I was inventing at Hogwarts

Dudley was kneeling on the ground, receiving a beating from his parents for the first time. Fenon hammered Dudley's stomach hard, hoping to stimulate him to spit out the potion he had just swallowed, even a little bit.

To their disappointment, Dudley vomited for a long time, but nothing came out.

With tears in his eyes, Dudley felt pain everywhere in his body, but the pain in his stomach from Fenon's beating was the worst. He lay almost helplessly in his own vomit.

Dudley's mind went blank and he couldn't help but reminisce about the potion he had just drank. As soon as he thought about it, he started retching again.

This was the most disgusting thing Dudley had ever tasted in so many years. It was obviously a water-like liquid, but it slid down his throat in a sticky way, and a nauseating smell hit the sky.

The most appropriate metaphor that Dudley could think of was that the potion was like his boxing gloves. They had been left for a year and went through spring, summer, autumn and winter without being washed once. Finally, he suddenly took them out from under the bed, and he would smell them. To the taste.

Just thinking about it made Dudley want to vomit again. He felt that this must be the most terrifying poison among those monsters, that's why it tasted so bad.

Harry and Ron stood like two little chickens behind Professor Rigg and Snape. Harry mustered up all the courage in his life before he moved his hand and pulled Rasney hard. Common sleeves.

Snape knew that Harry had something to say, but at this moment, Rigg was also looking at him.

After admiring the busy activities of the family of three over there for a while, Rigg raised his head and asked Snape, "I guess this potion won't harm the child?"

Harry, who originally tugged on Snape's sleeve just to beg him not to really hurt Dudley, was immediately attracted by this topic, and he looked at Professor Snape longingly.

Snape looked at Harry, who was just tugging at him, and then at Rigg, who was speaking.

To be honest, the amount of green eyes he saw today was too high.

Since Harry didn't speak, Snape answered Rigg's question first. He raised his eyebrows and his silky and deep voice sounded like some kind of precious musical instrument. "I think anyone with brains can see it." , that Muggle child who opened his head and found nothing, is still alive and well, isn't he?"

As soon as he heard this, Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He let go of his sleeves, suspecting that he had just lost his mind.

How could he think that Professor Snape, who came to help him, wanted to kill someone? Harry hammered his head.

Harry was relieved. Ron's jaw dropped to the ground after whispering to Harry. He never expected that his good brother Harry would actually betray him.

Now Harry also feels that Snape is a good person, but there may have been a misunderstanding before.

Ron wanted to speak but stopped, stopped talking but wanted to.

Dali was still beaten. Lig looked at the family and lost interest in the family. He watched Professor Snape and asked, "What kind of potion did you drink him?"

Harry, who was still trying to convince Ron, and Ron, who already had a grimace and felt that he was the most miserable and lonely person in the world, both pricked up their ears, curious about Snape's answer.

At some point, Snape put away the medicine bottle that Rigg handed him. At this moment, he was arranging his wizard robes with extremely graceful movements.

"A specialty of the Hogwarts infirmary. If you are not confident about your body, I can give you a bottle now."

Rigg could hear the threat in Snape's emotionless voice, and he felt that if he continued to ask, Snape could really give him a bottle.

Rigg repeatedly waved his hand to reject the "good intentions" from the professor. Harry and Ron were also trying to stay back, for fear that Snape would think of them and decide to make them "healthier" too.

Although Snape did not say it explicitly, Rigg, who had lived in the infirmary for a while and communicated with Madam Pomfrey many times, already understood what Snape meant.

This bottle of potion was probably a health potion specially supplied to the infirmary. Rigg still remembered Madam Pomfrey telling them about it.

A few years ago, there was a very strange little wizard who often went to the infirmary to drink potions, saying that he thought it would make him healthier. Therefore, the school hospital at Hogwarts specially prepared a potion from Professor Snape for this little wizard. Boiled potion.

It has no function. If I have to say it, it is extremely unpleasant to drink. It was so unpleasant that the little wizard felt much healthier after drinking it.

After appreciating the farce for the last time, Rigg stepped forward.

At first, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon didn't notice anyone coming, but Dudley turned around, screamed and crawled back, and they stood in front of the child in horror.

A child forcing two adults to retreat in fear may sound funny, but it was happening right now in the Dursleys' living room.

Rigg took a step forward, Aunt Petunia and Vernon stepped back a little, and Dudley had crawled back to the corner, holding his knees and shivering.

After taking two steps forward, Rige stopped and asked with a smile, "Are you satisfied with this result?"

Petunia almost shook her head off, and she and Fenon shook their heads wildly. While shaking her head, Aunt Petunia apologized in a hoarse voice, "We really know we were wrong, and we will treat Harry well in the future. Please, you guys, let Dudley go..."

Dudley also sobbed softly. He didn't dare to cry loudly like before, lest he attract the attention of these terrorists.

Aunt Petunia was in tears, and her face was lined with wrinkles. She was not as energetic as when Rigg saw her in the morning.

But this way, Rige felt much more comfortable. It was hard to describe the complicated and guilty feeling he felt when he saw Harry rolling out of the cupboard.

Rigg only regretted that he had not come sooner, otherwise Harry would not have to suffer such abuse.

Harry said he was fine, but one thing gave him away.

Penny, a middle-aged woman, had vague wounds on her body, and the child who was as fat as a pig also had burn marks on her body. Rigg never believed that they had accidentally hurt him.

Instead, it looks more like Harry's handiwork... the Fire Curse!

Now that he was observing Petunia and Dudley carefully, Rigg had an idea. He was very familiar with the Fire Curse. Dudley's skin was so pink, just like when he accidentally burned himself.

There's no way Dudley really thought he was a pig and got into the oven, right?

Rige looked at the three people intently for a few seconds and asked, "How about this? Let's make a deal."

He curled up the corners of his mouth. In the eyes of the Dursleys, this smile was the smile of a devil.

It might be breakup season, when friends break up, and another friend meets his first love. After listening to my friend’s story for a while, I started writing slowly.

This chapter is finished and there is one more update. It will probably be finished at 3.4am in the morning.

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