Promotion and salary increase start at Hogwarts

Harry's mouth was dry and his entrails were in a tangle of confusion. He jumped up in a hurry to catch up, trying not to make any noise. He jumped over the last six steps and landed like a cat on the hall carpet, looking around for Dobby.

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"Don't do it!"

He prayed in his heart that the little monster would not cause trouble, but the development of things was always independent of human will.

He heard Uncle Vernon say in the dining room: "Mrs. Mason, tell Petunia those American plumber jokes, she's always wanted to hear them..."

Harry ran through the door into the kitchen, feeling empty in his stomach. The delicious food carefully prepared by Aunt Petunia was floating under the ceiling, and Dobby was squatting on the cupboard in the corner.

"No," Harry whispered, "please! They'll kill me!"

If these things fall to the ground, the movement will definitely alarm the Dursley family, and what awaits Harry will be a tragic fate like a storm!

"Harry Potter must promise not to go back to school."

"Dobby, please..."

"Promise, sir."

"I can't!" Hogwarts is too important to Harry, it is the only place where he can escape from this family.

Dobby gave him a sad look.

"Then Dobby can only do this, sir, I do this for Harry Potter's benefit."

The plate clattered to the floor, and Harry felt his heart stop. The plate smashed to pieces, and cream splattered all over the walls and windows. With a loud crack like a whip, Dobby was gone.

Everyone in the dining room was alarmed. Uncle Vernon rushed into the kitchen and found Harry standing there stunned, covered from head to toe with Aunt Petunia's pudding.

Like Dudley before him, Uncle Vernon showed amazing quick wit and adaptability.

"My nephew has something wrong with his brain, so he gets nervous when meeting strangers, so we let him stay upstairs."

Uncle Vernon coaxed the frightened Hessen couple back to the dining room, told Harry that he would beat him half to death when the guests left, and threw him a mop. Aunt Petunia dug out some ice cream from the refrigerator to treat the guests.

Harry started scrubbing the kitchen, still shivering. He was afraid that the Dursleys would take him under control and stop him from going to Hogwarts.

"I'm really sorry for bringing you a bad experience. My nephew is actually a poor man. His parents died in a car accident very early. He was probably stimulated when he was a baby, so he has always been a little confused.

It works so well. Penny and I kept adopting him because we thought he was pitiful..."

Uncle Vernon packaged himself as a benevolent and kind-hearted image, which undoubtedly impressed the Hessens. If it hadn't been for the next owl, maybe Vernon would still be able to do his business.

While Aunt Petunia was handing out the ice cream, suddenly a very large owl flew in from the dining room window like a whirlwind, dropped a letter on Mrs. Mason's head, and flew away like a whirlwind.

Mrs. Mason was so frightened that she screamed and ran out of the house, shouting "Monster! Monster!"

Mr. Mason stood for a moment longer and told the Dursleys that his wife was terribly afraid of birds of all kinds, big and small, and asked if this was a deliberate joke, then ignored the Dursleys' apology.

He left the table angrily.

Harry stood in the kitchen, clutching the mop tightly to support his body. Uncle Vernon came towards him, his little eyes shining with a devilish light.

"Read this!"

He waved the letter delivered by the owl and said viciously, "Take it and read it!"

Harry took the letter. There was no birthday message in it.

Mr. Potter: We received reports that you cast a levitation charm at your residence at nine twelve tonight.

You know that underage wizards are not allowed to use magic outside the school. If you continue to engage in such behavior, you may be expelled from the school (Act on the Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards, 1875, paragraph 3).

Please also remember that according to Section 13 of the International Confederation of Wizards' Statute of Secrecy, any magical activity that may attract the attention of non-magical members (Muggles) is a serious offense.

Have a wonderful summer! Mafalda Hopkirk, Department of Misuse of Magic, Ministry of Magic

Harry raised his head and felt a lump in his throat.

"It seems that Dudley was right before. You did not tell us that you couldn't use magic outside of school," Uncle Vernon said, with a crazy gleam in his eyes.

"Don't be afraid, I won't beat you, but I have something else to tell you, kid! I'm going to lock you up! You'll never go back to that school! Ever! If you use magic to escape - they'll expel you

your!"

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"You invited me here just to see this?"

Snape looked at the farce in No. 4 Privet Drive in the mirror with a gloomy expression.

"Of course not, it just happened to happen. I'm not a professor of divination, so I can't calculate such a far-off thing."

Luo Cheng said with a smile, "Of course I asked Professor Snape to come home because of other important matters, but since there is something going on with Harry Potter, I wanted to let Professor Snape take a look at it.

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"I don't understand what you want to do by calling me here, and I don't care what happens to Harry Potter. In my opinion, it's better for such a stupid and pretentious idiot not to enter the wizarding world."