Chapter 22 The Creepy Harry

Chapter 220 Creepy Harry

Hermione's words made sense, and Ginny immediately stared at Hermione with adoration in her eyes.

When it was finally time to say goodbye, on the Hogwarts train, only George could easily read the book.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, they said goodbye, full of reluctance.

Everyone is clamoring for more contact during the summer vacation, and more phone calls, and promises not to lose contact like last time.

For the first time in his life, Harry was not going home. He finally didn't have to go back to Uncle Vernon's house, to the cold, horrible prison, and he was grateful to George with all his heart for it.

Although he still lives on Privet Drive, he has his own house. He mortgaged his post-graduation work life to George's house, at least he thought so.

He guessed that George didn't really care if he worked for him after graduation. But he has already decided that if he graduates, he will definitely feel more at ease going to work with George. Since there is a wise and friendly friend, why do you want to seek help from others?

Hermione also looked excited. When you were at the academy, you couldn't imagine what she looked like now. But as soon as I got to the train, I thought of seeing my parents soon. Hermione was as happy as a child, although she was indeed a child.

"I guess my parents have been ♀ long ♀ wind ♀ text ♀ learning, w♀ww.c±fwx.n︽et waiting for me at the station." Hermione said a little proudly, but also a little embarrassed, "I I told them several times that I didn't have to wait for me in advance, I could even go home by myself. But they couldn't help it, they missed me so much, and I missed them so much."

Once she left Hogwarts, Hermione was no longer a genius or a good witch. She became Miss Granger, a chatty, jolly little girl.

Ginny was as lively and happy as Hermione, and she missed her parents very much. She was only in first grade, and it was the first time she had left home. This year has not been easy for her. She has been away from home for a year, and she has endured the torture from Riddle for half a year.

Even if all of these are completely resolved in the end, she also has close friends, and she has become good friends with Harry and Hermione. But the fear lurking in her heart, a trace of indelible anxiety, maybe only Mrs. Weasley can really ease her.

Instead, Ron is the purest of all. He has the least idea and is simply happy with everyone. Comparatively speaking, he can be regarded as a person who goes with the flow. He is always a supporting role in school.

At home he never stood out.

Ron is the youngest boy in the Weasley family, but there is no preference for the younger son at all. The most beloved in the family was Ginny, Weasley's only girl for generations.

Most of the time Ron had been before, before he met George, before he found a lucrative job at a mutual aid society. His clothes, robes, books, and wand were all old things his brothers had used.

If you have five brothers, you'll never need anything new. Not just new stuff, you'll never get your mom and dad's attention, especially if you have a cute little sister.

But none of this affected Ron, who was always able to entertain himself alone. One person plays chess with oneself, one person talks to oneself, one person is in a daze, one person interrupts with oneself.

He can make friends with anyone, whether it's Harry Potter, the savior, Hermione Granger, or the best student ever at Hogwarts, George Soros.

Ron may not have much character, not many highlights. But he was him, the humble but always there Ron Weasley.

The Hogwarts train finally slowed down and stopped at King's Cross Station. Harry said goodbye to everyone for the last time, and accepted everyone's wishes, "Happy home, happy summer!"

Under George's training and the change of nutritious meals, Harry at this time is much taller and stronger than last year. The heavy suitcase no longer bothered him, nor did the taxi driver see that he was a child.

It's a pity that I didn't meet the kind and chatty uncle driver last time. If they met this time, Harry might be able to invite him over to his house, he now had a home of his own.

18 Privet Drive, half a block from Uncle Vernon's house, near a lively street.

Last year, Harry was only in his new home for a few days when he was invited by Ron to the Burrow, and it was only then that he had the opportunity to know his home again.

Elegant and exquisite single-family villa, the small garden seems to be trimmed and looks neat.

"Maybe Aunt Barbara?" Harry muttered to himself.

Barbara Brook, a kind housewife living on Privet Drive, was hired by George as a maid to take care of Harry's day-to-day life. She will take care of Harry throughout the summer to avoid the hassle of Harry not being able to stay at home alone because he is underage.

Harry took out the key, gently twisted the door, and immediately took a breath of cold air. A figure he absolutely never expected appeared in front of him.

Before he took out his wand, before he dropped the box, before he was ready to resist.

"Boom, boom." A middle-aged woman had already nibbled twice on Harry's face.

Harry wiped the dirt on his face desperately with his sleeves, and shouted hysterically, "Why are you here?"

"Why am I not here?" The middle-aged woman looked at Harry with an idiot-like expression, as if to express sympathy for Harry's IQ. But she immediately changed the discrimination and squeezed out some kind smiles, which embarrassed her.

She said softly, "Harry, we are inseparable family, blood is thicker than water. We are the closest and most connected family in the world. No matter what happens, no matter what happens, we We're all family. We'll always be together, we'll always be family."

"No!" Harry screamed in horror, a dying look on his face.

Another big fat middle-aged man squeezed over, and he dragged Harry into the room and closed the door. He blinked mischievously, whispered softly, and said kindly.

"Silly boy, what nonsense are you talking about, we are a family with blood thicker than water, broken bones and tendons. Even if there is any misunderstanding, it will be past with the blink of an eye, we know it's wrong, we still love you ."

Harry only felt horrified, looking at the two familiar and unfamiliar people in front of him. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were now completely different people, as if by magic.

(To be continued.)