togophonebook Chapter 109 Escaping Penny's House.
Chapter 109 Escaping Penny's House.
Hedwig looked at Harry with disapproval.
"Hey girl, don't blame me, I also wanted to go to Hogsmeade with Hermione and Rand."
"You know, I lost my parents when I was little..."
Hedwig flapped her wings and ran off before Harry could finish speaking.
I've said this to the birds so many times they're sick of it.
Harry watched Hedwig fly away with a grin; the little one was still as soft-hearted as ever.
His low mood didn't last long.
Because the screams from downstairs had already started.
Petunia's shrill voice told Harry to go downstairs to get ready; Aunt Maggie was almost there.
Penny was extremely busy, and seeing Harry coming downstairs with nothing to do made her furious.
"Could you please fix your hair?"
Harry paused for two seconds, then quietly found a corner where Penny couldn't see him and stood there.
I really can't think of any benefit for Penny in straightening her hair.
Suddenly I realized that Hermione wasn't so bad after all. Compared to Petunia, Hermione was practically an angel.
Ugh... It's all his fault. Hermione was so nice, and he didn't even message her for two hours.
Will Hermione miss him? Will Hermione be able to come to terms with it? Will Hermione be willing to give him Rand's communication code?
I'll ask in a bit.
Harry's legs went numb from standing in the corner, and he finally heard the crunching sound of stones being crushed by wheels outside.
"Quick, quick, come here!" Penny waved to Harry from the doorway.
Aunt Maggie, standing at the door, was as tall as Vernon.
Harry's comment: He's as strong as a bull, and if you look closely, he even seems to have a beard.
Hmm? Harry seems to have discovered some blind spot.
Aunt Maggie... could she be a man dressed as a woman?
"Where's my Dada?" The burly woman in front of me called out as soon as she entered the room.
Dudley jumped off the sofa and slowly walked to the door, hiding the butterfly-shaped tie Penny had bought for him in his flesh.
Harry had a million things he wanted to say.
Maggie pushed Harry away, pulled Dudley into her arms, and gave him a big kiss.
Harry put on the pain mask and rubbed his stomach hard.
Damn it...
Vernon followed him in. "Sit down, sit down, Maggie. Is there anything you'd like to eat? Where's your Lippi?"
Maggie finally revealed the dog she was holding.
Harry's face immediately darkened.
The crowd swarmed Maggie toward the sofa, and Lippi turned back and grinned at Harry.
Harry's hand was itching to move.
When he came to his senses again, Aunt Maggie had already laid out tea and fruit in front of him.
As soon as Harry sat down, Lippi immediately yelled at him.
Maggie was visibly unhappy. "Why are you still here?"
"What? Where am I if I'm not here?"
"How can you be so ungrateful? If it were me back then, I would have thrown you into an orphanage long ago, instead of letting you stay in my house!"
Harry silently replied to himself: I'd rather be in an orphanage.
Harry's silence fueled Maggie's anger even further.
"Vernon, didn't you say you sent him to that school? That school for juvenile delinquents! Why didn't that school educate him properly?"
"Maggie..."
Before Vernon could even speak, Maggie said, "Kid, those guys from that school should be whipped!"
Vernon was so worried that Harry would break their agreement that he immediately changed the subject.
"Hey, Maggie, did you hear the news this morning? What's the story with that fugitive criminal?"
Maggie snorted.
"Who knows? There will always be many bad seeds in this world, like this one in front of us."
Harry tried hard to focus his attention on the fruit platter in front of him, mentally reminding himself of the importance of this.
Hogsmeade, Hogsmeade, Hogsmeade...
But Maggie went further and further, "Vernon, you know how dogs are. If the mother dog has bad genes, then her puppies will definitely not be good either!"
The fruit plate on the table suddenly shattered.
A piece of debris flew towards Maggie, leaving a long scar on her face.
Fresh blood gushed out along the scar.
"Harry Potter!"
Harry marveled once again that Hermione was an angel, and the spell from the book suddenly popped into his mind.
"Inflating Charm"
Maggie's cursing suddenly stopped, and her already stout body swelled even more.
Veins were visible on her skin, and her eyeballs looked like they were about to burst out of their sockets.
"Aa ...
"Harry Potter, what are you doing?! Stop! Stop it!"
Maggie rose up from the ground.
Penny and Vernon quickly grabbed Maggie's feet.
"Potter! Get her ready quickly!"
Looking at the chaos and turmoil before him, Harry felt a long-lost sense of relief.
Feeling his trouser leg being pulled, Harry kicked Lippi away.
Lippi was already quite old, and after that kick, it lay on the ground trembling.
Harry walked past it, his sinister eyes fixed intently on the dog.
He never forgot.
When he was six years old, this dog forced him to stay in the tree until midnight, and it was winter! He always thought he was going to die in that tree.
Harry went upstairs and, listening to the screams and helplessness downstairs, suddenly tears welled up in his eyes.
His hands continued tidying up, and one corner of his mouth slowly turned up.
He's been trapped here for far too long.
He didn't want to end up going crazy.
Harry packed his things, dragged his suitcase, and left the house.
No one dared to stop him.
He walked for an unknown amount of time before finally collapsing on Crescent Street, leaning against a low wall.
He sat there motionless, his chest pounding wildly, completely unaware of the sheer euphoria he was experiencing.
It was as if the anger that had been suppressed for years was suddenly released.
Harry spent a long time alone on the dark street, stroking the communicator in his hand.
Will the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic come to arrest him?
He used magic in the Muggle world, which completely violated the Ministry of Magic's "Law of Restraint".
Isn't he the savior?
Which savior has ever suffered as much as him?
If it were someone else, they might have committed suicide at any time.
The heart is truly a whetstone.
If he were just Harry, just a Muggle, he probably wouldn't have rebelled against Maggie, right?
But he witnessed the enthusiasm of the magical world, and he saw the pristine altar.
True happiness is like Draco's.
He could no longer stand the dirty house.
Let them run away; it doesn't matter if they end up homeless.
Harry shamelessly thought that maybe he could even cling to Landric.
Draco can't have all the good things to himself; he wants to taste even a little bit of soup that slips through his fingers.
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