Big Boss In The Harry Potter World

Chapter 137: Trouble In Heaven And Trouble On Earth

When Solim was working on his phoenix eggs in Orvis Manor every day, Harry was busy working as Maggie's servant every day. Serving this vicious woman and her dog—yes, Harry was going to serve her dog. It's okay to serve tea and pour water, the point is that the vicious insults to his parents that are always lingering in Harry's ears make Harry almost unable to bear it anymore. Whenever Maggie saw Harry, or when she was talking to the Dursleys, the topic always turned to his parents, followed by insults and cursing.

Harry felt that if this continued, he would be sent to Azkaban without waiting until the holidays were over, or he would send Maggie to a Muggle hospital. Then he was expelled from school for using magic outside of school. If he hadn't been expelled for fear of using magic outside of school, Harry would have given that woman a little color.

But Maggie's presence was not useless, Harry at least began to reflect on himself. His parents can sacrifice themselves to protect him, but they are indifferent when others insult them. I can do something to that woman, yes, I can use magic to teach her a hard lesson, leaving her with an unforgettable memory, but Harry knows that if he really does this, then he will also It's over. Underage wizards not only cast spells outside the school, but are also suspected of attacking Muggles. Hogwarts will definitely expel such students. Then I really have nowhere to go but stay at Dursley's house. Such a consequence is absolutely unacceptable to Harry, and it is precisely because of this that Harry can endure Maggie's various insults to his parents.

Whenever Harry was lying alone in his den, he thought, maybe what Solim said was really right, he should be looked down upon by others, his parents were insulted in front of him, but he was indifferent, and his parents paid for him Life, but I can't do anything when they are insulted. Whenever he thinks of this, Harry's heart is blocked very badly. Whenever he wants to take out his wand and teach that fat woman Maggie a lesson, the name Hogwarts is like pouring a basin of cold water on his head Similarly, it can calm Harry down in an instant. If the price of teaching Maggie a lesson is leaving Hogwarts, Harry will not accept it anyway.

But Maggie Dursley seemed to be testing Harry's limit of endurance on purpose—or, in other words, she was really testing Harry's limit of patience. Perhaps for this vicious woman, seeing Harry wanting to do something but not daring to do so is a kind of enjoyment. The strings of "reason" are getting tighter and tighter--so tight that they are about to break.

Usually Maggie would only stay at the Dursleys' house for two or three days, and Harry could bear it. But this time it was already the fifth day, and Harry felt that he couldn't take it anymore. Maggie became more and more unscrupulous and intensified. She even called Harry to stop when she heard Harry passing by when she was going to the toilet. Listening outside the door to those vicious-language insults to his parents.

Facts have once again proved that people's patience has a limit, and facts have once again proved the truth that if you don't die, you won't die.

After dinner, Maggie did what she always did, insulting his parents in front of Harry, and then Maggie got what she wanted - a resistance from Harry. It's a pity that Cui Rebellion is not what she expected. Everyone knows that Maggie is fat. Of course, Maggie herself knows it too, but in Maggie's impression, she doesn't seem to be fat enough to squeeze a chair To the extent that he is not fat enough to tear the clothes he has put on with extra weight. But Maggie soon lost the time to worry about her body, and now she felt a little floaty—not because of too much wine, and without any implication, but literally.

Maggie is floating on the ceiling of her brother's house now, and the three members of the Dursley family are looking at her dumbfounded.

"Do something! Vernon!" Maggie was still able to speak, but her voice was much sharper than before, "Quickly do something!"

This sentence finally made the other fat man in the family react. Vernon hurriedly reached for his sister who was floating on the ceiling, while Petunia tightly protected Dali and nervously watched her husband's futile movements—— — Vernon couldn't shake or jump up and reach. And this one was looking excitedly at Tokiri while eating the cream cake.

Harry was also happy, watching the funny performances of the Dursleys made Harry release the humiliation he had received during this period. But soon he couldn't be happy-he didn't talk about what the two siblings did, and let Maggie float out of the house.

This is the end.

Harry knew that he couldn't stay here anymore, otherwise people from the Ministry of Magic would soon arrest him and break his wand. Harry couldn't let this happen, he had to escape here as soon as possible. Harry, who was dragging his suitcase and preparing to leave the scene of the crime, would of course be blocked, but now that his face had been torn apart, Harry didn't have any scruples. He simply showed his wand and easily left the place where he would live forever. Unreliable house.

Walking outside and being blown by the wind, Harry's fiery mind gradually began to cool down. Harry, who knew what he had done and what he would face, began to feel depressed. I will be arrested by the Ministry of Magic immediately, then tried, and then I will be imprisoned in Azkaban after my wand is broken, and I will be expelled from Hogwarts......

All these things are on Harry's mind now, he will be a homeless person after he comes out of Azkaban, "Hogwarts will not go, maybe the Weasley family is willing to take him in.

But soon Harry felt that something was wrong, the surroundings were very quiet, it was abnormally quiet——even just now, Maggie could be heard screaming in the sky, but it was gone now, the sound of military engines, the sound of people talking, nothing at all. It's like it's been isolated here. Harry could feel something approaching him, but it was too dark now, and he couldn't see anything. He took out his wand, and Harry finally saw it——a huge black dog was staring at him closely.

...asking for flowers...

Harry backed away in fright, but tripped over a curb. Just when the huge black dog was about to pounce, a huge beam of light shone on Harry's face.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus, an emergency passenger transport for witches or wizards in distress. Just hold out your wand and step on board, and we'll take you wherever you want. My My name is Stan Sunpark, and I'm your conductor tonight." After speaking, the guy named Stan put a note into his coat pocket—obviously, he just read it according to it.

Harry was completely bewildered by this sudden scene. It turned out that he thought that he would die at the "hand" of a dog before the people from the Ministry of Magic came to catch him? Or in the mouth? It doesn't matter.

But the current situation seems to be in his favor?

Harry was half lying on the ground, maintaining a "voluptuous" posture, which stunned Stan. He had seen many passengers, but this was the first time he saw Harry like this.

"What are you doing?"

"I fell."

"Why did you fall down?"

Only then did Harry remember that a big black dog had just arrived. He got up and carefully looked towards the front of the car, but Harry didn't notice anything, as if what just happened was a hallucination.

"Come on, get in the car, I'll help you carry your luggage." After speaking, Stan really "lifted" the luggage with his hands. Obviously, Stan Thornpark is not a wizard, but if he is not a wizard but can do such a job, then he can only be a squib.

But Harry didn't care about this, or rather, Harry didn't realize it at all. He looked at the interior of the vehicle curiously, and it was not the same as the "bus" in his impression: there was no seat, only six beds, and it seemed that these beds were not fixed, because Harry saw There was a bed that was sliding.

"Go inside, thanks." Stan stepped past Harry, "Where?"

"Diagon Alley. 21

"Aha! Ern," Stan turned to look at the people in the cab, "Did you hear that? Diagon Alley!"

For some reason, both Ern and Stan laughed.

Riding the Knight Bus is really not a good experience, Harry already knows that.

"Who's that?" Harry noticed a newspaper in Stan's hand.

"Who is this? Are you kidding?" Stan said incredulously, "You don't even know him? He's Sirius Black!"

Sirius Black, what the name meant to Harry, apparently Harry still didn't know anything about it. What he was worried about now was whether he would be expelled from Hogwarts. .

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