"What... how do they know?!" Vernon collapsed onto the floor.
"They're wizards. They have those disgusting spells..." Petunia froze, the tongs slipping from her hands and clattering to the ground. She sat down heavily. "What do we do?"
"We threaten them!" Vernon suddenly shouted, inspiration striking. "If they don't fix this, we report them! Expose them to everyone! Didn't you hear them say not to expose them? That means they're scared!"
"Yes, and they also said they have ways to stop us," Petunia stared at him as if he were brainless. "How do you expect they won't use magic on us?"
"What's with that look?!" Vernon roared. "This is all your fault!"
"My... fault?" Petunia snapped back.
"If it weren't for your dead sister, none of this would have anything to do with me!" Vernon spat.
"If it weren't for the money your dead sister brought-money you used to bribe your way up the company-you wouldn't be where you are today!" Petunia shrieked.
...
"Fighting like dogs. Quite entertaining."
Morin set down his empty bowl, nodding with satisfaction.
"A vivid metaphor," Dumbledore said, placing his own bowl aside. "Thank you for the wonderful breakfast. I think I shall miss it."
"You're welcome anytime." Morin gestured toward the glass door. "That's an all-purpose gym. Equipment for every need, with professional guidance. The training system is built on years of scientific accumulation. Much better than guessing exercises on your own."
"Oh?" Dumbledore's interest was immediate.
"Of course. You can experience it yourself." Morin snapped his fingers.
The scene beyond the glass shifted.
"Incredible. A double Undetectable Extension Charm?" Dumbledore's eyes widened slightly. "Did you make this as well?"
"Just some small tricks," Morin replied.
"These are hardly small," Dumbledore said, stepping through the glass door. One wall revealed itself to be a one-way mirror.
On the other side, Harry was running on a treadmill, panting heavily.
"It's a one-way mirror," Morin explained. "You can see him. He can't see or hear us. Useful for observation."
"I don't feel any magic," Dumbledore said, touching the surface.
"It's a Muggle invention. Pure physics. Not widely used yet," Morin said calmly. "I bought a sample and replicated it."
"I truly am old," Dumbledore said softly, his gaze shifting to the silver robot standing by. "Is that also Muggle-made?"
"Yes. An accidental creation from a laboratory I acquired and modified," Morin said without hesitation. "The world moves forward. If you don't keep up, you're left behind. I don't intend to be. And neither do you."
"In the past, I would have said the future belongs to the young," Dumbledore said slowly, feeling the vitality in his body. "But now... I find that difficult to say. My appetite, my spirit, my energy-even my desires-are growing."
"No one doesn't fear death," Morin said, watching Harry through the mirror. "Yet it's unavoidable. No one knows what comes after. So people live for now, leaving behind children, achievements, proof they existed. It's instinct. When you see hope again, you naturally refuse to fade quietly."
Dumbledore paused. "Those words... who said them?"
"I did," Morin replied.
Dumbledore studied him, blue eyes sharp with curiosity. "It's rare to hear such words from someone so young."
"Looking young is always a good thing," Morin said.
"Oh." Dumbledore fell silent. "I see."
...
Harry felt like he was going to die.
For most of his life, he hadn't even walked a hundred steps a day.
He wasn't fat because he barely ate. He supposed he should thank Vernon and Petunia for that.
So being this exhausted from what wasn't even intense exercise made sense.
I just don't want to disappoint Mr. Morin...
Gritting his teeth, Harry kept running.
"Inhale. Exhale. In. Out." The silver robot adjusted his rhythm, monitoring his vitals. Only after he reached the target did it stop him. "Good. You may rest. Follow me."
"O-okay..." Harry felt lightheaded as he followed it toward a container resembling a bathtub.
"What's this?" he asked. "A bath?"
"This is a semi-open bio-repair pod," the robot replied. "It rapidly restores your physical condition, reducing post-exercise fatigue and maximizing gains. It also includes a cleaning function. Please remove your clothes and enter."
...
"This fighting is pointless," Petunia said at last, forcing herself to calm down. "You know we can't escape this. That lawyer won't let us go. To solve this, we must do what the letter says. Ask... ask for Harry's forgiveness."
"Forgiveness?" Vernon turned purple, clutching his chest. "From that brat?!"
"What choice do we have?" Petunia snapped. "Tell me! If we lose, the house, everything-it's gone!"
"It's mine!" Vernon roared. "Mine! No one takes what's mine! I won't apologize. Never! That Morin is young. Probably some rich kid with no real skill. If he wants to sue, let him. I'll hire the best lawyer in England!"
...
"Oh, one more thing," Dumbledore said. "The students' letters arrive tomorrow. School begins September first. Would you like to go early, or go with Harry? Students take the train, but teachers can use the Floo Network to Professor McGonagall's office. I can arrange a connection if you need one."
"I won't go with him," Morin said. "Just open a connection for me. I don't want people thinking we have a special relationship. That causes misunderstandings."
"Very professional," Dumbledore nodded. "And Harry's supplies?"
"Once the letter arrives, I'll take him," Morin said. "I also want to see which wand suits him. And exchange some wand-making ideas with Mr. Ollivander."
"Then be prepared," Dumbledore said with a wink. "I doubt he'll take the stimulation well."
"I'll be careful." Morin paused. "Before you leave, could you check the owlery for my owl? If it's still fooling around, tell it not to bother coming back."
Morin's snowy owl-the one that looked cold and villainous but was actually a cheerful idiot-hadn't returned after delivering the letter.
He didn't even need an owl.
But he paid for it.
The food was good. The treatment was excellent.
So why run off?
Then Morin remembered.
Muxue was male. Adult. Free. No cages in the Hogwarts owlery.
Morin understood.
Was the bird caught in a honey trap?
"He's made many new friends," Dumbledore laughed. "I suspect he'll return with Harry's acceptance letter."
"That would be appreciated," Morin said.
They left the glass door. At that moment, Petunia and Vernon's muted argument reached them-one through magic, the other through superior hearing.
"It seems they don't intend to follow my advice," Dumbledore sighed.
"They still have hope," Morin said mildly. "That's good. It means I can play a little longer."
"Mr. Morin," Dumbledore warned, "the Ministry forbids magic against Muggles."
"My law license is real," Morin said. "I merely expedited the process. My understanding of Muggle law is more than sufficient to be a top-tier lawyer."
"Excellent," Dumbledore said. "Then the Dursleys will learn again the cost of recklessness. Thank you for your hospitality."
With that, he Disapparated.
Morin turned back just as Harry stepped out of the glass door, looking refreshed.
"How do you feel?" Morin asked.
"It's... incredible," Harry said. "I thought I was dying while running, but after that pod, I don't feel tired at all."
"Very good," Morin said, smiling.
Harry shivered.
Something felt wrong.
His body was fine.
So what came next?
Morin answered him.
"Since you're recovered, eat first. After digestion, we'll begin today's formal training."
Harry froze.
That was just the beginning?!
Still... digestion time meant rest.
After Harry ate until he was full and lay back-
"Exercise after eating is bad," Morin said calmly. "But lying down is also bad. You'll get fat."
He took out a book.
"So," Morin continued, "why not memorize some books?"
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