Not to mention Charlotte's practice of his Animagus in the White House, Harry's little life has been very comfortable since the holidays.

On the night of his return to Dursley's house, Dudley was trying to bully his cousin as he had done before, but he miscalculated.

A year of study has turned Harry upside down. Not to mention his magic level, just talking about the knight's cultivation makes his physical fitness far beyond that of ordinary people of the same age.

Although Muggle schools also offer knightly courses, there are a few ordinary students who can succeed in cultivation. What's more, Harry has experienced many battles at Hogwarts.

He is now half a head taller than his cousin, strong and red-faced, and he beat him to the point of crying father and mother, and then made up for it a few more times, fiercely venting the resentment accumulated over the years.

However, Harry could swear to the Hogwarts chandelier that he really didn't have a heavy hand. It's just that Dudley's nose is blue and his face is swollen, after all, no matter how bad the other party is, he is also his cousin.

Although the Dursleys were never angry with themselves, they also supported themselves until they were 11 years old, and Harry just wanted to take a bad breath for himself.

Seeing this, Aunt Penny immediately cried and pounced on Dally, holding Harry's fist, and Aunt Vernon reached for his shotgun.

However, when he picked up his gun and turned around, Harry had already drawn his wand and reached the other man's throat.

"What do you want to do? Do you want to die! Harry's eyes were a little red.

"Dang Chang~", the shotgun fell to the ground.

"I, I'm ......" Looking at the strong boy in front of him, feeling the stinging pain in his neck and the faint killing intent, Vernon was terrified.

He dared to swear that he just wanted to scare this kid with a shotgun, who would have thought that he would take it seriously!

When he saw his uncle with a gun, Harry was startled: He was going to kill me? He wanted to kill me!

Fear, anger, hatred...... A series of negative emotions flooded the savior's brain. In the space of the scar on his forehead, a little bit of dark green light spread out, merging into Harry's cerebral cortex, and then into his soul.

A rush of anger came over Harry's head, and the muscles on Harry's head jumped - kill him! Kill their whole family! Kill these stupid Muggles!

Powerful waves of magic came from Harry's body, the lights of the Dursleys house flickered on and off, and the television, radio, and other equipment rustled.

"Harry~Harry! We were wrong! Leave us alone! Aunt Petunia hugged her nephew's left leg loudly.

I don't know if it's the role of family affection, or the blood connection. In short, after hearing Penny's sharp and desolate voice, Harry's eyes showed a hint of clarity, and he continued to struggle, and the magic in his body flickered and weakened.

"Phew~" After a while, Harry put away the wand against Vernon's neck and glared at his fat uncle viciously, "I don't want this kind of thing to happen again, otherwise, you know the consequences!" ”

"Yes, yes, I know...... Vernon wiped the sweat from his forehead and lifted his wife and son up.

After the four of them had hurried their supper, Aunt Petunia quickly cleaned up one of the rooms upstairs and invited her nephew in.

This room originally belonged to Dudley, but after the incident just now, the family of three no longer dared to let Harry live in the original narrow storage room.

"Tut-tut~ This is the beauty of having strength!" Harry was wallowing on the soft bed, and the thought came to him.

After a while, an owl flew up to his window, and Harry was a little surprised, not knowing who had written to him so late.

After fed the owl two strips of meat in the kitchen, Harry opened the letter:

"Mr. Potter, at 7:02 tonight, we detected a large number of magical fluctuations at your residence.

Although magic is not formed, you know that underage wizards are not allowed to use magic outside of school. If you do this again, you may be forcibly expelled from the school (Act on the Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards, 1875, paragraph 3).

Also keep in mind that under Section 13 of the International Federation of Wizarding and Wizarding Secrecy Act, any magical activity that may attract the attention of non-members of the wizarding world (Muggles) is a serious offense.

Have a great summer! Mafalda Hopkirk, Department for the Prohibition of Misuse of Magic at the Ministry of Magic. ”

"Cut! Nosy Ministry of Magic! How dare they fire me?! Looking disdainfully at the letters in his hand, Harry tucked them between the pages of a book.

Maybe even he didn't feel the change in his mentality.

In the days that followed, Harry was living a beautiful life, Cousin Dudley didn't dare to bully him like before, and his uncle and aunt spoke softly, basically doing whatever he wanted.

Of course, the Savior doesn't have the same knowledge as those Muggles, who spend most of his time exercising his body or extracting magical powers.

Whenever Harry practiced Gryffindor's secret method of fire, sporadic dark green light would emerge from the scar space on his forehead and seep into his body and soul.

Therefore, every time he completes the main character, he will feel that his magic has increased a little.

"Hahahaha~ I'm really a genius!" Harry Potter felt that he was already equivalent to the magic of the third grade, and he was in a very happy mood, and his eyes turned into the vertical pupils of some kind of cold-blooded animal for a moment, and disappeared in a blink of an eye, "I'll just say it!" How could I be worse than others if I was able to inspire a bloodline vision? The initial backwardness was just that I didn't work hard......"

Harry Potter's personality has changed somewhat, becoming a little frivolous and arrogant.

At noon on this day, after lunch, the savior sat on the bed, silently refining his magic.

Bang, a clear sound, broke the cleanliness in the room.

A small monster with two bat-like ears appeared in the room, with a pair of protruding green eyes the size of a tennis ball, a clean sheet, and several holes in his arms and legs.

This is a house-elf that Harry has seen in Hogwarts. It's just that the green on the elf in front of him is darker, leaning towards black.

"Who are you?!" Harry grabbed his wand beside him, and a carp stood upright.

"Harry Potter!" The house-elf whispered, "Dobby has always wanted to see you, sir...... It's a pleasure to ......."

"Really? Thank you! I'm glad to meet you too! Harry snapped up.

He did not let his guard down and pointed his wand at the elf. He's not a rookie anymore, and after a lot of battles in his first year, Harry knows how to better protect himself.

"Is there anything you have here?" Harry slowly distanced himself from the other.