i invent at hogwarts

Chapter 157 I can kill Harry

Snape took Rigg and Ron to Little Whinging, Surrey, on the road opposite No. 4 Privet Drive.

This is a middle-class community. The small western-style buildings in the midday sun, with white walls and various exquisite decorations, seem to tell the visitors that the residents living here have good economic conditions.

The yards of each household are carefully taken care of, some are full of flowers, and some are children's playgrounds.

Snape was observing his surroundings carefully, Ron's face was full of curiosity, and Rigg's mouth was opening wider and wider.

Isn't it?

Rigg put his chin back into place with his hand.

This building... Rigg looked at the shimmering roof in his field of vision because it was marked by magic and fell into deep thought.

Isn't this the same unfortunate house where Nicolas Flamel vomited up the chimney when he took him back to Hogwarts?

Rigg was also thinking about coming back to clean the family's room when he had free time, and be a Rigg version of Santa Claus.

Snape, who had been waiting for a long time, impatiently pressed the shoulder of Rigg, who was still in a daze. Rigg suddenly became excited and walked forward with Professor Snape and Ron.

Ron was 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 firmly thought so because Hogwarts Castle could not give him the feeling of home.

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Snape gave an emotionless fake smile and said, "Not a bad gift."

Dudley screamed loudly and bumped his gloved hands, "Mom! Just let Harry out! I will definitely beat him to death this time!"

The door is open.

The blood on Petunia's face faded instantly, and she looked shaky and about to fall down at any moment, but she still struggled to squeeze out a scream from her throat, "Dudley, baby, run!"

Every time, Arthur went secretly by himself, never taking Ron or the others with him.

The panic subsided, and Ron seemed to be frozen. He turned his neck and looked up at Professor Snape.

Rigg and Ron were too short for Petunia to see them at all, and Snape stood too close to the door. Petunia could only see a black silk chest and no one.

Snape's face was expressionless, and he was very satisfied.

Rich people are friends. She smiled and opened the door quickly.

In his mind, Snape silently crossed out the list he had originally prepared for Ron and replaced it with a newer, better and more suitable make-up lesson plan for Ron who respected teachers.

Aunt Petunia made a gasping sound that was not human-like. Her protruding eyes glanced back and forth at Rigg, Ron and the tall Snape, unable to say a word.

He panicked and stepped on the right foot of Professor Snape beside him.

When he dreamed back at midnight, Snape once thought about whether the young Harry would meet other wizard children like he and Lily, and start his own life.

The yard is full of children's items, from wooden horses to brand new small cornhole bags, and even a half-assembled slide.

"Is anyone here?"

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

As soon as the door was opened, Aunt Petunia felt as if a curse had been cast on her. She looked at the door with her mouth open, and saw the demonic blond boy who had given her nightmares for several days. Her eyes were bulging, and her face was

The wrinkles are more obvious because of fear.

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

"Dong dong dong."

She muttered in her heart that the new guest was really rude, but she shouted with a smile on her face, "Excuse me, who is this guest? I'm really busy, look at my brain..."

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

He loathes and hates James, but Harry is Lily's only bloodline after all, and being able to have a happy childhood unlike him is what he looks forward to.

Rigg, who was the leader, walked forward and knocked politely. The doorbell of Harry's house seemed to be broken and was beaten flat by something unknown. Rigg pressed it several times but no sound came out.

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

At this moment, Dudley, who didn't get a response from his mother, ran down the stairs. His strong figure had gained weight after a week of Aunt Petunia's silent feeding.

Ron looked curiously at the big bird in the yard next door, and the bird tilted its head and looked at him.

How could Petunia agree to release Harry, a monster who had beaten her son in some dirty ways?

The tall and lanky woman was exhausted from dealing with Dudley's demands, and Fenon hid in the room again, saying that he wanted to study his company affairs.

The cobbled-together burrow suddenly lost its charm!

Before coming here today, Ron had never been to the Muggle world. His father, Arthur Weasley, was very fond of Muggle culture and products, but Arthur always felt that this was not something that children should know.

But he never told anyone about this, as long as Harry lived well, Snape thought with some relief.

Suddenly the bird opened its mouth and screamed. The rough voice and the human language it spoke shocked Ron, who was unprepared.

"What are you looking at, you fool!"

All day long, Petunia had to do everything in the house. She really couldn't handle the new guests at the moment.

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

Of course, Ron would change his mind about this matter in the future.

Rigg shouted again at the top of his lungs. This time he could hear footsteps approaching from far away, and finally stopped at the door.

Rigg and the others carefully walked into this unfamiliar courtyard, and they could see how much the owner of the house loved his children.

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

The weak impression of Harry's painful childhood before coming here slowly dissipated. After all, Rigg only guessed that Harry had a bad life, and Harry didn't say anything in detail.

The joy of meeting Harry soon disappeared without a trace in Ron's heart, and he was once again the sad and crying Ron like at the Weasley's house.

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

This is finally the part I've been waiting for for a long time.

After all, Harry saved the wizarding world, so Dumbledore gave him such a childhood?

I don't allow it!

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