Chapter 278 The Weird Aunt Petunia

"...Leni is working hard! Bastard Maca! Keep him away from Leni!"

In the study of Black's old house, Lenny is standing on the wooden ladder dusting the bookshelves. But at her feet, a big spider was rubbing against her calf with its front feet, making her even shake the wooden ladder.

"Don't worry...Xiao Qi actually likes you quite a bit."

Behind the desk full of various books and materials, Maka's slow voice sounded.

"Being liked by a big spider or something, Leni doesn't want it!"

Maca actually quite likes this stronghold. Although the various structures are a bit old, but after a recent renovation and cleaning, some scenes of the glorious period can still be vaguely seen.

Just like this study room, the windows are tightly covered by thick double-layered velvet curtains, but the exquisite magic lamp on the desk is shining brightly.

In this light, everything in the study room is illuminated in every detail.

The wooden bookshelf with warm texture exudes a faint halo in the light, and the ancient and fine carvings show its great value.

The ground is covered with a velvet carpet woven from the fur of the Muttra rat, which is not only delicate and soft, but also has the effect of enhancing resistance to curses and bad luck when stepped on.

"Tuk Tuk"

Just as Maca was arguing with Leni casually, there were two knocks on the door in a well-mannered manner.

"Please come in."

After Maca answered, the door of the study was opened from the outside, and a girl wearing a wizard robe and an apron walked in with a tray.

"Mr McLean, freshly brewed Goldigan tea..."

Maca, who was buried in writing, raised her head when she heard the sound, looked at the slightly pink color and the slightly shimmering crystal in the teacup, and couldn't help but smile.

"Is it the fruit with some bubble pods added this time?"

"yes."

Maca picked it up and took a sip, and immediately sneezed, with several colorful bubbles like soap bubbles popping out of his nose.

"Try to put a little less next time..." He put the cup back into the saucer, and then said, "Lena, take a rest! This room is almost cleaned up, don't be too busy..."

"Hey! Bastard Maca, you're biased!" Leni, who was standing on the wooden ladder, immediately became unhappy, "Why can't Leni take a rest when sister can rest? Leni needs to rest too!"

"You? You can also rest..." Maka waved her hand when she saw her face suddenly brightened, and added, "If you can sit quietly!"

"Let it get out of here, Leni, just sit down!" Leni immediately pointed to the Acantara under her feet, Xiaoqi, and said loudly.

But Maka didn't even lift her eyelids and said, "You think I'll believe you?"

At this time, Lena who was still standing by the desk said softly, "Mr. McLean, I don't need to rest... Actually, I quite like this kind of life."

It is also very strange to say that the personalities of the werewolf sisters are almost two extremes.

The younger sister Leni is simply a monkey jumping up and down, no matter where she goes, she can't stop for a moment; but the elder sister Lena seems to like the quiet and leisurely pace of life, and preparing meals and drinks can be said to be her only thing Hobby.

But from this point, it can also be seen how much she dotes on her lively and active younger sister - for this younger sister, she can live in such a turbulent werewolf group for so many years without a single complaint.

"Then sit down first, Lena." Maca pointed to the sofa next to her, and then waved to the spider squatting at Leni's feet, "Xiao Qi, come here!"

Using the Shrinking Curse, the Acromantula Xiaoqi was turned back into the size of a fingernail, and then gently sent it back to a pen holder on the table.

"Leni, come and sit down too." He said, "Come out with me later..."

"Finally you can go out again!" Leni threw her whole body into the sofa, bounced it a few times before asking, "Bastard Maca! Where are you taking Leni?"

"Go where you need to go.

"

"Where is it? Where is it?" Leni said excitedly, "What are you going to do?"

Maca looked up and rolled her eyes at her.

"Go and apologize!"

...

Thirty minutes later, in the suburbs of London, Little Whinging.

"...Bastard, where are you going?"

In the Dursleys' living room, Harry was about to go to the door, but his Uncle Vernon held him against the wall with annoyed expression on his face.

Dudley looked at Harry proudly from the sidelines, obviously he was also responsible for the farce.

"Listen up you bastard! This summer, you must stay in your damn room and not go anywhere!"

"Why!" Harry said angrily, "As I said, what happened that day has nothing to do with me! Do you understand?"

"It has nothing to do with you? Stop joking!" Vernon Dursley yelled loudly, "Do you think you can fool me? Dada told me that you made him post all day the next day burn!"

"He just caught a cold that night! Got a cold, understand?" said Harry angrily. "How many times do you have to tell me to understand?"

"Catching a cold? In such a hot and stuffy summer?" Aunt Petunia screamed. "You should choose a better excuse if you want to make up a story!"

Harry was also out of breath, and to be honest, he didn't know how to explain it more reasonably.

yes! On a hot night, Darren suddenly caught a cold, which is really unreasonable.

"So what!" He was extremely irritated by the Dursleys' argument, and suddenly waved his hands violently, "Even if I tell you the reason, can you understand? Yes, yes! It's a dementor ! Dementors have appeared! Do you understand?"

"Che—what kind of mess?"

"Catch, soul, monster!" Harry said slowly.

"What kind of weird thing is this dementor?"

"They guard the wizard prison of Azkaban." Aunt Petunia on the side subconsciously said.

As soon as the words came out, there was a two-second silence, and then Aunt Petunia suddenly covered her mouth with her hands, as if she had just accidentally said a disgusting swear word.

Uncle Vernon stared at her, and Harry's mind was in turmoil.

"How do you know?" He was so surprised, his eyes widened and he asked.

Aunt Petunia seemed terrified of herself. She looked at Uncle Vernon tremblingly and apologetically, with her hands drooping slightly, her mouth half-opened, revealing her long teeth.

"Years ago... I heard... that dreadful boy... talking about them to her," she broke off.

"If you meant my mum and dad, why didn't you say their names?" Harry asked loudly, but Aunt Petunia ignored him.

She seemed to be in a panic.

Harry was in shock. Aunt Petunia once had an emotional outburst a few years ago, screaming that Harry's mother was a monster. Besides, Harry had never heard her mention his sister.

However, she actually remembered such details of the wizarding world, and hadn't forgotten them for such a long time.

Harry was amazed. Normally his aunt would do her best to pretend that the wizarding world didn't exist?

Uncle Vernon opened and closed his mouth, opened it and closed it again, obviously struggling to figure out what to say.

He opened his mouth for the third time, and said in a hoarse voice: "So...so...they...well...they...well...really exist, they...well...these dead souls?"

Aunt Petunia moved her jaw slightly, as if to nod.

But at this moment, there was a loud noise in the kitchen. Aunt Petunia immediately screamed, Uncle Vernon stooped to avoid it, and Dudley had already shoved his round body under the table.

And what about Harry? He's looking for the source of this mess...

It wasn't long before he saw a dazed, shaggy barn owl sitting on the window-sill outside the kitchen--it had just bumped into the closed window-pane.

"Owl!" cried Uncle Vernon in pain.

Harry ignored him. He ran across to the kitchen and flung open the window.

An owl stretches out a leg with a small scroll of parchment tied to it. It fluttered its feathers, and flew away as soon as Harry took down the letter.

He gently shook the roll of parchment, on which a few lines were scrawled in black ink, and the paper was full of stains.

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Harry: We already know what happened to you. Don't leave your aunt and uncle's house. Don't cast magic. Someone will pick you up soon.

Arthur Weasley

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"Oh? Are you finally going to tell me the specific situation?" Harry immediately calmed down, and he pondered deeply, "Someone is coming to pick me up? It doesn't look like Mr. Weasley, so who would it be?"

and also--

"No magic?" he whispered to himself, ignoring the Dursleys' yelling.

Is there somewhere he needs to cast his magic? To teach these three unreasonable guys in the living room? Or……

Harry suddenly had a bad feeling.

But sometimes, good things are not easy to come true, but bad things can always become worse.

In this golden dusk, the windows of the Dursleys' house were suddenly darkened, and the cold air of that night quietly permeated the Dursleys' house again.

The darkness is condensing, and the frost is spreading on the surfaces of the various furniture in the room, as if the whole world has fallen into a kind of extremely quiet ice.

Seeing the mist coming out of his mouth, Vernon took a few steps back in fright, and tripped and fell to the floor with a plop.

"Ah, here it goes again! Stop it!" Dudley wailed with all his strength, and buried his face deeply in the corner under the table.

Harry's aunt Petunia, on the other hand, turned pale. Surprisingly, although she was trembling, she leaned against the wall and stared wide-eyed, looking around at everything around her.

At this moment, the living room window snapped open, attracting everyone's attention except Dudley.