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Grainne was about to refuse when Harry scrambled to reply first: "Very good! Mommy, Uncle William, I'm starving!" As he said that, he rubbed his small belly. As if wanting to prove that what he said was true, his small stomach immediately made a few rumbling sounds. The boy had been working all afternoon, now he was really hungry. Grainne didn't refuse anymore, and led Harry into Liam William's car, "What are we going to eat?" Harry excitedly said: "Mom, I want to eat spicy hot pot!" Grainne immediately protested: “No, didn't I say it last time? Spicy hot pot can only be eaten once a month.” "But Harry wants to eat..." Harry said, lowering his head sullenly. Liam William pulled out his phone

I felt even more like a potato in front of her. The man next to him was no stranger to me. He was none other than Harry Styles, an actor and celebrity known for lawsuits. He had become famous after a scandal involving his girlfriend, and I remember that this had been a time when he avoided following the lives of the famous, so I didn't know the reasons for so many controversies.

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Sophia nodded happily and started making her way out of the club. When the waiter came to collect their bill, he looked at Harry inquisitively. "This is all for me?" "Yeah," Harry answered. The waiter looked shocked. "But Mr. Potter-" "Harry is fine," Harry interjected, smiling at the waiter. The guy looked even more taken aback. "Right. Harry Potter sir." "Good night everyone," Harry said with a wave. "Good night," Sophia repeated, walking to catch up with him. They walked outside together in comfortable silence. Harry stopped and lit a cigarette as soon as they stepped outside of the restaurant. "How was it?" Sophia asked, knowing full well it wasn't just any restaurant. They were famous a

Harry opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. However, Jason did not stop there, and played Harry's account on other social software on the big screen. The comments were still obscene and obscene, and the earliest time could be traced back to five years ago. The most recent one was a month ago, when his account liked and commented on a lolita video on a restricted website in an island country. Harry saw his accounts being exposed one by one, and his initial shock and disbelief gradually turned into despair. However, he didn't know why this reporter could find these accounts related to him so accurately?

Raiden. We entered the store when the girl Raiden bribed for a date glared at me. Excuse me?! Excuse you! What did I do?! "She's got one hell of a competition, oopsies!" Ione whispered. This girl! "Shut up Ione!" I rolled my eyes for the nth time. "Guys, what's your avatar name?" Ione asked them. "Harry Styles." Harry said nonchalantly. "HAHHAHAA Really? The Harry Styles? What originality!" I bursted into laughter because of how creative he is, jeez! "You, Arthur?"

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“I’m sorry, but we don’t have any girl in this class with silver hair.” “Huh?” The word slipped out before I could stop it. I glanced back at John, then leaned forward. “My son—Harry, he’s in this class and he swears there’s a little girl with silver hair. He said she sits by the window and he even tried talking to her, but she wouldn’t respond.”

Then back at her. Absolutely not. Harry was my younger cousin. Twenty-three. Rich, reckless, and had the attention span of a goldfish. He’d been kicked out of two colleges for fighting, and last I heard he was “investing” in crypto by day and racing motorcycles by night. He flirted with anything that breathed and left a trail of crying girls behind him. And Shula, my Shula, who blushed at the word ‘virgin’, was practically vibrating at the sound of his name.

"Well, fortunately, Harry has no idea that wolves are actually people." Tbc