trainer at hogwarts

Dudley was curious, what was the story of his parents? Isn't it just an ordinary happy family?

"I'm very curious!" Dudley stared at Morris while chewing the chicken leg.

Why didn’t I see that a fat guy like you, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, also has Chitanda’s passive skills...

"I'm so curious." Morris didn't intend to tell such a depressing story on this beautiful day.

But Dudley looked suspicious: "Are you telling nonsense? I don't know what's going on with my parents. How can they tell stories if they are so good?"

oh? The little fat man actually knows how to provoke the general, but I just won't tell you what you can do.

"Believe it or not," Morris said indifferently, leaning on his chair.

Dudley: "..."

This magician is very bad.

"Maurice, isn't this why you came to us?" Harry tried to smooth things over.

"Of course not." Morris said simply. "If nothing happens, someone will take you through the novice tutorial. I will go with you then."

"That's it?"

"What is the novice tutorial?"

Morris: "..."

After explaining it to the two of them, Harry readily agreed. In fact, even if Maurice didn't say anything, Harry still wanted to pull him over.

"So what's the story about my parents?" Dudley still held on to the topic.

It's still too late... Morris was speechless: "It's not time for you to know yet. You will understand in the future. Harry, I don't ask you to live in peace with their family, but living there now is the best choice. .”

Harry frowned: "I don't quite understand..."

"...This question shouldn't be answered by me." Morris said with empty eyes, "Another point is, don't reveal what I said to you today."

Dudley and Harry nodded together.

…………

Harry waited quietly for the notification to arrive, feeling that every day passed very slowly.

Finally, when the owl flew to the door of Dursley's house with the letter, Harry was pleasantly surprised to find his own letter.

Harry handed the letter to Vernon as usual, and then prepared to go back to his room with his own letter.

Dudley stared at this scene from behind the sofa with two big eyes. The look of this letter was different from the one sent by the magician. It must be the mystery school that Harry would go to in the future. He was very curious about what was written on the letter, but he did not dare to say a word.

"Huh? That person from the Hill family wrote to you again?" Vernon glanced at Harry unhappily, "I really don't understand why he is so nice to you. If he knew what happened to you, he would definitely not I’m willing to contact you again, hahahaha!”

"That's right, you have to be self-aware." Penny said disdainfully, "They are only willing to say a few words to you because they see you as pitiful. Those people in the upper class are like this."

Dudley was trembling and didn't dare to speak.

Mom and Dad, please stop talking. You know, that magic stick is much scarier than Harry!

I have sacrificed so much for this family.

"Maurice is not like you!" Harry shouted. "The likes of you will never deserve to hate him!"

Vernon and Petunia were stunned for a moment. This boy actually yelled at them?

Reversed, all reversed!

Vernon snatched the letter from his hand and picked up Harry's collar fiercely: "What did you say?"

"I said you don't deserve it!" Harry yelled, squeezing his neck.

Penny took the letter, and the "H" in her memory appeared in front of her again. This time, the owner of the letter is still not her.

Hogwarts... that damn school!

"Honey, don't be angry." Petunia said in a strange tone. She pulled Vernon and walked to Harry.

I tore the letter into pieces in front of him.

Penny screamed: "Go back, go back!"

Harry opened his mouth slightly, a little unresponsive.

Dudley climbed out from behind the sofa, gave Harry a look, walked to Petunia, and helped her to the sofa: "Mom..."

Vernon panicked. Between his wife and Harry, he decisively chose his wife: "My dear, don't be angry. Don't be angry."

Harry was baffled by this incident. He picked up the torn letter on the ground and prepared to go back and put it back together again.

"Burn it! Burn it for me!"

"Okay, I'll burn them right away." Vernon rushed to Harry, grabbed the scraps of paper and threw them into the fireplace, "Honey, look, they're all burned." Then he turned around and said fiercely. Harry said, "Why don't you go to your room quickly!"

Harry's face fell and he clenched his fists.

Seeing that he was about to take action, Dudley gestured anxiously, "Calm down, be calm, don't be impulsive!"

Harry was silent for a while, then turned back to the storage room.

He closed the door, sat on the ground, buried his head between his knees, and sobbed secretly.

Why……

……

"Is this the will of the world? Even with Dudley's help, he still didn't see his admission notice in the first place."

In the evening, Morris sat at his desk with Dudley's letter on the table.

Gardevoir sat on the chair: "Then what are you going to do next, Master?"

Morris shook his head and smiled: "How is it possible? Since the wheel of history has rolled back on its own track, of course we will continue to let nature take its course."

Maurice thought that Harry's mastery of magic and Dudley's assistance might prompt Hagrid to appear earlier, but he didn't expect that this time, due to other reasons, Petunia tore the letter into pieces and ultimately failed to escape. The fate of the fireplace.

"This time it's a letter from that little fat guy." Gardevoir tilted his head, "Is Harry autistic?"

"It's possible. After all, his current situation is really aggrieved." Morris said sheepishly, "Isn't it too inhumane for me to do this?"

Gardevoir pondered for a moment: "...I know that the master is thinking about Harry, but Harry may not be very clear."

Morris helplessly turned the quill in his hand in a circle: "Yeah... Fortunately, I raised his favorability level before, otherwise it would be inconvenient to go against the protagonist of this world. "

He took a piece of clean paper and wrote on it "Don't interfere, just wait and see what happens." After that, he called Tutu, the owl in the garden, and sent it back to Dudley.

"If it were me, I would never be disappointed with the master." Gardevoir suddenly said something.

Morris laughed out loud: "Ha, we have always been the best partners, haven't we?"

Gardevoir nodded seriously.

……

late at night.

Dudley secretly fed the owl with bread, and then took a piece of paper from its feet.

The big round face was wrinkled.

I really paid too much for this family...