This Hogwarts isn't normal.

After the interviews with the media, it was time for the banquet that lasted into the evening. ඏ ♦ ♦♦

Vincent was in no mood the whole time.

Although Lockhart is a bit of a sissy and a slut, he is not to the extent of enjoying Voldemort's curse.

He could understand that Old Man Newt was lucky enough to be fine despite being tricked for decades.

We can also understand that Quirrell has problems and wants to play a long game to catch the big fish.

"What's wrong with you?" The Waynes actually noticed something unusual very early on.

"No, I was thinking about the new professor."

"That position where whoever gets it will be unlucky?" Eric picked up the wine glass and took a sip without caring.

"You principal can't bring back another dark wizard."

"Huh!?" Vincent twisted his stiff neck, "Yes,

There must be a big problem with him! "

His voice was a little loud, attracting the attention of several tables nearby.

"Excuse me, I'm just too excited."

After politely apologizing, these glances went away.

There are also some who care more, such as Hermione who glances over from time to time.

Evelin's voice was very low, "Who has a big problem? Your new professor?"

Vincent nuzzled at Lockhart, who was taking photos with the guests.

"That's him,

Usually this kind of person with an extremely positive image,

They will do some shady things secretly. "

"Are you talking about yourself?" Eric suddenly nodded in agreement, "Indeed, your kid has done a lot of bad things behind his back."

Evelin rolled her eyes at him, "You're not much better, you were in Eastern Europe before -"

Eric quickly covered her mouth, "Nothing, she wanted to talk about the dark wizard we met before.

It was okay if he didn't explain, but now that he has explained, it makes Vincent even more suspicious.

"Stalling organ?"

"Only the Germans call this thing."

"The Führer's nightmare?"

"That's right!"

Yes, Katyusha definitely didn't run away.

"Uh-I didn't."

After realizing that he had been exposed, Eric confirmed that his previous expectations had actually become a reality.

Vincent put down the tableware, "I want to postpone going to Hawaii for another week."

"It's up to you." Eric filled the glass, "Can we leave before August?"

"Okay, I have a classmate who has lost contact, and we are going to visit their home."

"Okay, who is he?"

"Harry."

His hand shook, and the rose-red wine spilled on his coat.

"Okay, go ahead."

Vincent stood up with a smirk,

"I'll go discuss it with them.

Remember to call me when you leave. "

Eric waved his hands with a dark face.

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surrey,

Privet Drive, Little Whinging.

Next to the neat streets are houses of the same style.

It's a pretty quiet place and has absolutely nothing to do with magic.

The only feeling of dissonance is the iron fence installed outside the small attic window of No. 4.

The lights outside gradually went out, and it was time for Harry inside to sleep.

"Good night, Hedwig." He put the finished letter into the drawer of the old desk, then turned off the light and lay on the bed.

Hedwig in the cage has obviously lost weight.

The rusty lock trapped it.

And this home trapped Harry.

He had no way to contact the outside world, and he couldn't even escape.

"Gugu——"

At midnight, another letter came.

"Harry! Get this damn owl away quickly!" A yell came from downstairs.

For more than half a month from summer vacation to now, the Dursleys have been yelling every time.

Harry fumbled to put on his glasses, and after turning on the light, his whole face was filled with joy.

It's coming, it's coming.

It came in a little dress.

Gugu's originally fierce eyes became cannibalistic when he saw Hedwig being put in a cage.

"Cuckoo!!!"

"Damn owl!" This roar provoked an even louder roar downstairs.

Harry quickly pressed against the iron fence outside the window, "Let's go quickly, you must tell Vincent——"

A "bang" sound,

The door was violently smashed open.

A tall, burly middle-aged man walked in holding a broom.

He was so fat that his neck was almost invisible,

The big red face was covered with a beard, and a pair of small eyes were shooting out with anger.

“Fake!

How dare your perverted wizard friends send a meatball in a dress! "

"It's not a meatball!" Harry quickly defended, "It's an owl, the most noble owl in the school."

"I don't care if it's noble or not!" His uncle Vernon Dursley raised his broom, "I won't allow any more owls to come to this house!"

The iron fence was clanging loudly, but Gugu outside was not afraid at all.

Its big eyes were full of mockery, once again irritating Vernon.

The loud sound of the broom hitting the iron fence could be heard from Harry's hearty smile when he was at school.

"What happened?" A thin blond woman walked into the room.

She has a pair of very light eyes, and a horse-like face supported by a neck that is twice as long as others.

"Where's Dudley?"

"I told him not to come up."

"Very well Penny, come downstairs and get my shotgun!"

"No——" Harry's smile disappeared instantly, "You can't treat Coo-coo like this!"

Vernon threw down the broom angrily, "Coo-coo? It doesn't sound like a proper owl name!"

Penny quickly brought him a shotgun.

"Get out!" He pushed Harry, who was begging, to the ground, "Or I'll kill you too!"

Hedwig in the cage looked quietly at Coo-coo outside.

Its last name is Wayne.

"Coo-coo——" The owl's cry sounded outside the window.

As Vernon raised the shotgun, Coo-coo's voices came one after another.

Harry looked out the window.

In the weak moonlight, a dark cloud was coming here.

Coo-coo cast a contemptuous look at the Dursleys inside, and then flapped its wings and flew upwards.

"Damn it! Damn it!" Vernon, cursing, loaded the bullet and fired a shot at the iron fence.

After the sparks flashed, countless owls swooped down.

The Dursleys had never seen such a scene.

Petunia screamed and ran downstairs.

Vernon was slow to reload.

At the moment when the iron fence was knocked away, he was also knocked to the stairs.

He rolled down like a wheel.

Harry, dumbfounded, raised his hand and patted his face.

"Merlin's big pants! I'm not dreaming!"

"Coo-coo--" The slow-flying hoot stopped in front of Hedwig's cage.

Its meaning was obvious.

Harry looked around the room and finally picked up the shotgun that had been loaded.

With a "bang", Hedwig was free.

"I can't go with you." He forced a smile, "My luggage is locked in the storage room."

Hoo-coo tilted his neck left and right, turned around and flew away with Hedwig.

Behind them, there were countless owls.

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