Fox Demon: Heaven rewards diligence; I will eventually achieve divine mastery of martial arts.

No matter how much Uncle Vernon pushed him, Hagrid remained completely still.

Harry Potter stared at Hagrid, pondering the veracity of his words.

Suddenly, he remembered something.

"Are you from Hogwarts?"

"Hoo ho."

Hagrid was overjoyed that Harry Potter had guessed his identity.

"I knew it, you would definitely be able to guess, just like your parents, so smart."

Seeing that the other party admitted it, Harry Potter's doubts lessened considerably.

According to his master, magic truly exists in this world, which explains everything that is difficult to understand.

But Hagrid's next words piqued his interest.

"My parents?"

Harry Potter was very interested in this.

In the Dursleys' household, his parents were always a taboo subject, and every time they were mentioned, the atmosphere became strange.

It will eventually end with Aunt Penny's shrill roar, with something like "they both died in a car accident."

When I was little, it was fine; I didn't think anything of it.

But the more I think about it as I grow older, the stranger it seems; there are many things that don't make sense.

However, the Dursleys were unwilling to say more, and he didn't intend to ask any further; there was no need to create any unpleasantness.

But now, the truth he had been seeking seemed to be right in front of him, and his suppressed curiosity rose once again.

"Of course, Lily and James were the most outstanding wizards back then, and they were also the student council presidents for the boys and girls respectively at Hogwarts."

Listening to this kind stranger talk about his parents, whom he had never met and for whom he had little memory, he felt astonished.

A strange feeling was spreading through Harry Potter's heart.

"Don't say it! Get out of here!"

"All wizards are completely fictitious."

Uncle Vernon was still trying to sway the crowd and divert the topic from this unpleasant discussion.

Aunt Penny and Dudley, who were sleeping in the room, came out when they heard the commotion.

Upon seeing Hagrid, who was tall and dressed rather strangely, Aunt Petunia immediately thought of something and turned pale.

Then she quickly joined her husband in trying to drive Hagrid out.

As for Dudley, he secretly reached for his baseball bat, seemingly reluctant to see his new bat scratched.

Looking at the noisy family, Harry Potter, after a moment of silence, spoke up.

"Uncle, Aunt, I want to hear what he has to say."

"Get back to your closet! You have no right to speak in this house!"

Because of Hagrid's intrusion, Uncle Vernon, already enraged, roared at Harry Potter with his face turning as purple as an eggplant.

"What right do you have to treat Lily and James's child like this?"

Hagrid immediately stated his position, staring intently and seriously at Uncle Vernon.

"Because this guy grew up in our family, not like you freaks."

"boom!"

At this time.

A low, muffled sound rang out.

It instantly quieted the noisy house down.

Harry Potter stood by the stairs, slowly pulling his arm out from behind the partition separating the closet.

Although the material and hardness of the neighboring building are not as good as reinforced concrete.

However, it's not something an ordinary person could punch through.

The Dursleys stared in disbelief at what they saw.

No one expected that Harry Potter, who was usually harmless, had such great power.

"I said, I want to hear what he has to say, is there a problem?"

Harry Potter lowered his eyes, and his voice became somewhat cold.

For over a year, he had been constantly lurking in the shadows, experiencing countless battles, and had already lost many of his men.

Now, behind that seemingly gentle and unassuming mask, the aura emanating from him is something that ordinary people cannot resist.

Especially those dark and deep eyes, indifferent and cold, sent chills down one's spine.

Uncle Vernon, who had originally wanted to speak, looked at the unfamiliar Harley Potter and couldn't utter a word.

He hesitated, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

In the end, he only muttered something like "freak" before urging Dudley and Aunt Penny upstairs.

As Dudley passed by Harry Potter, he tried to secretly poke him with his baseball bat, attempting to prove that the guy wasn't so scary after all.

However, the baseball bat in his hand was taken away by Harry Potter and bent in front of him.

Even when Dali cried, he cried very quietly and was dragged back to his room.

Seeing Harry Potter quickly take control of the entire situation.

Hagrid's bearded face was filled with astonishment.

It seems they never expected a child of ten years old to perform like this.

What bothered him even more was the indifference that Harry Potter sometimes inadvertently revealed between his brows.

That's not the kind of expression a child of that age should have.

He's more like a seasoned killer.

They resembled Aurors from the Ministry of Magic, or perhaps some Death Eaters.

Upon thinking of those two names, Hagrid subconsciously shook his head, as if trying to shake such unrealistic thoughts out of his mind.

How did a child of about ten years old come up with this idea?

Even Voldemort at that age wouldn't have acted like this.

At least he wasn't that bad back at Hogwarts.

"Now can you tell me more about my parents?"

"As you can see, there's basically no way I can find out for myself."

As Harry Potter spoke, he gestured for Hagrid to come to the living room, while he himself headed towards the kitchen to boil water for tea.

"Of course no problem."

Hagrid seemed quite happy as the topic returned to normal.

As he sat down in the living room, he reached into his very spacious pocket, large enough to fit a child.

"But before that, I have something to give you."

"It may not look very nice anymore, I hope you don't mind."

"Also, happy birthday, Harry."

As Hagrid spoke, he took out a flat box, which, when opened, revealed a large birthday cake.

Even though the shape is somewhat flattened, the fluorescent name on it is still very clear.

Happy birthday, Harry Potter.

Upon seeing these words, Harry Potter paused in his pouring of tea.

He is eleven years old this year.

So far, I recall receiving two blessings and gifts.

Both were gifts from Lin Yu.

But now, he has another one, from a stranger he just met.

Looking at the cake, Harry Potter's inner soft spot was touched.

He brought the tea to Hagrid and gently placed it down.

"Thank you for your birthday present. Come to think of it, I don't even know your name yet."

"Look at my memory."

Hagrid accepted the tea with a smile and patted his head.

“My name is Rubeus Hagrid. I am the Hogwarts key keeper and hunting ground keeper. You can just call me Hagrid.”

Are you familiar with my parents?