Hogwarts Melon Eater Chapter 52

Harry sat on the bed, still in a trance.

It's literally a 'little' room, full of Dudley's broken toys, but compared to the cupboard under the stairs - that's a huge improvement.

After only one trip, Harry finished moving things, the most important thing was the pillow, which he hugged tightly, but it contained the red hood, Mr. Mighty and the book of spells, and a box of chocolate frogs that Harry couldn't bear to eat. , so many 'contraband' - if caught by Uncle Vernon, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Why are you holding that broken pillow?" Uncle Vernon couldn't stand this petty behavior. "There are pillows on the bed upstairs!"

"Uh—keep a memento!" Harry hugged the pillow tightly, "After all, this is the most precious thing I have."

Uncle Vernon glanced at him, muttered, "Why so ignorant," turned and walked away.

Harry closed the door to the room, and could hear Dudley crying on the first floor, and Uncle Vernon, probably by the hair, "Don't—why—let him get out! That's My—hic! Room!"

Then Aunt Petunia reassured Dudley, telling him that the room was cursed and he couldn't play with toys in it, or he wouldn't be able to eat the delicious blueberry pie again.

It is worth mentioning that the Dursleys believed in the power of occultism, so they did not hold umbrellas in the house, and forbid Dudley to pass under the wooden ladder. Of course, it could also be because Dudley was too fat and would knock the ladder over—

They would watch horror movies and look at Harry whenever Uncle Vernon screamed.

Maybe they think that magic is the evil mysterious power in horror movies. After all, magic has never brought them any pleasant surprises.

Thinking of it this way, it seems that there is nothing incomprehensible to let a nephew with an evil curse live in a cupboard, Harry realizes, a **** horror movie.

"Zizi-zizi--" the electric bell rang.

"Hello! Is anyone home?" A young voice sounded outside, and there might be more than one person coming.

Dudley's crying stopped in an instant - maybe it was his 'friends' at school. Dudley didn't want to show his tears in front of his buddies.

Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon thought so too.

Uncle Vernon quickly sat down on the small sofa and opened a newspaper, pretending to be casual, and he said loudly, "Honey! Open the door!"

"Okay darling!" Aunt Petunia answered loudly, slapping Dudley's face clean with a towel, she hurried to the door, straightened her clothes, and opened the door—

There were five children in front of them, four of them were red-haired, and the only brown-haired girl happened to know Penny, "Anna?!"

"Merry Christmas, Ms. Petunia!" Anna greeted politely, handing over a fresh pie that was copied with the Copy Charm.

"Uh! Merry Christmas," Penny took the pie and looked at the group of children. The boys were wearing ordinary clothes, sweaters and wide-leg pants? There were some misfits, and the young girl stared intently at herself.

Ordinary, Penny looked away, "He's here to find us Dada, right? Dada!"

"Oh, no ma'am," George took a piece of paper that Ron handed him over and glanced up at it, "we're here to find—Harry Potter, does he live here?"

"What! Harry-Potter!" Penny didn't control the volume, "Are you sure?!"

Penny took over the documents George handed over - hoping Harry Potter would join the community primary school 'Chardley Rockets'.

The content is very detailed, and it is neatly stamped with chapters. Although Penny can't recognize what is written on the chapter, it is formal enough.

Harry came out of the small room and saw Anna's group standing at the door. He thought this was the biggest surprise of Christmas.

Ron winked at him, and Ginny ducked behind Ron.

"We are members of the 'Chardley Rockets' at Community Elementary School, a very famous team," Fred told Mrs. Petunia. "Maybe others haven't heard much, but in our The circle is still very famous.”

"Very famous!" Ron added, nodding affirmatively.

"We came to Harry, he was chosen by the teacher to join us because of his talent," Anna flickered casually, "Earlier last month, Mr. McGonagall happened to see him playing a race game with a group of boys. , he ran fast!"

What racing game? Dudley, who ran over to eavesdrop, widened his eyes. Although he didn't know which time, it was certain that they were chasing and beating Harry!

Petunia was a little hesitant, probably thinking when she adopted Harry that he would fly up a tree and his hair would grow overnight, but never thought that this would happen again, "Um... pardon us— "

"Ma'am, and Dudley," Anna said before Penny could say it, "the teacher thinks Dudley is very talented in boxing, she will never miss out, if Harry joins us, she can help introduce an excellent boxing coach."

"Oh," Penny stopped, "so—"

"I don't want to learn any boxing!" Dudley spat, "Don't let Harry join them! Don't!"

This time, Penny didn't push Dudley, even though she couldn't bear it.

"Baby Dada, this is a chance! You have talent in this area! We didn't find out!" She wiped away her tears of excitement. Although she had been numbing her son to be the best, she subconsciously still felt sorry for Dada. The future of power is full of worries.

"We were really careless and almost delayed you!"

"What? No—"

"We Dada have the gift of boxing!" Uncle Vernon ran over, the floor shaking. "This news is the best Christmas present I've ever received! I should have known! Look at those muscles!" patted Dudley's stomach.

The group looked at Dudley's rippling flesh, "Yes, very strong," Anna praised.

"Can we go to Harry? Discuss... er, the situation of the team?" Ron couldn't wait.

Uncle Vernon was suddenly very fortunate to let Harry live in the smallest room upstairs. After all, it was still a room, so he wouldn't leave a conversation. "He's upstairs, the room closest to the stairs."

Uncle Vernon urged, "Be careful, he's a little grumpy."

"There's still some paranoia," Aunt Petunia told everyone to come in. "If he says anything, don't care."

"He's going to fly into trees!" Dudley screamed.

"Baby Dada!" Aunt Petunia gently covered Dudley's mouth and took him to the kitchen, "Let's go eat blueberry pie!"

Anna stepped up the stairs to the second floor. The structure of No. 4 Privet Road was exactly the same as her own. There were pictures of the Dursleys on the wall. It was only their family, and Harry could not be found at all.

It felt like Harry was a qualified house-elf for the Dursleys.

"The great Harry Potter! Merry Christmas!" The twins gave Harry a big hug and handed him the beautifully packaged dung eggs, "Christmas!"

"Thank you! Merry Christmas!" Harry accepted gratefully.

Ron came over and sat on Harry's bed, a handful of dust was raised, "How long has it been since you slept?"

"I just moved here," Harry said helplessly. "My room was much more crowded than here."

"Why are they punishing you?" Ginny looked angrily at the empty room. There was only that broken bed, a worn wardrobe, a set of desks and chairs, and a bunch of weird toys, which were bigger than 'The Burrow'. The Burrow.

"This is already a reward. Of course, my room was crowded before-" Harry shrugged, "Just pretend I'm full."

Ginny gave him a hug, and at the same time took out a rough red woolen sock, "Merry Christmas Harry, everything will be fine!" She was a little shy, "This is a sock I knitted for you. !"

"Thank you! Merry Christmas Ginny!" Harry was more interested in socks than Loli's hug, "It's beautiful! But why only one?"

"The other one was snatched by a goblin," Ron handed Harry a long gift, "Ginny is super sad."

"What's this?" Harry shook the gift box that Ron sent, and there was a crashing sound inside.

"What you need most, my friend!" Ron winked.

Harry curiously opened the gift - Lovegood's special 'Wart Magic Ointment'.

There is also a note next to it, 'Any wart can be cured by medicine, whether it is on the **** or not. '

Harry gasps~ www.mtlnovel.com~ Thanks - Ron - but I'd say I have a very healthy ass, "If it weren't for the girls in this room, Harry would really want to take off his pants to prove it.

"Hahaha—" George patted Harry on the shoulder, "Forgive him, for this ointment he also participated in Ms. Lovegood's spell experiment, if he hadn't been a little shorter, he would have been shaved. It's -- the kind that's missing a part."

"For that matter, Mom held Ms. Lovegood's hand and told her to turn around - they were great friends," Fred added, "but the persuasion didn't work, Ms. Lovegood used the door Key ran to Country M to continue her research—"

"Luna is very happy, saying that her mother's ears are much less harassing flies," Ron dragged his voice, "although no one knows what harassing flies are."

Anna took out a rectangular box from the blue floral bag, "Merry Christmas Harry! It's a new year again, I hope you make progress in your studies and stay healthy!"

"Are you going to say a message? Is it too formal for the Muggle world to give gifts?" Ron whispered to the twins, "Every year you guys remember to say 'Merry Christmas' to me, and I thank Merlin!"

"Anna feature."

"Merry Christmas Anna! Well... wish you a happy day!" Harry took the gift with both hands and opened it. It was a book. Probably no child would want to receive a book at Christmas, but this was an exception.

The heavy red cover - "Those Wizarding Things in the 20th Century".

"Oh my God! You remember!" Harry couldn't wait to flip to the photos of his parents, and he saw them winking at him.

"I bought a developer potion in Diagon Alley, which can make photos move."

This is the best Christmas ever.

Chapter end