Hogwarts: From Squibs to Greatness

Chapter 113 Visiting the Dursleys

Midnight, 1993th July 7, 9 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey,
Harry was huddled in his own bed, lying on his stomach, blankets drawn over his head like a tent, flashlight in one hand, Bathilda Bagshot's A History of Magic spread out against the on the pillow.

As the eagle quill moved across the paper, Harry frowned, looking for something to help him with his dissertation titled 'The Burning of Witches in the Fourteenth Century Is Sheer Nonsense'.

The quill stopped on a passage that seemed to be of some value, and Harry pushed his round glasses up the bridge of his nose, brought the flashlight close to the page, and read:

"In the Middle Ages, people who didn't know magic were particularly afraid of magic, but they didn't have enough knowledge of magic."

"Occasionally, they catch a real witch or wizard. Burning is useless at all. The wizard just needs to cast a basic fire spell, pretending to scream in pain, and enjoying the tingling pleasure."

"Weird Wen Delin liked the feeling of being burned so much. She deliberately disguised herself in various ways and let people catch her 47 times."

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Holding the quill between his teeth, Harry reached under the pillow and produced his inkwell and a roll of parchment.

Slowly and carefully he unscrewed the cap of the ink bottle, dipped the quill in it, and began to write, pausing now and then to listen.

Because Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and their son Dudley's attitude towards magic is very similar to the medieval people recorded in "A History of Magic". If there is still fire at the stake, Harry feels that they will definitely cast it on him .

If any of the Dursleys heard the rustle of his quill when he got up to go to the bathroom, he'd be locked up in the cupboard under the stairs all summer.

After being rescued by Ron and the others from the Dursleys' house last summer, he was too excited and forgot about coming back, which made his situation even more difficult now.

They were always on tenterhooks for fear that anyone would find out that Harry had spent the last two years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

But all they could do was to lock up Harry's spellbook, wand, cauldron, and broomstick at the start of the summer holidays, and not allow Harry to talk to the neighbors.

Not being able to get a spellbook was a real problem for Harry these days, as Hogwarts teachers gave them a ton of holiday homework.

One paper in particular was a headache, on potions of shrinking, assigned by Harry's least favorite teacher, Professor Snape.

Professor Snape must have wished that Harry would not finish it, so that he could have an excuse to put him in detention for a month.

So, during the first week of summer vacation, Harry jumped at the opportunity while Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley were out in the front garden admiring the new car that Uncle Vernon's company had bought him.

Harry sneaked downstairs, picked the lock of the storage room under the stairs, grabbed some textbooks, and hid them in his bedroom.

As long as he didn't drip ink on the sheets, the Dursleys wouldn't know he was secretly learning magic at night.

And to add insult to injury is what happened two days ago.

When Harry left the station, Harry gave Ron the phone number. Unfortunately, the Dursleys received a call from Ron during the first week of summer vacation.

It was Uncle Vernon who answered the phone, and Harry remembered that day.

"I'm Vernon Dursley."

Harry happened to be in the room at the time, and when he heard Ron's voice on the other end of the phone, he froze for a moment.

"Hello? Hello? Can you hear me? I want! Find! Harry! Potter!"

Ron was yelling so loudly that Uncle Vernon jumped, holding the receiver a foot away from his ear, and staring at it angrily and terrified.

"Who is it?" he yelled into the microphone, "Who are you?

"Ron! Weasley!" Ron yelled, as if he and Uncle Vernon were speaking across the football field.

"I am! Harry! From school! Friends!"

Uncle Vernon's small eyes turned to stare at Harry, who was frozen in place.

"There's no Harry Potter here!" he growled, holding the microphone with his arms outstretched, as if afraid it might explode.

"I don't know what school you're talking about! Don't contact me again! Don't come near my family!"

He tossed the receiver back onto the phone like he'd dropped a venomous spider.

The ensuing quarrel was unprecedentedly fierce.

"How dare you tell that number! Tell someone like you!" Uncle Vernon yelled, spitting Harry all over the face.

Thinking of this, Harry sighed, and continued to concentrate on doing his homework under the covers.

Harry finished writing Wendelin the Weird and stopped to listen again.

The dark house was silent, only the heavy snoring of his big cousin Dudley could be heard in the distance.

'It must be getting late,' thought Harry.

His eyes were itchy with tiredness, and eventually Harry couldn't help the sleepiness and chose to finish his paper tomorrow night,

So Harry quickly capped the ink bottle, carefully trying to drag out an old pillowcase from under the bed without making any noise.

Put in the flashlight, History of Magic, his papers, quill and ink.

Carefully getting up and getting off the bed, Harry lifted a piece of loose floorboard under the bed, which was the "treasure cave" that Harry accidentally discovered.

After putting these things in, Harry, who had erased all traces, lay down on the bed again. Accompanied by the bright moonlight, Harry gradually fell asleep.

The next morning, when Harry went downstairs to have breakfast, he found the three of the Dursleys already sitting around the kitchen table.

They were watching TV, a brand-new TV that Dudley had given him as a welcome back for the summer, because he'd been complaining that it was too far to walk from the refrigerator to the TV in the living room.

During the summer vacation, Dudley spent most of his time in the kitchen, staring at the TV screen with his small eyes motionless, eating non-stop, and his five-layer thick jaw was shaking all the time.

Harry sat down between Dudley and Uncle Vernon, and the Dursleys watched TV intently as if they hadn't seen Harry enter the room at all.

Fortunately, Harry was used to this and didn't care.

He took a piece of bread himself, and just as he was about to bite it, the doorbell rang suddenly.

Harry and the Dursleys were immediately attracted.

"What are you looking at! Get out of the way and hide behind the cabinet!" Vernon immediately looked at Harry and snapped.

Hearing Uncle Vernon's words, Harry didn't feel anything. He had been used to it for a while, as long as someone came to the door, he would ask himself to hide, because they didn't want others to see him.

Seeing Harry squatting behind the counter with the bread, Vernon stood up and walked towards the door.

"Our family doesn't need sales!" Vernon said loudly and opened the door.

But what caught his eyes was not the salesman he thought, but a tall and handsome boy with red hair and dragon eyes.

The other party was wearing clothes that seemed to be made of expensive fabrics, and stood tall and straight at the door.

Immediately, Vernon's face turned darker, because with such an abnormal appearance, he was naturally Harry's "weird" friends.

Subconsciously, he wanted to close the door, but a huge reverse force came from the door, preventing him from closing the door.

Even if he exerted all his strength, and even put his whole body weight on the door, it would not help.

Even the door was pushed against him and slowly opened. In the end, Vernon could only be pushed aside with a blushing face, watching the door open desperately and powerlessly.

Petunia immediately pulled Dudley to stand behind the table, watching the handsome boy with red hair and dragon eyes slowly walk into the room in horror.

"Good morning, let me introduce myself. My name is John Williams. I'm Harry's classmate at the same school. I'm here to see Harry."

When Harry, who was originally hiding under the counter, heard John's voice, a happy smile appeared on his face, and he stood up directly from behind the counter, just about to say hello to John.

Seeing Uncle Vernon rushing towards him like a train running out of control, he told him to shut up viciously.

Vernon grabbed Harry's shoulders firmly, holding him in place, and turned to look at John.Said: "You are not welcome here, get the hell out of my house, don't think I don't know you guys can't cast magic outside of school!"

After Harry received a warning letter from the Ministry of Magic last year because of Dobby, Vernon knew that these little wizards were not allowed to use magic outside.

So he was not afraid of John at all, and yelled to drive John out.

But in the next second, a certain kind of grand will instantly oppressed Vernon's fat body, interrupting all his words.

Accompanied by a dull sound, Vernon knelt straight on the ground, his whole face turned purple, his body trembled uncontrollably, and his hair was instantly wet with cold sweat.

Because at this moment, in his eyes, John is no longer a handsome young man, but an evil dragon that blocks the sky.

Petunia and Dudley wanted to check on Vernon's situation, but John just glanced at them, and they stood there in horror, daring not to make any more moves

John walked slowly towards Vernon, every crisp sound of his boots on the floor was like stepping on the hearts of the Dursleys.

"Mr. Vernon Dursley, don't think that you can check and balance me by knowing some rules of the Ministry of Magic. Wizards have plenty of means not to disturb the Ministry of Magic."

Vernon bit him hard and put his hands on the ground to prevent himself from lying on the ground, because as John approached, the pressure became stronger and stronger.

"you……"

"If you don't want your precious son to disappear, just shut your mouth!" Vernon's thoughts were clearly visible in front of John under Legilimency
"You are Harry's relatives, so Harry chose to endure your torture, but I am not, even if I will not take the initiative, but that is on the premise that you learn to respect." John's voice was cold.

"You should really thank Harry for his kindness. You must know that wizards have ways to make you die silently, even without a wand."

"I really don't know where you have the confidence to treat a wizard like this!"

After saying this, John withdrew Longwei who was pressing on Vernon.

Immediately, Vernon let out a loud breathing sound like a drowning person breathing again, and then his body softened, and he hit the ground directly.

John ignored the Dursleys and walked up to Harry.

"John!" Harry smiled and gave John a hug.

John smiled and said, "Harry, have you received the invitation letter?"

Harry nodded, let go of John and said, "Got it, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing. I'm going to attend the award ceremony in a few days. I saw that you haven't replied, so I came to see it."

Naturally, John's coming here was not that simple. On the surface, he was indeed here to ensure Harry's smooth participation in his award ceremony in a few days, but secretly his real purpose was to observe the "magic of love" on Harry.

See if it is like what he said in memory, Harry needs to stay in this "home" for a month, relying on the power of his family's blood to maintain his magic.

(End of this chapter)