LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 29: Chapter 29: Dumby, I Am Your Brother
Harry was now certain.
Marge being mauled by her own dog
It had to be related to that owl.
And deep in his heart, he had a feeling.
That owl had come for him.
It had stood up for him.
Before long,
Harry arrived at the hospital rooftop.
Just as he expected
The owl was there too.
"Was it you helping me, buddy?"
Harry asked, a little excited.
He reached out, wanting to touch the owl.
But the owl wasn't having it.
It dodged him effortlessly.
That proud and aloof gaze
Made Harry feel a little awkward for a moment.
Oh.
So, not all animals are naturally friendly with humans, huh?
"Hehe."
"Anyway, I still have to thank you for standing up for me. It's been years since anyone has."
Harry sat down by himself, letting out a deep sigh.
He was genuinely grateful for the owl's help.
"I wonder if Marge will still dare to bully me in the future."
"If she does, I won't let her off easy either."
Harry clenched his small fists.
A faint surge of magic rippled around him.
"Owl buddy, look, I've been noticing something weird lately."
"I keep feeling strange waves inside my body, and sometimes, weird things happen."
"I have no idea what's causing it."
Harry had already started treating the owl as a confidant.
Letting out all the things he had bottled up over the years.
"I wonder if my brother is like me… being bullied somewhere."
"He probably isn't as lucky as I am to have met you."
"Sigh, if only my parents were still here."
"Then we could live together as a family, without having to watch other people's moods."
Harry sighed again.
Meanwhile, Charlie, perched beside him, was full of question marks in his head.
Me? Being bullied?
Does Voldemort know about this?
With fists the size of soup bowls
Wait, no
With my magic
I took him down…
Okay, fine, I ambushed him when he was already severely injured…
My dear little brother, you sure are sentimental.
Alright, enough messing with you.
"You think my brother is starving in an orphanage right now?"
Harry started imagining things all on his own.
"That's bullshit."
Suddenly
A voice rang out.
Harry jumped up in shock.
His head snapped around in all directions.
Sweat formed on his forehead.
No one?
Who was talking?
Am I hearing things?
"Look down. I'm right here."
Harry's heart skipped a beat.
He slowly lowered his gaze.
The voice had come from
The owl?!
Harry was completely dumbfounded.
The owl…
It had spoken.
Harry instinctively took a few steps back.
His eyes filled with fear as he looked at Charlie.
"Stop stepping back. If you keep going, you're gonna fall off."
Charlie yawned as he spoke.
His voice was strange
It wasn't coming from his owl throat.
It was his real voice, projected through magical waves.
"Y-You… What exactly are you?"
Harry's voice trembled.
His entire worldview was starting to collapse.
"I'm your brother."
Harry's eyebrows twitched.
If this owl weren't so strange and powerful,
He'd pluck all its feathers to teach it a lesson for talking nonsense.
"I'm not lying, little brother."
"You have a lightning-shaped scar on your forehead."
"And on your left thigh, there's another scar."
Charlie chuckled playfully.
That scar
Harry had gotten it when he was around one year old.
He had been avoiding Charlie, bumped into a table,
And a pair of scissors fell, cutting his thigh.
"You! How do you know that?"
Harry was shaken.
Almost no one knew about that scar.
His pupils dilated.
His eyes filled with disbelief.
"Your father's name was James, your mother's name was Lily."
"You must've heard this from your aunt."
Harry felt like he had been struck by lightning.
His breathing became heavy.
His gaze toward Charlie was extremely complicated.
Confusion.
Terror.
My brother?
No wonder I felt such a strange familiarity.
Could it be true?
Has my brother finally come for me?
Am I not alone anymore?
Harry's mind was in turmoil.
Seconds turned into minutes.
He stayed silent for over half an hour.
Slowly, his emotions settled.
He began to accept it.
Began to believe.
And then
As if he had just realized something
He suddenly burst into tears.
"Brother, why did you turn into an owl?!"
"What happened to you? Why are you like this?"
"If I had known, I would've come looking for you sooner! Whatever happened, we could've faced it together as a family!"
Harry sobbed in pain.
Charlie's face darkened.
"Shut up!"
He had had enough. Charlie snapped at him.
For some reason, Harry instinctively stood at attention.
Even he didn't understand why.
What he didn't realize was
Even as a baby, he had already been terrified of Charlie.
It was a fear imprinted in his soul and bloodline.
"I came to find you for a few reasons. First, I wanted to see how you were doing. I know life has been hard for you."
"Second, there are some things you should start learning about."
"And third, one day, you'll come find me at the orphanage."
Harry nodded frantically.
That sharp command earlier
He still hadn't recovered from it.
"Do you know why strange things have been happening to you lately?"
Harry shook his head.
"That's because… you're a wizard."
Charlie's voice slowed down.
Harry's pupils shrank.
His breathing grew rapid.
A wizard?
"Our parents were wizards too, powerful ones."
"You're too weak right now. You need to grow stronger, fast."
"I don't have the time to stay around you forever. When you get the chance, come find me at Sunny Orphanage. Just ask for Charlie, and they'll know."
Charlie said calmly.
Harry, sitting obediently beside him, nodded repeatedly.
Then he fell into deep thought.
A wizard…?