Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 126 The Abnormal Uncle Vernon

For the vast majority of little wizards from wizarding families, Hogwarts, the summer vacation time is very wonderful. At home, they don’t have to think about those boring magic courses, sleep in until noon every day, and after lunch, start from the broom Take out the broom in the shed, fly freely on the lawn around the house, and enjoy the pleasant holiday time to the fullest.

The homework assigned by the professors in the school will not cause them too much trouble, because their father and brother both graduated from that school with passing grades, and it is a breeze to guide the little wizard to complete the vacation homework.

In addition, all wizarding families who are reasonably well-off will take their children to visit places of interest in the magic world during the summer vacation to increase their knowledge.

Harry salivated at such a life, because by comparison, life with the Dursleys was terrible.

Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and their son Dudley are Harry's only relatives in the world, but if given a choice, Harry would rather not have such a large family of relatives, and would rather grow up in an orphanage, Harry wasn't ashamed of what he thought, after all, the orphanage wouldn't let him live in the utility room under the stairs for years, would it?
Their mutual distaste culminated in Harry's admission to the great wizarding school on his 11th birthday.

In Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Witchcraft, the little wizard Harry hates the most is undoubtedly Draco Malfoy from Slytherin School. That family is the most distinctive in the wizarding world, and hates Muggle or half-blood wizards. , while Uncle Vernon and the others are completely opposite. Their attitude towards magic is like that of people in the Middle Ages, wishing to send all people or things related to magic to the gallows.

On many nights when he had to hide under the covers and finish his summer homework with a flashlight, Harry imagined how interesting the Dursleys would be if they ran into the Malfoys.

Of course, this was nothing more than Harry's fantasy. Under normal circumstances, it was impossible for the two families to meet each other.

Today is Saturday, because of the dissertation on the shrinking potion assigned by the most annoying professor in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Wizardry, Harry almost stayed up all night last night, and this directly led to the oversleeping. He had been unfortunate enough to have missed the normal breakfast time for the Dursleys.

When Harry walked hurriedly to the kitchen table downstairs, he found only a few empty oil plates on the table, and Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley were watching TV around the table.
This was not surprising at all, it was wishful thinking where Dudley was present and there was something to eat after getting up late.

Seeing Harry standing at the top of the stairs, his expression was not very happy, and Dudley, who was almost fat and a young whale with a pinch of golden hair on his head, proudly showing off the cream cake in his hand, his fat and sausage The cream smeared around the lips almost resembled Uncle Vernon's bushy mustache.

"Well, I had a nightmare last night, so-"

Puchi-
Dudley sprayed a splash of cream, and his broad shoulders, which were as thick as a city wall, were shaking. However, Aunt Petunia, who was holding a horse face, poked her darling under the table strangely to stop him from laughing at Harry's Behavior.

And Uncle Vernon, who loves to snarl Harry, didn't yell loudly that he is a bad bastard who doesn't know how to be grateful. Instead, he pointed his short, purple finger at the kitchen counter,
"There's some bread and fried eggs left for you, boy--"

When he said this, Vernon panted heavily, and his huge body, which was better than Dudley's, shrugged, as if trying to suppress his anger.

"okay!"

Harry looked at the dry slices of bread and said, he knew that Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia must have paid a high price to keep this little thing from Dudley's mouth. The latest gaming computer or remote-controlled airplane or something, just like the brand-new color TV hanging on the wall in the kitchen now.

In fact, if it had been last summer, his jaw would have dropped in shock at the little kindness shown by the Dursleys.

The reason for such an understatement is that their unreasonable performance has been going on for two weeks.

At first, Harry thought it was because they were in a particularly good mood during this time—the first week of summer vacation, Uncle Vernon's company sent him a new car, and they parked it in the Talk loudly in the garden so that the neighbors on Privet Drive can hear, so that they can enjoy the envy of others.

But later, Harry could confirm that the truth of the matter would not be like this, because according to Harry's many years of experience, no matter how much celebration the Dursleys had, they would not treat him well for more than two days.

Dudley turned his head to face the TV screen, but his ears did perk up.

And Harry sat where he usually sat, munching on a slice of bread in silence, pretending not to notice the eye contact between Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia.

What are they planning.
Harry was keenly aware of this, but he made up his mind not to say a word, and to finish his breakfast as quickly as possible, because he was not sure whether what was about to happen would have a good outcome, and if it turned out badly, He angered the Dursleys, so it is very likely that Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia will not give him a crumb for a while before he starves to death. After entering Hogwarts There have been many precedents for this before——
"How are you doing, boy!"

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia seemed to have reached a consensus. In the end, it was Uncle Vernon who spoke, but he seemed to feel extremely ashamed of what he was about to say. Every time he uttered a syllable, his shoulders trembled violently
Harry's body tensed up suddenly, and he had a premonition that he was about to figure out what he had been puzzling over for a while.

Uncle Vernon's question was endless, and Harry was stunned for a few seconds before he roughly guessed what Uncle Vernon was talking about, and then his emerald green eyes widened in shock.

If there is any taboo that must not be touched in this house, then it is undoubtedly talking about everything related to magic. In the past, Harry often accidentally touched this taboo and took the initiative to discuss it. This Harry even wanted to pinch his own cheek to see if he was still dreaming.

"You mean in. Hogg um...!"

Harry was about to blurt out subconsciously, but when he saw Uncle Vernon's red face suddenly turning purple, and the skinny Aunt Petunia about to pierce her shoulder blades, he immediately realized his mistake, and quickly changed to another one. The words that don't irritate his nerves so much,
"Learned something, well, I'm only in the third grade after the summer vacation, so there are still many things I don't understand—"

The kitchen suddenly fell into a strange silence. Dudley tried his best to appear as if he didn't care about this topic, but his ears as high as antennas betrayed his true thoughts, and Aunt Petunia and Aunt Petunia both He stared blankly at the oily plates on the dining table, his face was very gloomy.

Uncle Vernon, on the other hand, clenched his two sandbag-sized fists tightly on the table, desperately trying to digest the shame that this brought him.

This weird scene was horrifying, and Harry even felt that it didn't matter if he was hungry for a few days, as long as he could get rid of this situation as soon as possible.

But deep down, Harry was eager to know why Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, who hated magic so much, talked to him about magic for the first time?

"Huh—boy—"

Finally Uncle Vernon spoke again, but his question made Harry fall into deeper doubts,

"--You guys, is there a way to treat people?"













(End of this chapter)