i invent at hogwarts

Chapter 157 I Can Kill Harry
Snape showed up with Rigg and Ron on the road opposite 4 Privet Drive in Little Whinging, Surrey.

This is a community belonging to the middle class. The small western-style buildings are under the noon sun, with white walls and various exquisite decorations, which seem to tell the people who come here that the residents living here are in good economic conditions.

The yards of each household are well-maintained, some are blooming with flowers, and some are children's playgrounds.

Snape was carefully observing his surroundings, Ron was full of curiosity, and Rigg opened his mouth wider and wider.

isn't it?
Rigg put his chin back in place with his hands.

This building... Rieger looked at the roof in his field of vision, which was shimmering because of the magic mark, and fell into thought.

Isn't this the same unlucky house where he vomited a chimney when Nicolas May took him back to Hogwarts?
Rigg is also thinking about when he will be free, and then come back to clean the house for the family and be a Rigg version of Santa Claus.

Snape, who had been waiting for a long time, pressed Rigg's shoulder impatiently, who was still in a daze.Rigg was shocked for a moment, and he walked forward with Professor Snape and Ron.

Ron was still amazed as he walked, "Are all Muggle houses so beautiful?"

Ron always thought that the Burrow was the most beautiful house he had ever seen. Even when he saw Hogwarts Castle later, he still thought so firmly, because Hogwarts Castle could not bring him the feeling of home .

Of course, regarding this matter, Ron will change his mind in the future.

These warm and comfortable houses in the Muggle world left a deep impression on Ron, and he secretly vowed in his heart that he would build his own small home like this in the future.

The burrow, which is patchwork, will not smell good at once!
Before coming here today.Ron has never been to the Muggle world. His father, Arthur Weasley, likes Muggle culture and products very much, but Arthur always feels that this is not what children should know.

Every time, Arthur went secretly by himself, never taking Ron with them.

Ron looked curiously at the big bird in the yard next door, which also tilted its head to look at him.

"What are you looking at, fool!"

Suddenly the bird opened its mouth and yelled loudly. The hoarse voice and human words startled the unprepared Ron.

In a panic, he stepped on the right foot of Professor Snape beside him.

A bird that can speak human is not as scary as Professor Snape.

The panic faded, and Ron seemed to be frozen in ice. He twisted his neck and looked up at Professor Snape.

Snape smirked without emotion, "Nice gift."

In his heart, Snape silently crossed out the list he had originally prepared for Ron, and replaced it with a newer and better one, which was more suitable for such a "respecting teachers" Ron's remedial lesson plan.

The joy of meeting Harry soon disappeared in Ron's heart, and he was the mournful and sad Ron at the Weasleys' house again.

The door lock of the Muggle world has no effect on Rigg and the others.Rigg just let the end of the wand in his sleeve stick out, tapped lightly on the door lock, and whispered a spell.

door, open.

Lige and the others walked into this strange courtyard carefully, and they could see how much the owner loved the children.

The yard is littered with children's stuff, from small wooden horses to brand new small beanbags and even a half-assembled slide.

Snape had no expression on his face, but was very satisfied in his heart.

He loathes and hates James, but Harry is Lily's only blood after all, and it is what he expects to have a happy childhood unlike his.

Dreaming back at midnight, Snape also thought about whether the young Harry, like him and Lily, would meet other wizard children and start his life from there.

But he never told anyone about it, as long as Harry was doing well, Snape thought with some relief.

The faint impression of Harry's painful childhood before coming here gradually dissipated. After all, Rigg only guessed that Harry was not doing well, and Harry didn't say anything about it.

Rigg, who was in the lead, stepped forward and knocked politely on the door.The doorbell of Harry's house seemed to be broken, and it was beaten flat by something. Rigg pressed it a few times, but there was no sound.

"Dong dong dong."

"Excuse me, is anyone there?"

Rigg shouted again at the top of his voice, this time he could hear a footstep approaching from a distance, and finally stopped at the door.

Rieger had heard this kind of rattling footsteps from his mother, Stephanie.For some reason, many girls like to walk on tiptoes, and Hermione did the same later.

With a squeak of the button, a square narrow frame above the door was pulled up, and a pair of nervous and tired eyes looked outside.

Aunt Petunia was really tired today, and Dudley had been screaming since morning to fight Harry again, insisting that Petunia let Harry out of the cupboard under the stairs.

How could Petunia agree to release Harry, the monster who beat her son in some nasty way?
Tired of dealing with Dudley's demands, the tall lanky woman retreated into the room again, claiming to be studying his company affairs.

All day long, Petunia has to do everything in this house, and she really can't cope with the new guests right now.

Rigg and Ron were too short for Petunia to see at all, and Snape was standing too close to the door, so Petunia could only see a black silk chest, not anyone.

She muttered in her heart that the new guest was really impolite, but she shouted with a smile on her face, "Which guest is it, I'm really busy, look at my brain..."

Just by looking at the fabric on Snape's chest, Petunia could tell that it was a rich man.

Rich people are friends, she smiled and opened the door swiftly.

The door had just been opened, and Aunt Petunia seemed to have cast a curse. She opened her mouth and looked at the door. The devilish blond kid who had given her nightmares for days, her eyes were protruding, and her face His wrinkles were made more pronounced by fear.

Aunt Petunia let out an inhuman gasp, her protruding eyes glanced back and forth at Rig, Ron, and the tall Snape, but she couldn't say a word.

At this moment, Dudley, who couldn't get any response from his mother, ran down the stairs. After a week of quiet feeding by Aunt Petunia, his muscular body gained weight again.

Dudley screamed loudly, bumping his gloved hand, "Mum! Just let Harry out! I'm sure I'll kill him this time!"

The blood on Petunia's face faded in an instant, and she looked like she was about to fall down at any time, but she still struggled to let out a scream from her throat, "Baby Dudley, run!"

　It's finally here, the one I've been waiting for for so long.

　　How can Harry save the wizarding world, and Dumbledore gave him such a childhood?

　　I don't allow it!

　　Please recommend tickets and monthly tickets———

　　
　
(End of this chapter)