Harry was thrilled from hearing Rig's words, but the cupboard he was in was too far from the door.

The voice seemed vague, and Harry almost suspected that he was hallucinating, maybe he missed Rig too much?

Thinking of this possibility, Harry curled back into the cupboard to the bed that was half as short as his stature, and only his small body was in the dark space.

In the small space, Harry could hear Hedwig spreading her wings, but this time Aunt Petunia was so angry that she didn't even leave Harry with a gap.

Aunt Petunia had locked the cupboard completely, completely, and the only light was covered with a curtain.

This time he went home, and thanks to Rig's pretense of intimidation that day, Harry had spent two good days at his aunt's house for the first time.

They were going home in Aunt Fenon's car, and if it was a normal day, Dudley would have scrambled to be the first to get in the car, and when he got in the car, he would have deliberately squeezed Harry's place and put him on the window.

This time, Harry was able to sit in his own seat and go home comfortably.

As he leaned back in his wide chair and watched Aunt Fernon glaring at him from time to time in the rearview mirror, his face turning purple, Harry thought to himself, "It's nice to know Rig and them."

Life after returning to his aunt's house was something Harry had never enjoyed.

Aunt Petunia looked at him with disgust as if she were looking at a puddle of mud, but she pinched her nose and sorted out a vacant room on the second floor for Harry, which used to be Dudley's toy room.

It's just that as Dudley got older, he thought he was a big kid and should play something older kids, like boxing, instead of indulging in cars that only kids love.

Harry was going to be mesmerized when he dragged Hedwig's suitcase into the room filled with sunlight and stickers from all sorts of anime he had secretly watched.

Aunt Petunia had never let him in this room before, lest Dudley would not like the toys when he saw Harry playing with them.

The bed was as soft as the Gryffindor dorm house at Hogwarts Castle, and forgive Harry's ignorance, it was the softest bed he'd ever slept in.

The next day was even more like a dream, and for the first time, Aunt Petunia didn't wake him up at five o'clock.

Before Harry went to Hogwarts, he was responsible for his aunt's breakfast, and Aunt Petunia had to iron Fenon's suit and tie and pack Dudley's bag, but she didn't have time to do it.

Harry was too short to fully see what was going on in the pan, and if the bacon was overfried, it would inevitably invite Aunt Petunia to scold him.

Aunt Petunia hated it when someone disrupted her plans, hitting Harry twice, or pinching Harry's soft flesh hard, it was commonplace.

As long as it is a location that will not be discovered by outsiders, nothing will happen, and over the years, Aunt Penny has slowly figured out a set of punishments that will not be caught by child protection organizations.

By the time Dudley, who had had nightmares all night, saw Harry at the dinner table, he was stunned.

Where could Harry eat at the table, he still sat next to Dudley, and even Harry had a piece of Dudley's celebratory holiday cake in front of him.

For the first time, Dudley's crying didn't work as well as he expected, and no matter how loud Dudley cried and rolled on the floor, Aunt Petunia stiffened her face and said that Harry would be eating with them recently.

This can make the aggrieved Da Li ruined.

It's just that Rig's intimidation still seems to be on his ears, and Dudley only dares to snatch Harry's cake to maintain his supremacy in the family.

Harry forgave him graciously.

The Hogwarts cake was much better than that, and he didn't have any appetite when he looked at the dry cake.

Dudley wanted to eat, and Harry was happy to see it.

Seeing that Harry didn't fight with Darl for the cake, Aunt Petunia's face relaxed a little, and when she nodded to Harry, it was almost the gentlest look that Aunt Petunia could show him in Harry's life.

Aunt Penny and Aunt Fernon frightened Dudley.

It was even more terrifying than the day he was intimidated by Rig, Dudley never thought he could talk at home.

His parents turned to Harry, the stinky boy.

Dudley, who was in a trance, got off the table before he finished his meal, and no matter how much Aunt Penny begged him, he refused to take another bite.

In the afternoon, when Aunt Petunia was screaming in the living room, Dudley didn't come down to look.

He was using his determination to tell his parents that he couldn't live this kind of life.

Harry had heard the sound and went down to check on the situation, but he laughed happily at the sight of the vomit on Aunt Penny's face.

That is, Aunt Fenon is not here today, otherwise Harry would really like to see Fennon being vomited and vomited.

Merlin bless.

Harry finally admired Aunt Petunia going crazy in the living room for a few seconds, and went back to his little room humming a song.

At dinner time, Dudley finally came down to eat.

People are iron and rice are steel, and he is really hungry if he doesn't eat.

It was at this moment that Dudley, angry and frightened, heard what happened to Penny in the afternoon amid the complaints of Aunt Petunia and Fenon.

He screamed, "It must have been Harry's monster, he'd let out the zoo snakes before!" ”

Penny and Fernon actually suspect that Harry did it, but they don't have the evidence and don't want to provoke the Rig family, who don't seem to be easy to mess with.

After barely explaining and reassuring Dudley, Penny stopped talking.

She suspected that she had been too good to Harry to let this monster do this to her, and Aunt Petunia couldn't help but complain just thinking about her two days of concessions.

Dudley felt his mother's grievances keenly, and he couldn't suppress the fear he had accumulated for two days.

Amid Aunt Penny's screams and Fenon's shouting, a disgrieved Dudley feels like a hero in the cartoon who protects his family, and he heads straight for Harry like a pickup truck.

The two of them rolled into a ball in an instant, and Penny wanted to separate the two, but she was afraid of hurting her son.

For a moment, Harry and Dudley were rolling around in the living room, both of them pulling at each other's hair and punching each other, knocking down one of Aunt Penny's favorite clear glass vases in the middle.

Shattered glass shards scattered, and Harry could see Penny and Aunt Fernon rushing in, but they were all looking at Dudley.

Tightly held by Dudley, Harry didn't even have the hands to cover the ejected pieces of glass, he couldn't help but close his eyes, and the magic that had been suppressed for a long time automatically soared into the sky.

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