dolly! You're absolutely right!"

"My wife is the most beautiful woman. You should indeed learn from her!"

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