"A waste, a slacker, a liar, a good-for-nothing guy, he ......"

"He's not!"

Harry was trembling with anger at Aunt Maggie's words, and he didn't allow anyone to say that about his father.

"More brandy!" Aunt Vernon seemed to know the seriousness, and he poured all the wine from the bottle into Aunt Maggie's cup.

He roared at Harry, "Go to sleep, go now!" ”

"No, Vernon."

Maggie burped as she drained her brandy, her bloodshot little eyes staring into Harry's eyes, picking up Harry's scar, "Go on, boy, you're proud of your parents, aren't you?" They died in a car accident. ”

Harry couldn't take it anymore and he stood up and said, "They didn't die in a car accident!" ”

Vernon's face turned pale, and his stubby fingers moved to get Maggie to stop

But Maggie seemed to have turned on some kind of switch, and the mean words kept popping out of her mouth.

She insulted Harry for being a burden to her relatives, a rude, ungrateful thing.

As she spoke, Maggie's body swelled.

She watched in horror as her body bulged up like a balloon and her body floated.

Aunt Vernon screamed in horror when he saw this, and he tried to catch Maggie to keep her from floating out, but he was almost dragged up.

The Dursleys were in turmoil, and Harry didn't want to stay any longer.

He grabbed his luggage and moved to the door in just a few seconds.

Uncle Vernon found out and wanted to stop him, but Harry was already angry, he directly took out his wand and threatened Vernon: "She is doing it herself, you dodge it for me!" ”

Seeing the scene just now, Aunt Vernon didn't dare to stop him at all.

Harry dragged his suitcase across the streets before calming down.

He collapsed on a low wall on Magnolia Crescent Street, his strength gone, and he gasped for breath.

He was full of confusion at this time, where should he go?

If you use magic on Muggles outside of school, you may be wanted by the Ministry of Magic and thrown into Azkaban.

Confused, he spent ten minutes on the street.

Nervousness, anxiety, restlessness, confusion......

The mood was like an overturned spice bottle, and the bitterness made him lower his head.

He thought sadly, "Maybe I'll be wanted and left alone in the dark Muggle world." ”

He thought of Ron and Hermione again, and whether he broke the law or not, his friends would definitely help him.

Because of Aunt Maggie's arrival, Harry asked Hedwig to stay with Ron for a few days, and he couldn't get in touch with anyone.

He was dejected.

"Harry, you seem to be having a lot of fun."

A voice rang out, and Harry jerked his head up.

John came out of the darkness, and he didn't know why he still had a jar of dried fish in his hand.

Seeing the frustrated Harry, John raised an eyebrow and said, "Are you planning to run away from home?" ”

"John, I—I'm probably going to wander the world."

When Harry saw that it was John, he realized that John lived nearby.

He must have also seen the good deeds he had done, and said dejectedly, "I hope you can lend me some money, so that I can escape a little farther." ”

"Don't make a fuss, Harry, but you do need to calm down."

John was speechless, you are the savior, and the Ministry of Magic can throw you into Azkaban for such a trivial matter?

Walking up to Harry, John put the dried fish down and said, "Don't be too depressed, you'll be fine, find a place to wait, maybe the Ministry of Magic will send you a letter." ”

Seeing Harry's appearance and not wanting to go back, John introduced him to a good place, thought for a while and said, "If you don't want to go back, you can go to the Leaky Cauldron for a while, and I'll take care of the rest for you." ”

"Well, maybe you're right."

Harry was reassured and felt better, though he felt that Dobby had been warned by the Ministry of Magic when he was in his second year.

Patting Harry on the shoulder, John pulled out a bag of Galleons from his small bag.

Harry's eyes glazed over, and John was confused, "Didn't you borrow money from me?" ”

"Uh...... That's too much, at least a hundred Galleons. Harry scratched his head and stammered.

John pouted, there is a mountain of gold in your vault, and you are pretending to be a poor person for me here?

Throw Garon to Harry, leaving him with a thrashing chest.

John turned around and went to Dursley's house, where the big man was flying in the sky, and he had to finish himself before other Muggles could see it.

It wasn't until he was gone that Harry gasped for breath from the pile of money, and he felt a warmth in his heart as he stared at John's back as he left.

At this moment, he felt a chill on the back of his neck.

For some reason, he looked behind him into the darkness, at the other end of the road, as if something was there.

"Fluorescent flickering."

The wand lit up, shaking Harry's eyes, and he felt a little better when he was held taller.

On the other side of the road was a large black dog that looked like a bear.

Harry panicked and fell as he tried to see better.

At this moment, a gallop rushed in.

"Didi."

Harry's eyes were shining brightly, and he put his hand in front of him, seeing the object between his fingers.

It was a purple three-decker bus, and a conductor who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old got off it, and he had big attractive ears.

The conductor saw him lying on the ground and asked suspiciously, "What are you doing sitting on the ground?" ”

Harry looked across the street again, where the big black dog was gone.

...

Screaming, dogs barking, the chaotic Dursleys were like a bull.

Maggie floated in the sky, and just as she was about to be blown away by the wind, a snowy owl flew over, grabbed her by the collar and led her down.

John stood at the door of Dursley's house and knocked on the door.

Listening to the chaotic sounds inside, it is estimated that they are not available to open the door.

Raising his hand and brushing the doorknob, the inside opened automatically with a click.

John walked in, and the chaotic voices inside seemed to be pressed the pause button as he appeared.

"You dare to come here! You ......"

Vernon Dursley roared, and John frowned, just a look that made Vernon hold back the rest of the words.

At this time, Maggie outside was dragged back by Basil.

Seeing this, the Dursleys hurried over.

"Don't get her back soon!" Vernon was used to talking to Harry.

When he reacted, he saw John's smiling expression.

John said lightly: "If you have gone through a Muggle education completely, you should know when to be polite to people. ”

This made Vernon's face turn purple, and his lips trembled and he squeezed out a few words from it, "Please help me recover her." ”

"That's right."

John raised an eyebrow and pointed at Maggie.

Maggie's body felt like a hole had been poked open, and her body quickly slimmed down.

Her frightened hair was messy and she collapsed to the ground, and her big dog came over, but it didn't bring her back to her senses.

After John had done all this, there was a noise outside, and two figures, a man and a woman, appeared.

It's someone from the Ministry of Magic.

When they arrived, they saw John first, and then the frightened Maggie.

"You're here, I think there's a Muggle here who needs you to erase a stimulating memory."

John turned and smiled, as if it had nothing to do with him at all.

The male officer stared at John and asked suspiciously, "Are you a Hogwarts student?" ”

"Don't thank me for saving you from the trouble of searching." John pointed to Basil and said, "If you could bring two small dried fish to my owl, it would be glad." ”

The two officials were a little confused, and they were obviously questioning, how did they become grateful to you.

Of course, they recognized that it was not Harry Potter, and that the Ministry of Magic had received Harry using magic.

The presence of this student here doesn't mean much, and John gives all the credit to Basil.

Eventually, the Ministry of Magic officials erased Aunt Maggie's memory, a scene that made the Dursleys shiver.

In their opinion, the people of the Ministry of Magic are turning Maggie into an idiot.

After settling everything, the two officials left.

John didn't, he sat on the couch on his own, and Basil flew over his shoulder to stand.

"Now, Mr. Dursley, can you tell me why Harry is so angry?"

He smiled slightly, and Vernon Dursley swallowed hard.

This kid was as old as Harry, but it felt as intimidating as those rich and high-ranking officials who squandered their money.