A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 608: Dinner

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There was a knock on the door of Harry's cubicle.

"Harry—come out to eat—" Aunt Petunia said dryly, if it wasn't for the distorted voice slightly distorted by the tattered cloth strips in Harry's ears, he would have heard the unnaturalness in her tone , and much more polite and polite than usual.

"Got it," Harry muttered, biting his quill, staring at the scrawling on the parchment. In the end, he frowned and crossed out the word "courage" and changed it to "firm and unshakable faith".

It is better to give a few more examples. That would make it easier to understand, Harry thought.

"Harry—" the voice became visibly impatient.

"Here we come!"

Harry jumped up from his chair, removed the cloth strips from his ears, then gathered the parchment haphazardly under The Magical Quidditch Ball, and opened the door.

Outside the door was Aunt Petunia's slender, equestrian face, her long, thin eyebrows tightly packed together into a knot between them.

Harry froze.

Aunt Petunia has always had a bad mood towards him, he is used to it, what surprised him was another thing, she was standing at the door of the bedroom today, and she seemed to be waiting there on purpose, which made him feel completely uneasy expect. It took a few seconds for him to realize how indecent his current actions were—he was stretching, half-yawned, rubbing his dry eyes with his right hand, his glasses were pushed to his forehead, and his whole body twisted unnaturally . .

Aunt Petunia squeezed her lips tightly into a forced smile.

"There are guests at home."

"Want me to pretend I'm not home?" Harry asked muffled, thinking he might be able to climb out the window and find something to eat at Sirius's.

"It's someone you know!" she said in a low voice, her hands twisted together, her knuckles turning white.

Harry was taken aback, he just wanted to refute, how is this possible? But there was indeed a faint voice chatting downstairs, who could it be? He guessed wildly, it couldn't be Mr. Bagshot, right? Did he succeed in the interview?

Harry raised his feet and ran downstairs—Aunt Petunia behind him stretched out her hand in despair, her lips squirmed and mouthed: hair... But Harry was gone, and the sound from downstairs was getting louder and louder. It became clearer and clearer that one of them was Uncle Vernon, and the other——

"Groning Drilling Company? Yeah, I know... I worked for Neil's company, not long, just a small executive...ah, you are also a supervisor? What a coincidence..."

"Professor Hemp!?" Harry exclaimed in disbelief.

He rubbed his eyes vigorously, suspecting that he was dreaming. Professor Happer, Uncle Vernon, and Dudley are sitting at the dinner table, having a good time talking - from Harry's point of view, as long as Uncle Vernon doesn't go into a rage and Dudley doesn't hide in the closest hiding corner , even if the atmosphere is quite harmonious.

"Oh, Harry?" Felix looked over and couldn't help laughing, "Your hair——"

Harry rubbed the top of his head, and just by the feel of his hand, he knew that it must be a mess, because he hadn't bothered to take care of it recently. Now that the professor saw the sloppy look, he felt a little embarrassed, and embarrassedly said Try to smooth it out.

"I have a comb here, if you need it—"

"Yes!" Harry yelled. He walked over and sat next to Professor Haip, staring at him as he took out a comb from his exquisite coat pocket. something? But he grinned when he noticed that the professor was offering the comb with his left hand.

This kind of secrecy is not enough for outsiders.

So Uncle Vernon and Dudley could only stare at the emerald ring and comb in Felix's hand with the same small eyes.

Aunt Petunia shuffled in, because there was one more person than usual - and Harry figured none of them would have the courage to sit with Professor Hemp, so she had to squeeze in between her husband and son, looking like a Like a layer of spinach between two thick slices of bread.

The dinner is not rich.

It's all simple food, especially compared with the well-made glass wine bottles that obviously shouldn't appear on the table, they are set off even more shabby. Harry actually saw a hint of embarrassment on Aunt Petunia's face, he was secretly surprised, he really couldn't figure out what kind of magic the professor cast.

"The food doesn't seem to be enough, if you don't mind, I can cast a spell—"

"No!" Aunt Petunia screamed excitedly, and Uncle Vernon's thick neck swelled suddenly. Harry knew that the professor's words violated the taboo of the Dursleys, and they didn't want to hear anything and magic. related vocabulary, so he was very surprised that the professor was not in a hurry, and there was still a faint smile on his face.

"Really? But I think he's looking forward to it," Felix said.

Harry immediately turned his head to look at his cousin Dudley, and he saw a strong longing in those eyes, so he knew the reason. Is the master of this house. Harry was tired of watching it since he was a child, not to mention the example that has just been staged in the past few days: Aunt Petunia cried and tried to persuade, and finally ended in failure in the "comic book battle".

He was just surprised that the professor discovered the truth in such a short time.

Felix snapped his fingers lightly.

A row of golden plates descended from the sky. Sausages, delicacies, pies, steaks, smoked fish, salads, pumpkin juice, orange juice... the tables are packed to the brim. Harry was no stranger to these foods, and it seemed to him that the professor had brought the Hogwarts kitchen over.

Aunt Petunia's eyebrows tightened even more, and she tried her best to lean back, as if she wanted to escape from the chair. After failing, she shook her head nervously from side to side, for fear that some neighbors would be lying on the window to see this. In one scene, Uncle Vernon was panting heavily, and his face turned purple visibly to the naked eye.

Dudley looked at it wincingly, then jumped up.

To be honest, this scene is quite shocking, if it is not commonplace, Harry probably will not be calm. But he's hungry now, and it's a novel experience to eat school food for the summer, and he happily sticks a chicken leg with a fork.

"Uh, can we serve dinner?" Harry asked belatedly.

"I'm a guest." Felix said implicitly, his eyes gliding from Vernon, Petunia, and finally fell on Dudley. "It's up to you... I'm familiar with both sides, and these things should suit your tastes. Harry ate these things at school." He added, "Unless you're trying to lose weight."

Boom.

Dudley swallowed. The power of that statement was enormous, thought Harry. Since the summer vacation of the third grade, Dudley has been trying to resist the recipes at home for two years since Dudley was sent a warning letter by the school doctor because of obesity.

"Dudley—" said Aunt Petunia sharply.

Dudley stared at her with small eyes, and stubbornly climbed onto the table with one hand. Feinon coughed violently, his mustache trembled wildly, and the trotter-like hand stopped hesitantly. After waiting for a few seconds, it started to move again, persistently pushing away the vegetarian salad they were going to eat, silently expressing the protest from the owner.

Uncle Fernon sighed heavily, picked up the fork, "Okay, you win, let's eat." As he said, he inserted a chicken leg—Harry had already chewed it—he viciously Bite off a large piece of meat.

Dudley inserted a whole steak with lightning speed and bit into it, splashing the juices.

Aunt Petunia seemed determined not to eat at all. She sat on a chair with her arms crossed, staring at the air in the middle of the table. Even Harry could sense her determination, turning his head to Professor Happer, who seemed not to see him, and was spooning mushroom soup.

In the middle of the meal, Dudley had completely let go of his scruples. He ate more meat tonight than this week combined, and his mouth was full of oil. Seemingly forgetting his fear, he stood up bravely and reached for the smoked fish in front of Felix.

"Is it delicious?" Felix asked suddenly.

Bending over, Dudley was stunned for a moment, raised his head and muttered: "It's delicious."

"Then why don't you get some for your mother?"

Dudley's fat arm was hanging in the air, and he stared blankly at Felix. It seemed that Felix had just told a very powerful riddle. From Dudley's face, it seemed that he could clearly feel that I realized that he was going through a series of complex psychological activities. After a moment's struggle, he placed a smoked fish on Penny's clean, empty plate.

Before he could aim for the second smoked fish, his mother began to cry.

"You are so cute, Dada..." Her thin arms hugged Dudley tightly, "What a, what a cute child..."

Felix and Harry exchanged a silent look, expressing their reservations.

But Petunia no longer refuses to eat.

Harry was amazed by Professor Haip's behavior, and he seemed to have discovered the trick: as long as he mastered his cousin's emotions, the professor would be invincible. And now it seems that Dudley doesn't reject Professor Haipu, or rather, doesn't fear...

The set of comic books played a vital role.

Satisfied with food and drink, Felix snapped his fingers again, and this time it was dessert. No need to ask any more, Dudley was the first to pounce on it. When everything was over, Felix waved his hand, and everything disappeared.

"Tell me," Feinong gritted his teeth, slumped on the sofa, and said forcefully, "What conspiracy do you have?"

"Conspiracy?" Felix asked with some amusement.

There was a sudden silence in the room, as if everyone realized that the visit would not end on a happy note. Harry pricked up his ears, Dudley was holding a piece of cauldron cake, and even Aunt Petunia, who was pretending to be busy in the kitchen and clinking bottles and jars, was standing in the doorway at some point.

"That's right," Fernon said harshly, "I figured it out when I ate, don't think I'm easy to fool, or my heart softens just because of a meal...I tell you, it's impossible! But you're better than me The stupid big guy I've seen, be smart—"

"Hagrid is not an idiot!" Harry was enraged.

Uncle Vernon narrowed his eyes.

"Ah, I see, you want to talk to me about something serious," Felix said.

"You're right!" Feinon turned his head quickly, and kept talking to the air, "You used to work for Neil's company, which is a big company...but look, I'm not bad either. , I am an excellent sales executive, I have seen all kinds of people... If someone plots against my property, or the house..."

"Are you crazy?" Harry yelled. "Me? Coveted your house?"

"I'm not crazy, on the contrary I'm sober." Fernon's eyes shone shrewdly, he gritted his teeth and said, "There have been signs, haven't they? That—that guy named Voldemort, he has been killed Got it, kid, you have no reason to stay here..."

"Fernon," Aunt Petunia called from the kitchen door.

"Listen to me! That Voldemort has been captured...we are safe, but this kid is still refusing to leave, Petunia, think about it, why?"

"I want to know why too!" Harry roared.

Felix cleared his throat.

"It seems that there is very little communication between you. As long as you have a little understanding of the magic world, you will understand that this kind of worry is completely unnecessary and just a delusion."

"Delusion?" Fenon stared.

"That's right," Felix nodded. He crossed his legs, waved his hand, and a cup of steaming tea appeared in his palm. "My plan wasn't to answer people's questions, but now I can take a few minutes because it's easy to explain."

Fernon showed his energy to negotiate, and his small eyes fixed on Felix's face. Same goes for Penny.

"First of all, this house," he looked around with interest, "is run by Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts—you know who he is?" On Ni, her expression was stiff. "That's simple. As a powerful wizard, he has arranged profound protection magic around him, with family blood as the bond. Its function is not only to protect the underage Harry, but also to protect you from harm."

"The magic effect will last until Harry becomes an adult. During this period, Harry must live here for a period of time every year, not much, just a few weeks."

"Now that Voldemort has been captured, his henchmen are pretty much wiped out. The reason why Harry is still here, well - I can only guess, because I am not in charge: it may be because Voldemort is still here. Not dead, just to be cautious, it's better not to let the magic fail."

"Can he escape?" Fernon said disgustedly, "Put it on our side—"

"There are also many people who have escaped from prison." Felix nodded and added. Fernon's face flushed red.

"Wizards and Muggles—that is, ordinary people—are similar in some aspects, such as emotions; but a few different places—especially the parts related to magic, may be very different. For example, in the topic we are talking about In it, Voldemort is a pretty scary dark wizard.”

"He is different from the armed gangster in your impression, he is more dangerous, much more dangerous... For example, if you give him time, he can easily destroy London."

The Dursleys shivered.

"You, don't even think about—"

"No matter how strange you feel, it is true. Decades ago, he planned to occupy the Ministry of Magic and extend his tentacles into the world of ordinary people. He and his men tortured Ordinary people are happy, and they are responsible for many headless koans that you are familiar with in reality.”

"Harry's parents stood up against Voldemort at the time, I don't know if they told you - but they did do the right thing. After that... probably some people died on both sides, Voldemort was unstoppable for a while, until He went to the Potters—"

"The Boy Who Lived!" Dudley said suddenly, pointing at Harry: "He killed Voldemort."

Two inhalation sounds.

"That's a misinformation," Felix corrected, "Voldemort wasn't dead, he was just - er, badly wounded, in your terms, and had to go into hiding. There's another fallacy, too. It wasn't Harry who severely wounded Voldemort, but his mother, Lily, who cast a complex protective spell. In short, a life for a life."

"Harry was sent to you for the reason I mentioned earlier. He is not happy here. Although I have no position to blame you, from a neutral point of view, I still advise you to restrain yourself a little. After all, you The time together won't be too long. If Harry's admirers find out...

Yes, he has admirers. There are still many.

When Harry becomes an adult, I don't care how he chooses, that's his own business, but there are some things you need to know..."

"For example, wizards never worry about houses. Taking me as an example, as long as I have enough materials, I can build a small town in a day. And I do have similar plans, but not now."

The Dursleys stared wide-eyed, and they couldn't tell if the man in front of them was making up nonsense.

"It's true," said Harry impatiently, "that the professor built a castle over a hundred feet in a very short time. The world's corporate headquarters."

"Company? Whose?" Fernon asked sensitively.

"Mine," said Felix cheerfully.

"Aren't you a professor at that school?" Feinong asked quickly, as if he was happy to find a loophole in his words.

"Oh, you have to allow me to have a side job."

Fernon muttered twice, and pointed at Harry suspiciously.

"This kid can also build a house?"

"Harry's talent is not in this, I'm just giving you an example, wizards can do a lot, such as on a rocket-well, let's get back to the topic, Harry is born with active magic, maybe this brings you There are some troubles... But, he will be an excellent fighter, just like his parents. In some respects, he has surpassed. Voldemort's downfall is directly related to your nephew."

…

As Harry sent Felix to the door, he asserted:

"Professor, you are doing useless work, I can swear they will not change anything in the future."

"You're right, some people are hopeless," Felix agreed.

"Then why——"

"I said, how to deal with relatives is your own business, and I don't intend to use a few words to make them change, that's unrealistic. But at least, I don't want your relationship to become worse because of my visit Poor."

Harry looked down and thought, the professor seemed to help him, but the professor himself denied it.

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot the business, Harry, where does Mr. Bagshot live?"

"It's nearby...what's the matter?"

"Unfortunately, he can't come back, something bad happened... I was ordered to pack his luggage."

"He, he's dead?" Harry's eyes widened~IndoMTL.com~The image of the frail, sometimes gentle, sometimes gloomy old man appeared in Harry's mind. He cursed the Dursleys himself, but Harry already considered him a friend.

"Ha, wonderful association!" Felix couldn't help laughing, "I will pass on your 'concern' to him."

Basically, the long story about the Dursleys is over, and it may be mentioned sporadically later, or appear in extra episodes. As Felix said, it is unrealistic to change a person with a few words. He is just an outsider, and cannot and should not make decisions for Harry.

In the original book, even the near-life-death scene couldn't break the defense of the Dursleys. I can't think of a more shocking scene, so the change can only happen to Dudley.

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