i invent at hogwarts

Chapter 160 Harry’s Counterattack

Harry had been very excited since he heard Rigg's voice, but the cupboard he was in was really far away from the door.

The voice seemed to be absent, and Harry almost suspected that he was hallucinating. Maybe he missed Rigg and the others too much?

Thinking of this possibility, Harry huddled back on the bed in the cupboard, which was half shorter than his body. Only his young body was in the dark space.

In the small space, Harry could hear the sound of Hedwig spreading her wings, but this time Aunt Petunia was so angry that she didn't even leave a little gap for Harry.

Aunt Petunia locked the cupboards completely, completely, and the only light-penetrating areas were covered with curtains.

Returning home this time, thanks to Rigg's pretentious intimidation that day, Harry spent two good days at his aunt's house for the first time.

They were sitting in Uncle Vernon's car when they got home. Normally, Dudley would have been fighting to be the first to get in the car. After getting in, he would deliberately occupy Harry's seat and let him press against the window.

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This time, Harry was able to sit in a seat by himself and go home comfortably.

When he leaned back on the wide chair and watched Uncle Vernon blowing his beard and glaring at him from time to time in the rearview mirror, his face turning purple, Harry thought to himself: The wizarding world is so wonderful.

It's great to get to know Rigg and the others.

The life after returning to his aunt's house was something Harry had never enjoyed before.

Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon frightened Dudley.

Although Aunt Petunia looked at him like he was looking at a puddle of mud with disgust, she still pinched her nose and tidied out an unused room on the second floor for Harry, which used to be Dudley's toy room.

This was even more terrifying than the day he was threatened by Rigg. Dudley had never thought that he could not keep his word at home.

Seeing that Harry was not competing with Dudley for the cake, Aunt Petunia's face relaxed a little. When she nodded with Harry, it was almost the most Aunt Petunia could show to him that Harry had ever seen in his life.

Gentle eyes.

This made the aggrieved Duli very angry.

As long as you are in a location where outsiders won't be discovered, nothing will happen. Over the years, Aunt Petunia has slowly figured out a set of punishment methods that will not be caught by child protection organizations.

Harry used to sit next to Dudley, and there was even a piece of Dudley's holiday cake in front of him.

Harry was still relatively small at the time, so he couldn't fully see into the pan, and if the bacon was overcooked, he would inevitably get slapped by Aunt Petunia.

Dudley felt his mother's grievance keenly, and the fear he had accumulated for two days could no longer be suppressed.

A man is as good as iron rice, and if he doesn't eat, he will really feel hungry.

Harry graciously forgave him.

This was also the first time that Dudley's crying did not have the good effect he expected. No matter how loudly Dudley cried or rolled on the ground, Aunt Petunia always said with a stiff face that Harry would have dinner with them in the near future.

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But as Dudley grew older, he thought that he was already a big kid and should play some things that big kids do, such as boxing, instead of indulging in those small cars that only kids like.

The cakes at Hogwarts were much more delicious than this. He had no appetite at all just looking at the dry cake.

She even suspected that she was too kind to Harry, which was why she let this monster treat her like this. Just thinking about her concessions in the past two days, Aunt Petunia couldn't help but complain.

When Dudley, who had had a nightmare all night, saw Harry at the dinner table, he was shocked.

Harry heard the sound and went down to check the situation, but when he saw the vomit on Aunt Petunia's face, he laughed happily.

For a moment, Harry and Dudley were rolling around in the living room, both of them pulling each other's hair and hitting each other hard, knocking over a clear glass vase that was Aunt Petunia's favorite.

In the afternoon, when Aunt Petunia screamed in the living room, Dudley didn't come down to take a look.

When Harry dragged Hedwig's suitcase into this room filled with sunshine and stickers of various anime he had secretly watched, he was almost immersed in this moment.

You must know that before Harry went to Hogwarts, he was responsible for making breakfast for his aunt's family. Aunt Petunia had to iron Fenon's suit and tie and pack Dudley's small schoolbag, but she didn't have time to do this.

After reluctantly explaining and comforting Dudley for a few words, Petunia stopped talking.

Aunt Petunia hated it when people disrupted her plans, hitting Harry twice or pinching Harry's soft flesh, which was commonplace.

Dudley was in a daze and got off the table before finishing his meal. No matter how much Aunt Petunia begged him, he would not take another bite.

He screamed, "It must have been this monster Harry, he has released snakes in the zoo before!"

The two of them rolled into a ball instantly. Penny wanted to separate them, but was afraid of hurting her son.

It was at this moment that Dudley, who was angry and frightened, heard what happened to Petunia that afternoon amid the complaints of Aunt Petunia and Vernon.

The next day was even more like a dream. For the first time, Aunt Petunia didn't wake him up at five o'clock.

The bed was as soft as the Gryffindor dormitory in Hogwarts Castle. Forgive Harry's ignorance, it was the softest bed he had ever slept on.

That is to say, Uncle Fenon was not here today, otherwise Harry really wanted to see Fenon with vomit all over his face.

Harry admired Aunt Petunia going crazy in the living room for a few seconds before humming a song and returned to his small room.

Amid Aunt Petunia's high-pitched screams and Vernon's loud yelling, the aggrieved Dudley felt like a hero protecting his family in a cartoon. He rushed straight towards Harry like a pickup truck.

Petunia and Vernon actually suspected that it was Harry who did it, but they had no evidence and didn't want to offend the Rigg family, who seemed difficult to offend.

But Rigg's threats still seemed to be in his ears, and Dudley only dared to steal Harry's cake to maintain his dominance in the family.

His parents actually turned on Harry, a brat.

Aunt Petunia had never let him enter this room before, lest Dudley would see Harry play with it and not like the toys.

Dudley wanted to eat, and Harry was happy to see it happen.

At dinner time, Dudley finally came down to eat.

He is using his determination to express to his parents that he cannot live this kind of life.

Merlin bless you.

The broken glass was scattered, and Harry could see Petunia and Uncle Vernon running towards him, but they were all looking at Dudley.

Harry, who was hugged tightly by Dudley, didn't even have his hands to block the glass fragments that bounced towards him. He couldn't help but close his eyes, and the magic power that he had suppressed for a long time soared into the sky automatically.

Hey hey hey, I'm back.

I forgot that I still have to go to work today. I am so sad. I try to get home and write 4k again.

I’ll update it in advance as soon as I can finish it.

Ball recommendation tickets and monthly tickets!

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