A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 604: Harry’s new neighbor

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"Look at his name!" said Uncle Vernon snorting, "Tom? His parents don't care, I bet there are a million people with that name in the whole of England, Tom is everywhere, with you Colleagues in meetings, promotions, football players, and homeless people..."

He muttered in his mouth, as if to cover up the increasingly bland food.

It helped Harry, because he'd just dropped his fork with a shaking hand, leaving a stain on the clean tablecloth, and Aunt Petunia was distracted before he could cast a look of disgust. Harry picked up his fork quickly, making up his mind to leave as soon as he finished his meal.

The newscaster is dutifully broadcasting——

"...The original hotline will be closed..." Uncle Feinon began to express his opinions fiercely again, "Where are the photos? What does he look like? There is also a bounty!" Annoyed by extra income.

"He's been caught," Harry pointed out dryly.

I thought that if he knew the meaning of this name, he probably would not have this attitude. No, it is not even necessary to tell him that this name once belonged to Voldemort, just let him know: this is a black man without any moral concepts. A wizard, the leader of a criminal gang, is enough to frighten the guts of Uncle Vernon, who is ruthless.

"You don't need to remind me!" Uncle Vernon yelled at Harry. . .

"There's no hotline," said Aunt Petunia suddenly, as sensitive as ever about secrecy and gossip.

"What?" Uncle Vernon asked in astonishment.

"There's no hotline, I haven't seen it...it's not mentioned on TV, and," Aunt Petunia frowned, "I've never heard the name."

Harry fully understands what she means, she will not let go of any talk easily, and the murderer is a very exciting topic, if he can take the opportunity to comment on the existing security, he will let her know immediately Stunning at a neighborhood afternoon tea.

Harry looked at the announcer, he had a different understanding of this, maybe it was a secret signal from the wizards, telling fellow wizards hiding in the Muggle community: the war is over... He gave a thumbs up to those who came up with ideas, Because the name 'Voldemort' should not appear on Muggle TV shows, it would be much safer to change it to 'Tom Riddle'. With the continuous reports of Rita Skeeter, the name Voldemort used when he was young It's no longer a secret.

He was thinking about something, and at some point, the dining table fell silent, and Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia stared at him together.

Harry was confused and didn't know how he messed with them, but the TV news gave him the answer—

"...some ornithologists speculate that the owl's abnormal behavior may be related to changes in the earth's magnetic field. It is reported that this is not the first time this has happened, as early as fifteen years ago..."

Aunt Petunia gasped, Uncle Vernon's small eyes were bulging, and the fork in his hand was bent suddenly.

"I'm done," said Harry quickly, setting down the cutlery and sitting up in his chair.

"Don't even think about leaving, we need an explanation, boy!" Uncle Vernon yelled.

"Nothing—"

"Yes!" Dudley interrupted suddenly, staring into the small eyes he inherited from his father. "I heard it all," he pointed at Harry with his fat hand. holding fork. ...

"——His room, there is always the sound of wings flapping and birds singing at night."

"That's an owl!"

"It really is your fault——"

Harry was secretly angry. "Well," he tried to calm himself down, "a big event happened in the wizarding world, Voldemort's downfall," he pointed to the TV, "that man was talking about him just now, Tom Riddle, this is His school name."

Before they could react, Harry ran upstairs in three steps.

Maybe I should tell them, Harry thought as he opened the door, but he's too busy to think about it these days, so what if he did? Will they be genuinely happy?

The bedroom was a mess, with a lot of things scattered around, and there was very little room to step down.

Aunt Petunia would have screamed if this had happened to her eyes, but she hadn't been here for a long time, and she tried not to call Harry's name unless it was necessary. So Harry messed up the room with peace of mind, he glanced out the window, Sirius came back late these days.

Of course, my godfather is happily hunting dark wizards who slipped through the net with his old partner, how can he have time for him? Harry thought sullenly, wondering when Sirius would realize the fact that he was an eyesore between Remus and Tonks...

Hedwig was pecking at the cage, Harry bent down and opened the cage door, and after Hedwig came out, she spread her wings and flew along the window into the dark night like a ghost. He moved the cage and picked up the small box on the ground.

Inside are some unfolded letters, pressed together and arranged in chronological order. The top one was sent by Hermione yesterday.

Harry sat in the chair and began to read from the middle, which he was already familiar with.

"...Our family went to Norway, where the weather is very hot most of the time, the salmon here is very delicious, I dare not go into the water, the waves are a bit big, I am worried that I will not be able to help using magic. If you arrive When traveling here, you must bring your toiletries and prepare a thick coat. If it rains, the weather will still be a bit cold..."

"A letter from your friend?"

Harry raised his head abruptly, seeing Dudley's obese body blocking the doorway, he seemed to use his chin

The gesture of pointing to the letter in Harry's hand, but in addition to making his triple fat chin more obvious, it also blocked his small eyes.

"It has nothing to do with you."

Harry said angrily, striding past the owl cage, piles of books, Hogwarts school robes, old clothes, and stepped forward to close the door. There was a strange flash in his heart, Dudley was just like his parents before, avoiding this place.

But Dudley blocked the door with one hand, and Harry's hand remained motionless on the doorknob, and he realized that his cousin had boxed, and that his big frame wasn't all fat - but he wanted to wrap it up. With the muscles on the inside showing, it could take Dudley a lifetime.

Harry narrowed his eyes, refraining from threatening him with magic. But if Dudley suddenly went out of his mind and wanted to get back to his primary school hobby, Harry had absolutely no advantage in size. ...

At this moment, Dudley bent down—his left hand was still resting firmly on the door, but the action of bending down was more exhausting—he picked up a stack of parchment from the ground, "The Patronus Mystery— —Harry Potter, you plan to write a book? Like Gilderoy Lockhart?"

"Give it back to me!" said Harry angrily. "I'm not like that liar! Wait—how do you know—"

He stared at Dudley, shocked.

He didn't know when Dudley got involved in his life in another world. It felt like people who had been with him day and night for more than ten years, such as the Dursleys and Mrs. Figg, suddenly confessed to him I am a wizard...

This is ridiculous. There must be a reason, and it is likely to be on yourself. There was a flash of inspiration, and Harry suddenly remembered something. He strode to the cabinet and knocked over a few quills and ink bottles on the way, but Harry didn't pay attention at all. He opened the cabinet and threw the dirty clothes aside Well, his hand reached into a slightly deeper drawer with a missing door—it was empty.

"You took my book?" Harry gritted his teeth and said back, there was a kind of anger that his privacy was prying, and the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time burst out. He thought about his childhood with a very unpleasant feeling: he didn't have a decent toy in his hands, Dudley left them all. And he had to hide from Dudley. If he saw it, there would be two results. Either he would cry to Aunt Petunia to take the toy back and would rather throw it away; The feet are crushed.

The only consolation is that Dudley never went into the cupboard he used to live in, because he couldn't squeeze in when he was six, which made Harry hoard a few junk like a house elf Toy.

When Harry realized, the wand had already appeared in his hand like lightning, and it was on Dudley's neck. The tip of the wand was glowing menacingly red, and Dudley's face was full of terror, his neck was thrown back, and his fat toes stood on tiptoe like a bad ballerina.

"Don't—you can't—out of school—use magic—"

"I don't care!" Harry said through his teeth. "I don't care, do you understand?" He saw a spell in his textbook that made his toes grow wildly, but then Harry thought of Snape, and his mood worsened.

"Usually you would never dare to come here, I should have thought... something is wrong with your summer vacation." Harry took a breath, "That's right, you stole my book, Lockhart... and That set of comics... you think you know magic, don't you? Tell me, what do you want to do this time?"

Dudley seemed out of breath, his face was flushed, his hand tried to push the wand away, but a few sparks came out of the wand restlessly, and he was too frightened to move.

Harry calmed down a little.

He took two steps back and pulled his wand out of Dudley's second chin, pointing the tip at the ground. His first reaction was that it was bad, Dudley would sue, but then it seemed like a good idea, and Harry stared at the messy room, just in time for him to pack up and move into Sirius' rented house overnight. ...

Now that Voldemort has been captured, Harry doesn't think he is still in danger, so it seems that there is nothing to lose if the protection magic fails? As soon as this idea appeared, it took root in Harry's head and quickly grew into a towering tree.

Dudley finally responded.

He slowly put his hand into his trouser pocket and took out a few banknotes. Harry stared, for a moment he thought he had discovered Dudley's real purpose - to show off how much pocket money he had. But Harry quickly thought of something. He looked at Dudley who was trying to speak, and a strange feeling came to him.

"I - buy - money -"

"You want to buy something? From me? Buy what?"

Dudley opened his mouth, his face was flushed, and he seemed to have lost the ability to speak.

"Zi-Zi-"

"Zizi bee candy?"

"Also, and Hu——"

"Pepper urchin?"

"Dudley--Dada--the TV show is on--is your favorite--"

Aunt Petunia's shout in the living room broke the silence between the two, and Dudley quickly backed away, just like Harry chasing after him, he stood at the door and shouted downstairs. Said: "Got it - I'll come down right away."

Then he turned his head, and as if he had regained enough courage from his mother, he stared at Harry's forehead for a while.

"Is what the comic book said true? Did it mention you, the famous Potter?"

"Yes, the famous Potter," Harry repeated dryly.

Dudley disappeared from sight. There was an overwhelmed groan from the stairs, and Harry froze for a few seconds before stepping forward to slam the door behind him. He locked the door worryingly, sat back on the chair, and stared at the messy room in a daze.

He remembered that Dudley hadn't returned the book, and certainly hadn't left the money, so he was just pretending? Good business, Harry thought slightly meanly, and he was expected to inherit his father's position.

He imagined what a middle-aged Dudley would be like. He was a complete copy of Uncle Vernon, at most with bigger body and thicker fingers. What was achieved was completely beyond expectations. This was contrary to Aunt Petunia's point of view, and one of them must be wrong.

Harry stood up and picked up the parchment from the ground. The first few pages of the parchment were smudged by the overturned ink bottle, but Harry wasn't too worried, he was about to memorize the contents on it. This was his own book, and it might be published in the future. Harry seemed extremely patient, and it could be said that he carefully considered every word.

Speaking of which, Harry hadn't thought about publishing at all.

Perhaps I should ask Professor Hemp? But he rejected this idea, he doesn't want to contact Professor Happe or Headmaster Dumbledore very much now, he has heard the complete prophecy from Sirius, and knows his own fate: one must die at the other's hand, because both Individuals cannot live together, only one survives...

For a moment, a strong hope arose in Harry's heart. If anyone could survive, it should be him, right? Because Voldemort has been captured. Apparently Sirius thought so, so he was quick to tell Harry when Harry asked. ...

But Harry knew more, he was a Horcrux, a part of Voldemort's life.

Sirius didn't know about Horcruxes, he was excluded from the truth, this was repeatedly confirmed by Harry, he found a feeling of sympathy from Sirius, and at the same time, he had a slight shake in his fate, or Headmaster Dumbledore is also trying to find a way to survive?

Harry didn't dare to ask this question, he was ready to die and didn't want to be hit a second time. He could only wait, and if they—Professor Hemp or Headmaster Dumbledore—worked out something, they would tell him.

Flipped.

An owl flew in through the window, and Harry thought it was Hedwig, but it was another tawny owl. It turned around the room in disgust, managed to find a place for itself, stood on the window sill, and raised its right leg.

Harry walked over and tore off the big square envelope.

When he saw the logo of the Ministry of Magic and the mark of the Wizarding Examinations Authority, he was stunned.

He had completely forgotten about his o.w.ls test scores.

At the same time, several things happened almost simultaneously——

Felix bid farewell to his friend's house in the orphanage; Dumbledore, who had been busy for a day, received news in a foreign country: Gellert Grindelwald mysteriously disappeared, suspected of prison escape; and an uninvited guest broke into the privet Road, rented a house nearby.

"Sir, do you plan to stay longer?"

"Unfortunately, I have other schedules. I will live here for about a month. After that, I will meet a few people, some old friends, and some pen pals who have never met... Speaking of which, my pen pal has a witty quote Lianzhu, ingenuity, most of my purpose of this trip is to talk to him in person..."

Looking at the face of the high rent, the landlord did not make any comments.

"By the way... the Dursleys live near here?"

"That's right ~IndoMTL.com~ Are you related to them?" The landlord asked curiously, "I haven't heard them mention it at all."

"No." Grindelwald said softly. He is in much better shape now, his cheeks are still thin, but he is no longer skinny, and he looks like an old-fashioned gentleman in his exquisite clothes.

He showed a decent smile and said: "I just often hear the name of the family's children mentioned by that pen pal—he is a school teacher. To be honest, my ears are getting callused."

"You mean Dudley Dursley?"

"The other," said Grindelwald casually, "it seems to be called Harry Potter."

Dear, this chapter is over