Chapter 220: Creepy Harry

Hermione's words made sense, and Ginny immediately looked at Hermione with stars in her eyes. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

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When it was finally time to say goodbye, only George could easily read the book on the Hogwarts train.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, they were all reluctant to say goodbye.

They are all clamoring for more contact during the summer vacation, and they can call more and promise not to lose contact like last time.

For the first time in his life, Harry didn't resist going home. He didn't have to go back to Uncle Vernon's house at last, he didn't have to go back to that cold and terrible cage, and the thought of it made him feel completely grateful to George.

Although he still lives on Privet Road, he has his own house. He mortgaged his post-graduation work life to the house George had gotten, or so he thought.

He guessed that George didn't really care if he worked for him after he graduated. But he has already decided that if he graduates, he will definitely be more at ease with George to work. If you have a smart and friendly friend, why go to the distance to find help from others.

Hermione also seemed excited, and you couldn't imagine what she was like when she was in the academy. But as soon as I got on the train, I thought that I was going to see my parents soon. Hermione was as happy as a child, although she was indeed a child.

"I guess my mom and dad are waiting for me at the station. Hermione said with some pride and some embarrassment, "I told them several times that I didn't have to wait for me in advance, and I could even go home by myself." But they couldn't help it, they missed me so much, and I missed them so much. ”

As soon as she left Hogwarts, Hermione was no longer a genius or a good witch. She became Miss Granger, a chattering, lively and happy little girl.

Ginny was just as lively and happy as Hermione, and she missed her mom and dad too, she was only in first grade, and she was away from home for the first time. This year was definitely not easy for her, she left home for a year, and she also endured torture from Riddle for half a year.

Even if all of this was settled in the end, she had close friends, and she became good friends with Harry and Hermione. But the fear hidden in her heart, the trace of indelible anxiety, maybe only Mrs. Weasley can really relieve her.

Ron, on the contrary, is the purest of all, he has the least ideas, and he simply has fun with everyone. Comparatively speaking, he can be regarded as a person who is at ease with what he encounters, he has always been a supporting role in school, and he has never been conspicuous at home.

Ron was the youngest boy in the Weasley family, but there was no preference for the younger son at all. The most favored in the family was Ginny, the only girl in Weasley's generations.

Most of Ron's previous years, before he met George, before he got a lucrative job at a mutual aid club. His clothes, robes, books, and wands were all old things that his brothers had used.

If you have five older brothers, you'll never need anything new. It's not just something new, you'll never get the attention of your mom and dad, especially if you have a lovely younger sister.

None of this affected Ron, though, and he was always able to entertain himself alone. One plays chess with oneself, one talks to oneself, one is in a daze with oneself, and one person interrupts with oneself.

He can make friends with anyone, whether it's Harry Potter, the savior, Hermione Granger, the genius, or George Soros, the best student Hogwarts has ever seen.

Ron may not have much character, not too many highlights. But he is who he is, the inconspicuous, but forever there Ron Weasley.

The Hogwarts train finally slowed down and stopped at King's Cross Station, where Harry said goodbye to everyone one last time and was truly happy to accept the wishes of "Happy home and happy summer vacation!"

Under George's training and the change of nutritious meals, Harry at this time is much taller and stronger than last year. The heavy box no longer bothered him, and the taxi driver did not recognize that he was a child.

It's a pity that I didn't meet the driver uncle who was kind and chattering last time. If he had met this time, Harry might have been able to invite him over to his home, he now had a home of his own.

18 Privet Road, half a street from Uncle Vernon's house, near a lively street.

Last year, Harry had only been in his new home for a few days when Ron invited him to the Burrow, and it was only then that he had the opportunity to get to know his home again.

Elegant and exquisite single-family cottages, the small garden seems to have been trimmed, and it looks neat.

"Aunt Barbara, perhaps?" Harry muttered silently.

Barbara Brooke, a kind housewife who lives on Privet Road, is hired by George as a maid to take care of Harry's daily life. She would take care of Harry throughout the summer to avoid Harry being unable to stay home alone due to his underage.

Harry took out the key and gently unscrewed the door, and immediately gasped, and a figure he had never expected appeared in front of him.

He didn't wait for him to pull out his wand, didn't wait for him to drop the box, didn't wait for him to prepare to resist.

"Poof, poof. A middle-aged woman had already taken two bites in Harry's face.

Harry wiped the dirt from his face desperately with his sleeve, and shouted hysterically as if he had seen the devil, "Why are you here?" ”

"How could I not be here?" the middle-aged woman looked at Harry with an idiot-like expression, as if expressing sympathy for Harry's intelligence. But she immediately changed her discrimination and squeezed out some kind smiles, which was quite difficult for her.

She whispered, "Harry, we are an inseparable family, we are relatives whose blood is thicker than water. We are the closest and most connected family in the world. No matter what happens, no matter what happens, we are all family. We'll always be together, we'll always be family. ”

"No!" Harry screamed in horror, the look of death on his face.

Another big fat middle-aged man squeezed in, and he dragged Harry into the house and closed the door. He blinked mischievously, whispered, and said kindly.

"Silly boy, what nonsense, we are a family whose blood is thicker than water, breaking bones and connecting tendons. Even if there is any misunderstanding, it will pass with a light blink of an eye, we know that it is wrong, and we still love you. ”

Harry only felt creepy, looking at the two familiar and strange people in front of him. At this time, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Penny were completely different as if they had been enchanted.

(To be continued.) )