Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

'Hey! '

'Boom~'

The short-term charged slap almost knocked Harry's soul away.

Dudley kept his strength, but this guy was like that horse or something, a slap in the face would make a big hole in the tin bucket, and even an adult would roll his eyes and faint when he slapped him.

"Aw~ ow ow ow~ it hurts!"

Harry, who rubbed his back against the sofa back and forth, twitched his toes. When he was hit by such a blow when he was unprepared, he burst into tears.

"Die, Dudley! Why did you hit me all of a sudden!"

Grinning his teeth, Harry wiped away the painful tears from the corners of his eyes, and glared at the instigator beside him.

"Didn't I see that you are suddenly stupid! This slap can drive away evil spirits, what kind of devil Satan, just slap him."

"Go, go, go." Kicking and kicking Dudley aside, Harry rolled his eyes angrily, "You are stupid, you are possessed by dirty things, I dreamed about it last night." Until the big sister of God in a bikini winks at me and invites me to go to heaven to be happy."

"Oh? Are those legs long?"

"Long, more than two meters long."

"Cut, that's all. I've dreamed about a height of more than three meters."

The bickering two sat down together again, and Harry picked up the letter.

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Warfare?"

As soon as the words came out, the plate that Aunt Petunia was holding in her hand, who had just poked her head out of the kitchen because of the noise, fell to the floor and broke into a pile of pieces.

"What did you say?!"

Harry has never seen such a nervous Aunt Petunia. She almost rushed over and snatched the envelope from Harry's hand. She looked at it seriously and nervously.

Suddenly, she went limp and fell down. Harry and Dudley quickly reached out and helped her onto the sofa. Uncle Vernon also dropped his coffee and newspaper and squeezed over.

"What's the matter Petunia?" Uncle Vernon asked with concern.

"Harry he Vernon"

Aunt Petunia, who suddenly collapsed, hugged Uncle Vernon, tears were flowing on Uncle Vernon's shirt, her sobbing became louder, and she couldn't utter a complete sentence.

"What's the matter, Mom?"

Dudley held his mother's hand nervously, and asked worriedly, "What's wrong with you? Or what's wrong with Harry?"

"Isn't this just a prank letter?"

Dudley snatched the letter, intending to tear it up a few times and throw it into the fireplace to burn.

"They're coming."

Dudley's arm was held by Petunia, and she slowly raised her head to look at Harry with red and swollen eyes.

"They're coming for you, Harry this day. this day."

The turbulent tears blocked her mouth, causing her to open her mouth tremblingly, but she couldn't utter a word.

"Don't cry, don't cry, auntie, don't cry."

Harry stepped forward and hugged his aunt, patting her on the back gently.

"Speak slowly, don't worry, I'm here."

After comforting for a long time, Aunt Petunia slowly stopped crying. She wiped away her tears and took a deep breath to calm her mood.

"Do you know why your uncle and I adopted you, Harry?"

She spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Because my parents are dead."

"Yes, my sister and my brother-in-law are dead."

Aunt Petunia looked at Harry with absent-minded eyes, but it didn't look like she was looking at him, but at some illusory shadow.

"Lily my sister"

"She also received the letter."

"And then...after she graduated she died...leaving you a year old."

"Some people out there say your parents were gangsters and they died in a gangster fire. That's stupid stuff. I'm glad you didn't believe that stupid stuff. But I can't explain it to them, and even you, I don't want to talk about it. One thing, I dare not.”

"But the day finally came. They came after you"

Aunt Petunia took Harry's hand, the grief in her eyes was wild.

"Then they are my parents." Harry was silent for a moment, "How did they die?"

"Voldemort."

"Who?!" Harry frowned.

"An evil dark wizard, a terrorist, a horrible person who killed your parents."

Petunia spoke softly with a hoarse voice.

"Ten years ago, a man named Dumbledore sent you to our house. He told me the cause of your parents' death, which is what I said. He said, I am your only blood relative in the world, my sister. I used magic to protect you before I died, and by my side, this power to protect you will always exist until you become an adult, until you are seventeen years old."

"Isn't he an adult at the age of eighteen?" Dudley asked suspiciously.

"That's their adult time." Petunia shook her head. "They're wizards, and they're different from us."

"It's a dangerous world, Harry."

"My sister died there, in order to protect more people, she died there, she is my proud sister, she is so good. Right Vernon?"

Aunt Petunia looked at her husband.

"Yes, she also repaired my watch, the one you gave me, when I fell and smashed the dial."

Uncle Vernon looked in the direction of the bedroom, and he had already put away the watch, because he had almost doubled his weight over the years and couldn't wear it anymore.

"James is not bad, but he is a bit reckless, probably too young and frizzy, haha!"

As if thinking of something interesting, Uncle Vernon let out a short laugh, but a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

"Your parents are very good people, very good people, but because of this, they bravely stood up to fight against those bad guys."

"I don't know how to describe that kind of magic." Aunt Petunia flinched. "The world of magic is very dangerous, very dangerous."

"Then it's fine if Harry doesn't go?" Dudley took Harry's shoulders and patted his chest, "We're going to take the entrance exam to the Royal Military Academy together, it's all agreed!"

"But I have to go, right, Aunt?"

Harry shook Aunt Petunia's hand lightly, looking her in the eye.

"Yes, and now that they've come, Harry must go."

"Why, Mom!"

"Because this is the way to protect Harry. Only magic can fight against magic. This is what Lily told me back then. Some things must be done by someone. It was her then, and it is now."

"Boom boom boom~"

A knock on the door interrupted Aunt Petunia, Harry glanced at the wall clock in the living room, it was exactly eight o'clock in the morning.

The Hogwarts visitors mentioned in the letter had already arrived at the gate.

"I'm going to open the door!"

With a stubborn face still on his face, Dudley strode out. He opened the door, as if he was going to yell at anyone who came.

But he froze, staring at the door in a daze, exactly the same as Harry before.

"This is the Dursleys' house, right! Number 4, Privet Drive."

A rough voice sounded from outside the door, rumbling.