Chapter 89 The Scumbag Will Explode (Please Subscribe to the Fourth Update)
Chapter 89 The scumbag will explode (please pre-order~Fourth update~)
There was nothing Harry hated more than the month before summer vacation.
He couldn't cast a spell.
Advanced potions also require the use of magic power.
There is nothing he can do.
He could only read theoretical books, so Professor Flitwick sent him a batch with an enclosed letter, hoping that he could go to the Burrow this year and enjoy a happy summer vacation.
But Professor Flitwick's expectations were dashed.
The Weasley family won the "Daily Prophet" grand prize and received a huge compensation from Malfoy. They decided to go to Egypt in the last month of summer vacation - when Harry finished his confinement at his aunt's house, and warmly invited Harry .
Harry didn't agree.
He would rather train with Professor Flitwick, as he still has a lot of room for growth.
The "Horcrux" was like a huge stone, weighing on his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.
Hedwig is not very busy this summer.
Hermione finally remembered that there was something called a "telephone" in this world. They could communicate by phone, which was convenient, fast, and clear.
Hedwig was very satisfied with this. When she was free, she often chased Petunia all day long, asking her to cook owl rations for herself.
This summer vacation is not too difficult.
The Dursleys' attitude towards him had improved a lot.
Dudley's attitude toward Harry changed the most.
Although he didn't dare to disturb Harry when he was reading, he showed enthusiasm during the meal and asked if there was any potion that could make him more handsome.
"Harry, did you fall in love at that school?" Dudley took the knife and fork and tried to look as graceful as possible, "I've had it three times."
"I also held the hands of four little girls."
"I even almost kissed one of them, if it wasn't for that damn teacher..."
Penny listened with great interest.
Every mother is happy to see her son show off his charm.
"You remind me of one of my professors," Harry said softly as he swallowed the fried fish in his mouth.
Dudley was curious.
Harry continued: "He likes to fall in love with students. Like you, he also fell in love three times in one semester."
Fenon frowned: "Scum, scum! Can't there be some normal people among those weird guys like you?"
Dudley didn't have any specific impression of "teacher-student love" yet, and his eyes were still enthusiastic: "Then what? How did it go?"
"It exploded." Harry said simply.
Dudley was stunned.
Harry was kind and slowly raised his fist from the table, raised it to Dudley's eyes, and suddenly opened his fingers: "Bang, it exploded like a firework."
Dudley shivered.
Fenon and Petunia looked horrified.
"Don't scare Dudley, he's different from you freaks." Fenon twisted his body and stabbed the fried fish hard with his fork.
"I'm not kidding." Harry took his hand back, "It really exploded."
Petunia swallowed hard: "Lily never told me that Hogwarts would be so dangerous."
Dudley's face turned pale: "Love... is love such a terrifying thing?"
Harry thought back.
The bed that Yennefer threw out and almost hit her on the head, she nodded with lingering fear: "It's okay with one person, but if it's with multiple people, it's really dangerous."
"No!" Fenon glared and wanted to explain, telling his old love story to correct his son's concept, "My dear Dudley, you have to know that men..."
Penny let out a light sigh, cut the fried fish into small pieces with her knife, and said in a gentle tone, "What should a man do?"
"A man must be single-minded." Fenon immediately changed his face and said seriously, "Harry is right. If you are half-hearted in love, it will really explode."
Dudley turned even paler.
He would never believe such nonsense before. How could such a good person suddenly explode?
until…
He meets Harry and sees magic.
The young boy's heart was filled with the shadow of being unable to solve even arithmetic problems.
A month goes by quickly.
Flitwick came to pick up Harry on time. He looked up at his student and sighed: "Harry, you should go on a good trip to relax."
"Professor, now is not the time to relax, and you know that, Tom." Harry shook his head and dragged his suitcase.
Flitwick raised his wand.
Harry's expression changed: "Is it the Knight Bus again?"
"Can you change it?"
Flitwick said expressionlessly: "No."
Half a day later.
Harry dropped his suitcase off the Knight Bus with the conductor.
"Hey, I'm not your luggage." The conductor bared his teeth and expressed dissatisfaction.
Harry apologized insincerely: "Sorry, I was dizzy and saw it wrong."
"You are taking revenge on me, Mr. Potter." The conductor supported his waist and stood up, "I will give you a surprise when you sit again next year."
"You know me?" Harry tilted his head back.
The conductor pointed at his eyes: "Lion-like eyes, easy to identify."
"I suggest you re-enroll in school." Harry said in a sincere tone.
The conductor was stunned.
Harry continued: "Lions have round pupils. Those with vertical pupils are cats or snakes."
"Really?" The conductor was a little unconvinced. He took out his wand and turned the chocolate in his hand into a Gryffindor House badge. He observed it carefully and his tone became surprised, "Really!"
"A lion's pupils are really round."
He felt that his worldview was somewhat broken. According to Muggles, aren't lions cats?
Harry ignored him, feeling that he had recovered a little, and dragged his luggage to Godric's Hollow.
As usual, have a drink at the bar.
"Harry, I think we need to rest for a few days." After a glass of whiskey, Flitwick suggested, "You've only been on vacation for a month..."
"Professor, I don't need much rest time." Harry said seriously, "I haven't touched magic for a month at my aunt's house."
Flitwick hesitated, sighed, and suppressed what he wanted to say in the wine.
He felt that he had to ask Dumbledore for another month's salary, double salary!
"How is Ragnac doing recently?" Harry asked.
Flitwick shook his head: "He's not having an easy life. After your last report, he was confiscated. That was a big surprise."
"In addition to the weapons he made."
"We also found a lot of weapons and armor he had hoarded a long time ago, and even half a wand."
"Half a wand?" Harry wondered, "What's the use of that?"
"It's useless, but wizards think it's a provocation." Flitwick said this with a sigh, "A non-human race still wants to own a wand."
"He should still be alive, right?" Harry was a little worried.
Flitwick nodded: "Of course, he's still alive, and his life is even better. With the help of the Ministry of Magic, he opened a blacksmith shop."
He bit the word "help" very hard.
"That's great." Harry nodded, "I have a lot of materials hoarded."