The Rise of the Muggles at Hogwarts

Chapter 210 Magic...killed my ordinary life (5)

June [-]st.

In this holiday that belongs to children around the world, Hogwarts is on holiday...

Well - for the little wizard, this may be the best gift!

On the train back on the train, Hermione even talked about it jokingly. You must know that there is no such holiday as Children's Day in the wizarding world. I can only say that this year is indeed a coincidence.

Anthony, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George and Ginny occupied a separate box.They made the most of the last few hours they were allowed to use magic before the holidays.Played with all kinds of magic gadgets.Like an explosive card.

Fred and George's last few hard-drawn fireworks were set off, and each other practiced magical disarming of each other's weapons.Harry was very skilled at doing the disarming spell now.

Finally, amid laughter, the train pulled into King's Cross Station in London.

The few people who met had agreed to send letters to each other during the holidays, and then they joined the flow of people and slowly walked towards the enchanted partition wall.

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In many ways, students love summer vacation.

Anthony didn't want to be the exception, but from the third day he returned home, he couldn't help but go crazy.

He couldn't go anywhere except the huge palace, and he was so bored that he exploded.

I don't know if it was the fast-talking guy who told the Queen about his return to Buckingham Palace during the London attack. It was obvious that as soon as he arrived at Buckingham Palace, his back foot was grounded.

Anthony's whole body collapsed when he thought that there were still three months of this boring life.

He even started doing homework out of boredom.

After spending a few days and comparing it with the textbooks, Anthony had almost finished writing several papers for the summer vacation.

Next, Anthony, who had nothing to do, began to send letters to various friends.

To find Harry, just call directly.

Strangely enough, it was Harry himself who answered the phone...

At the Dursleys, it was a miracle that Harry could even touch the phone.

On the other end of the phone, Harry complained to him crazily, wondering why he still lived at his aunt's house. He obviously had other relatives, and he should move in with Sirius - something like that.

It's really hard for Anthony to explain these things. It can't be said that Harry, a certain curse on you needs to be recharged, and you have to live with your blood relatives for a period of time every year to recharge?

However, although Harry kept complaining to him, it was obvious that his family status in the Dursley family seemed much more normal this time.

Although Aunt Petunia was still cold to her, she treated him as a normal family member.Don't think about it like before, either treat him as a slave or just ignore him.

Harry didn't know the reason.

But the answer came in another phone chat a few days later. Harry revealed to him that the sudden change in the Dursleys seemed to be related to the last time Anthony visited his home.

After learning that Harry's friend turned out to be a British prince, Petunia seemed to have many thoughts that she shouldn't have...

They even got rid of Harry and invited Anthony to their home.

???

Anthony's face twitched when he heard the news. He was probably convinced that the family was simply cheap.

Recall what I said the last time I visited their home - although I didn't point at my nose and yell, it couldn't be said to be anything nice!

Why!Anthony, who was silent for a long time, could only sigh, this damn class society is really a man-eating evil spirit.

It could actually bring about such a huge change in that family.

It's a pity, it's really difficult to rely on him to complete the class leap...

Just because he is still grounded, he has so much ability.

However, what Anthony didn't expect was that Harry would come to accompany him soon.

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Someday in late June.

Harry was in a deep sleep.

He was too tired last night.Stay up late doing homework with a flashlight.Of course, what really tortured him was not these, but his forehead...

It had never hurt that much.

In a daze, he even heard the maniacal laughter of a man and that he was in a hidden bunker.

Harry guessed that he must be sick, otherwise, why would his forehead hurt so much!

If only she were still at school at this time, Madam Pomfrey would definitely know what was wrong with her.

Harry woke up dizzy with a headache.

Early in the morning, Aunt Maggie's voice, a sharp and harsh scream, sounded downstairs, and of course Harry was woken up.

"Harry!"

Just when he was about to plug his ears and continue to sleep for a while, there were rapid footsteps on the stairs outside the door, followed by Aunt Petunia's voice.

"Bang bang bang."

Before Harry could think anything, he was interrupted by a rapid knock on the door.

"Here we come." Harry stood up reluctantly, walked tremblingly to the door, and opened it.

"Comb your hair!" The moment the door opened, Aunt Petunia paused obviously, then came back to her senses and said calmly.

"Oh!"

Harry had just climbed out of bed. His face was covered with long black hair. He hadn't cut his hair in two months. The hairstyle was neither long nor short, and he looked very sloppy.

"Come on, you should go downstairs to meet the guests now, don't look uneducated."

After speaking, Aunt Petunia turned around and went downstairs.

This was what Harry heard before he could react. There was an unpleasant sound coming from downstairs, as if he was choking after eating too much: "Oh! Where's my lovely Dudley?"

"Where is he?"

Maggie...

She is coming?

Hearing the sound, Harry's face clearly showed an expression of extreme disgust.Maggie is Uncle Vernon's sister. She comes to stay with her brother for a few days every summer vacation.

Some will only stay for one day and then leave after dinner, while others will stay for several days.

Harry disliked that woman very much.

Harry silently returned to his room, and after groping for a long time on the bed, Harry found his wand from the inside edge.

Originally, Harry planned to recite a magic spell, which was taught to him by Anthony, and allowed him to change his hairstyle as he wished.I heard that he was too lazy to fix his hair, so he found this magic in the library.

The effect is very good.

Other than the fact that the hairstyle is very old, don’t try to create any new hairstyle.

However, for students, as long as it is not messy, there are so many requirements.

When Harry was about to recite the spell, he suddenly woke up. He was not at school. Strictly speaking, little wizards were not allowed to use magic outside of school.

"It's really troublesome!" Harry complained, grabbed the water glass on the table, and when he got a few strands of water on his fingers, he scratched at his head!

It took a lot of effort to suppress a few strands of hair that had suddenly risen.

Then Harry wandered into the living room.

The moment he walked out of the corridor, he saw the disgusting woman at a glance.

Maggie looked very much like Uncle Vernon, very strong, with a purple face, and even a beard growing around the corners of her mouth. Of course, it was not as thick as Uncle Vernon.

At her feet lay a large suitcase, and nestled beside it was a ferocious old wolfhound.

She doesn't want to live here for a few days, does she?

Harry guessed worriedly.

"Why is he still living here?" The moment she saw Harry, Maggie's smile turned cold. She looked at Vernon reproachfully and said, "You are really a kind person."

"Let me tell you, these motherless wild children should be sent directly to the church and repent to God for their two useless parents."

"Ahem, do you want tea?" Vernon quickly interrupted with a smile, "Black tea, or green tea. Or coffee?"

"Hmph! You still have some conscience and know how to take care of your own family." Maggie snorted coldly, ignored the tea Vernon handed over, and got up and walked upstairs.

Harry looked at the annoying figure coldly, then silently picked up the suitcase and moved it into the empty room upstairs.

Then he went straight back to his room.

To give her a reason not to blow Maggie's head off would be to keep out of sight.

After hiding in the room for more than half an hour, Harry returned to the restaurant.

Is fruit cake for breakfast?

Harry saw Maggie and Dudley eating fruitcake around the dining table.

However, he still has some self-awareness, until that kind of thing has nothing to do with him.

Then he walked briskly into the restaurant and took two slices of bread from the edge of the table that had been there for who knows how long.

"It's not your fault that the child is like this, Vernon."

Harry was about to go to his room and stepped on the stairs with his right foot when suddenly Maggie's strange voice came to his ears.

“If something is rotten from within, no one can save it.”

"It's the way it is with everything," she said. "It's genetics."

"If the bitch itself has problems, then the babies she gives birth to will also..."

"enough!"

boom!With a bang, the tea cup in Maggie's hand exploded, and glass fragments flew in all directions.

"Maggie? Maggie? Are you okay!" Vernon screamed.

"Oh! It's okay, maybe I used it too much." Perhaps to divert attention, Maggie locked her eyes on Harry again.

"What are you doing there? You're not stealing, are you?" Maggie said sarcastically: "Just like your dead parents, you live secretly and then die funny."

"You!" Harry was furious. He stared at Petunia with his green eyes, as if he wanted to eat her alive!

"Wait!" Vernon noticed that the situation was not good, and quickly turned back to Harry and said, "Go to your room."

"Wait, Vernon, your education is not enough. You have to punish her, just like training a dog." Maggie continued chattering.

"Stop talking!" Aunt Petunia suddenly shouted in panic.

There was a flash of anger in her eyes.

He looked at Harry even more shocked.

At this time, Harry's whole body was exuding a light flow of air, and his hair that had been smoothed down grew again!

"You..." Suddenly Maggie stopped talking.

Her neck seemed to be tightly locked by something invisible.Then a huge force lifted her up directly.

"Woo~~~" Maggie, with a purple complexion, struggled with her feet, and the table, chair, and even the old wolf dog were all kicked to the wall by her kick.

"Maggie!" Vernon yelled loudly.

He grabbed Maggie's feet vigorously, as if trying to drag her down.

But instead of alleviating her pain, this only aggravated her suffocation. During the struggle, Vernon was kicked away.

"Bang~!!!"

The tableware and the table next to her were knocked over to the ground. Maggie's figure became taller and taller, her face became paler and whiter, her mouth was filled with white disgusting mucus, and her eyes kept rolling upward.

"She's going to die! Harry stop it!" Aunt Petunia screamed loudly.

As if he finally realized that he was killing someone, the magic around Harry suddenly shook, and then released Maggie's control.

"You murderer, does your school train executioners?" Vernon rushed towards Harry, grabbed his collar and wanted to beat her.

Harry came to his senses and instinctively drew out his wand and pointed it at Vernon.

"She deserves it," Harry said.

His breathing was very rapid. "I didn't want to kill her, I just wanted to teach her a lesson. You should be glad that my godfather is not here!"

"you..."

Vernon stared, speechless. He looked at the wand in Harry's hand. For a moment, the indifferent scene on her body really frightened him.

Moreover, they had met the man who claimed to be Harry's godfather. He had visited their home some time ago and said that Harry would stay at their home for a while during the summer vacation.

Then there were all kinds of threats, and in short they were very unhappy.

The scene suddenly fell into silence.

Vernon let go of Harry angrily, turned around and ran to check on Maggie's condition.Aunt Petunia was a little at a loss. She instinctively protected Dudley behind her, then looked at Harry warily and began to pick up the broken dishes at her feet.

"This is?"

Penny suddenly noticed something seemed to be pressed under the pile of broken dishes at her feet.

Those are two photos.

A couple, the two of them are holding their children.

The other is a photo of two girls.One has fiery red hair, the other has light blond hair, and the blond girl seems to be a little reluctant to take pictures. In the photo, she is staring at the other girl 'viciously'.

"This is it?" She picked up the two photos blankly.

Suddenly, time seemed to return to 1977.

Her abnormal sister suddenly insisted on pulling her to take a photo one day during the summer vacation.

I heard that in the photos of the magical world, the characters all move.

But Petunia didn't like having anything to do with that world, and she didn't want to go there at all.

But her parents were really interested.

As a last resort, she had no choice but to reluctantly take two photos with her mentally disturbed sister.

One for my sister and one for her.But when she got home and discovered that the characters actually moved, she tore it up.

She was scolded by her mother for this.

But in the end, her sister used her 'magic magic' to restore the photo.

Although she didn't want to, she kept the photo.

Afterwards, she married Vernon, and for many years she tried hard to be a Dursley and avoid talking about her sister.

Although she has always felt a little guilty in her heart for breaking off the relationship with her sister.

Because she knew very well in her heart that Lily had always loved her.

But she just didn't want to admit it, she didn't want to admit her resentment and jealousy, she didn't want to admit that she was far more mediocre than her sister, she didn't want to admit magic and anything related to it.

Until, October 1981, 10.

That morning, Penny woke up early. Her son was just over a year old and she had to get up early every day to feed the child.

The life of a housewife is very boring, and her thoughts will drift away as soon as she sits down.

She suddenly remembered that her sister seemed to be married, and recalled that she had sent herself a letter in July, and her son was born.

Thinking of that photo she had kept for so many years.

Only that morning, when she finally found the photo, she found that the photo had been torn in two, and the laughing figure could no longer move.

That day... was the day Lily died.

...

"Give it back to me." Harry stepped forward and said coldly.

Aunt Petunia didn't seem to hear Harry's voice. She stared blankly at the photo in her hand.It seemed like something was growing in her eyes.

"Give it back!" Harry repeated.He carried that photo with him, it was given to him by Sirius, and it was one of the few memories his parents left for him.

"No...I..." Aunt Petunia said with a trembling voice, but her eyes were still looking at the photo in her hand.

After a long time, Aunt Petunia finally came to her senses.

Harry swore he had never seen Aunt Petunia look like that.

Guilt, unwillingness, remorse, anger.All kinds of emotions kept surging in her eyes.

Scared, sad, sad.

Her tears couldn't stop flowing out.

Harry had never seen his aunt cry, and this was the first time he had seen Aunt Petunia cry.

"Do you think you just lost your mother that night in Godric's Hollow?"

"Potter!!"

Suddenly out of the sadness was born a suppressed anger.

Decades of accumulated emotions suddenly erupted, and she rushed towards Harry, staring into his eyes.Staring into his green eyes that were identical to his sister's.

"You are exactly like your father who only shows off himself. Like a clown, showing off his little tricks in front of me!"

"And that damn boy from Cokeworth. He's the one who took my sister from me!"

"Magic! Magic!! Magic!!! Damn magic destroyed our family!"

"Bloody magic killed my sister," Aunt Petunia growled angrily.

Harry was stunned by the sudden roar, and a trace of panic and confusion flashed in his eyes.But Petunia's accusation was not over. She still shouted loudly, "I hate you, all of you! Damn it, Potter killed my sister!"

"Killed my sister!!!"

"Ugh~ah!"

Aunt Petunia knelt down next to Harry, her heart-wrenching cries echoing throughout the house, her voice filled with deep, unbreakable grief.

The sudden cry startled Vernon. She had never seen her wife so sad before.

For a moment, he was in a dilemma, not knowing whether to take care of his sister or comfort his wife.