At the dining table.
Harry stared at the little boy sitting next to Molly, his spoon poking repeatedly at the rice in his bowl, rice nearly being mashed to a pulp, and he had forgotten to eat.
Competing with him for his sister.
Competing with him for his sister... What if he felt like beating someone up?
"Here, elder brother, have some meat!" Little Princess spotted him not eating and immediately scooped up a piece of meat from the plate, stretching her arm as far as she could, and dropped it into Harry's bowl.
"..." At the sight of the meat in his bowl, Harry's bun-like face, which had been scrunched up, suddenly relaxed.
Proudly lifting his head, see, his sister liked him the best after all.
But the very next second, Molly reached for a chicken leg, cheerfully placed it in the little boy's bowl, and cautioned, "You're too skinny, you need to eat more, eat as much as Little Princess so you can grow big!"
Harry: "..."
