For the vast majority of young wizards from wizarding families, the summer holidays are wonderful for the little wizards at Hogwarts, where they can sleep until noon without thinking about boring magical classes, and after lunch, take out their broomsticks from the broom shed, and fly freely on the lawn around the house.

The school's professors didn't bother them too much because their father and brother both graduated from that school with passing grades, and it was a breeze to guide the young wizard through his vacation homework.

In addition, all well-off wizarding families will use the summer vacation to take their children to visit the places of interest in the wizarding world to increase their knowledge.

Harry coveted such a life, for life at the Dursleys was terrible by comparison.

Uncle Vernon, Aunt Penny, and their son Dudley are the only relatives Harry has in the world, but if he had a choice, Harry would rather not have such a large family of relatives himself, and would rather grow up in an orphanage, Harry is not ashamed of his thoughts, after all, the orphanage will never let him live in the grocery room under the stairs for years, right?

They disliked each other, and this dislike reached its peak after Harry's eleventh birthday, when he was accepted into the great school of witchcraft and wizardry.

At Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Harry's most hated little wizard was undoubtedly Draco Malfoy of Slytherin School, the family of the wizarding world's most distinctive haters who hated Muggles or half-bloods, while Uncle Vernon was the complete opposite, treating magic like people in the Middle Ages, eager to send anyone or anything related to magic to the gallows.

Many nights of having to hide under the covers and rely on flashlights to finish his summer homework, Harry had fantasized about what funny sparks would happen to the Dursleys if they bumped into the Malfoys.

Of course, this was just Harry's fantasy of misery, and under normal circumstances, the two families would not have met each other.

It's Saturday, and Harry barely slept last night because of the most annoying professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, who taught the Shrinkage Potion paper for the most annoying assignment, and that led to him oversleeping and missing the Dursleys' normal breakfast time.

When Harry made his hurried stride to the kitchen table downstairs, he found only a few empty oil pans on the table, and Uncle Vernon, Aunt Penny, and Dudley were watching TV around the table...

This is not surprising at all, where Dudley appears, it is simply wishful thinking that you can still have food when you wake up late.

Seeing Harry, who was standing at the top of the stairs, his expression certainly not very pleasant, and Dudley, who was already fat, and Dudley, a young whale with a pinch of golden retrievers on his head, proudly showing off the cream cake in his hand, his fat lips about the same as roast sausages, and the cream around them resembled Uncle Vernon's thick mustache.

"Hmm... Well, I had a nightmare last night, so--"

Flutter--

Dudley squirted cream, his shoulders as broad as the walls of the city shaking, but Aunt Petunia, who was pulling the horse's face, strangely poked her little darling under the table to stop him from laughing at Harry.

And Uncle Vernon, who loved to roar Harry, did not shout that he was a bad embryo who did not know how to be grateful, but pointed at the kitchen counter with his short, purple finger,

"And a few pieces of bread and fried eggs, left for you, boy--"

As he said this, Vernon gasped, and his massive body, which was superior to Dudley, shrugged as if trying to suppress his anger.

"Oh, okay!"

Harry looked at the dry slices of bread and said, he knew that Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia would have paid a lot of money to keep it from Dudley, most likely, the latest game computer or a remote-controlled airplane or something, like the brand new color TV that hung on the wall in the kitchen now.

In fact, if it had been last summer, he might have dropped his jaw in the face of the small kindness shown to the Dursleys.

The reason why they are so lightly behaved is that their unreasonable performance has been going on for two weeks now.

At first, Harry thought it was because they were in a particularly good mood - in the first week of the summer vacation, Uncle Vernon's company had given him a new car, which they parked in the garden and discussed loudly so that the neighbors of Privet Road could hear it, so that they could enjoy the envious gaze of others.

But later, Harry could confirm that this would not be the case, because based on Harry's experience over the years, no matter how happy the Dursleys became, they would not be kind to him for more than two days.

Dudley turned his head to face the TV, but his ears did stand up.

Harry sat where he usually sat and munched on the slice of bread, pretending not to notice that Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia made eye contact with each other.

What are they planning...

Harry was keenly aware of this, but he made up his mind not to make a fool of himself, and to settle his breakfast as quickly as he could, because he wasn't sure if what was about to happen would end well, and if it turned out badly and he angered the Dursleys, then, most likely, for some time to come, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia wouldn't give him a single crumb... There were many precedents before entering Hogwarts--

"How's your study, boy!"

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Penny seemed to come to an agreement, and in the end, it was Uncle Vernon who spoke, but he seemed to feel extremely ashamed of what he was about to say, and his shoulders shook violently with each syllable...

Harry's body tensed, and he had a hunch that he was about to figure out what he had been bothering about for all this time.

Uncle Vernon's question was endless, and Harry was stunned for a few seconds before he could roughly guess what Uncle Vernon was talking about, and then, his emerald eyes widened in shock.

If there's a taboo in this house that can't be touched, it's undoubtedly talking about everything magical, and in the past, it was often Harry who accidentally touched this taboo and took the initiative to discuss it... Harry even wanted to pinch his cheek to see if he was still dreaming.

"You mean in... Hogg... Well...! ”

Harry subconsciously blurted out, but when he saw Uncle Vernon's red face suddenly turn purple, and Aunt Penny, who was so thin, was about to puncture his shoulder blades, he immediately realized his mistake and quickly changed his words to a less irritating one.

"Learned something, um... I'm only in the third grade after the summer, so there's still a lot of stuff I don't understand--"

There was a strange silence in the kitchen, and Dudley tried to make himself appear unconcerned about the subject, but his ears as tall as antennas betrayed his true thoughts, and Aunt Petunia stared at the oily plates on the table with a gloomy face.

Uncle Vernon, with his two punchbag-sized fists clenched tightly on the table, desperately digested the humiliation he had brought to him.

The strange image was terrifying, and Harry didn't even feel hungry for a few days, as long as he could get the situation done as soon as possible.

But deep down, Harry was a little desperate to know why Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, who were so disgusted with demonic magic, talked to him about magic for the first time.

"Whew--boy--"

Finally Uncle Vernon spoke again, but his question made Harry even more confused,

"--Do you have the means to give people a cure..."













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