Chapter 608: dinner
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"A certain Hogwarts Rune Professor (!
There was a knock on the door outside Harry's little bedroom.
"Harry—out for dinner—" said Aunt Petunia dryly, and if it wasn't for the tattered rags in Harry's ears that distorted her voice a little, he would have heard the unnaturalness in her tone, more than usual. Much more polite and polite.
"Got it," Harry muttered, biting his quill, staring at the scribbled writing on the parchment. Finally, he frowned and crossed out the word 'courage' and changed it to 'firm, unshakable belief', and after reading it carefully, it felt a lot smoother.
It would be better to give a few more examples. It would be easier to understand, Harry thought.
"Harry—" The voice became visibly impatient.
"coming!"
Harry jumped up from his chair, removed the strips of cloth from his ears, and tangled the parchment together, pressing it under The Magic of Quidditch, and opened the door.
Outside the door was Aunt Petunia's slender horse face, her slender eyebrows tightly bunched together and twisted into a pimple between them.
Harry was stunned.
Aunt Petunia had always treated him badly. He was used to it. What surprised him was another thing. She was standing at the door of the bedroom today, and she seemed to be waiting there on purpose, which completely surprised him. It took him a few seconds to realize how unsightly he was doing now—he stretched, yawned halfway, rubbed his dry eyes with his right hand, his glasses were pushed up to his forehead, his whole body twisted unnaturally. .
Aunt Petunia pursed her lips tightly and forced a smile.
"There are guests at home."
"Do you want me to pretend I'm not home?" Harry asked in a muffled voice, thinking that maybe he could get out of the window and find something to eat at Sirius's.
"It's someone you know!" she said in a low voice, her hands twisted together, her knuckles turning white.
Harry was taken aback, he was about to refute, how is this possible? But there was a faint chatter from downstairs. Who could it be? He guessed randomly, it couldn't be Mr. Bagshot, right? Did he interview successfully?
Harry raised his feet and ran downstairs - Aunt Petunia in the back held out her hand desperately, her lips squirming and mouth shape: hair... but Harry was gone, and the voices downstairs became clearer and clearer, among them One was Uncle Fernon, the other—
"Growning Drilling? Yeah, I know... I worked at Neil Co., not too long, just a little supervisor... ah, you're a supervisor too? What a coincidence..."
"Professor Hepp!?" Harry exclaimed in disbelief.
He rubbed his eyes vigorously, suspecting that he was dreaming. Professor Hepp, Uncle Fernon and Dudley sat at the dining table and had a good chat—from Harry's point of view, as long as Uncle Fernon didn't get violent and Dudley didn't huddle in the nearest corner where he could hide, Even if the atmosphere is quite harmonious.
"Oh, Harry?" Felix looked over and couldn't help laughing. "Your hair—"
Harry touched the top of his head, and just by the feel of his hand, he knew that it must be messy, because he has not been in the mood to take care of it recently. Now that the professor saw this sloppy appearance, he felt a little embarrassed and tried to smooth it out. .
"I've got a comb here, if you need it—"
"Yes!" Harry shouted. He walked over and sat next to Professor Hepp, staring at him as he took out a comb from his delicate coat pocket. Harry was a little stunned. Does the professor still carry this kind of thing with him? But he grinned when he noticed that the professor handed the comb with his left hand.
This kind of secrecy is not enough for outsiders.
So Uncle Fernon and Dudley could only stare at the emerald ring and comb in Felix's hand with the same small eyes.
Aunt Petunia showed up shuffling because there was one more person than usual - and Harry reckoned none of them would have the courage to sit with Professor Hepp, so she was squeezed between husband and son, looking like two slices. A layer of spinach is sandwiched between the thick bread slices.
Dinner was not great.
It's all simple food, especially shabby compared to the well-crafted glass wine bottles that obviously shouldn't be on the table. Harry could see a hint of embarrassment in Aunt Petunia's face, and he was amazed to himself, unable to think of what magic the professor had done.
"There doesn't seem to be enough food, if you don't mind, I can cast a spell—"
"No!" Aunt Petunia screamed excitedly, Uncle Fenon's thick neck swollen, Harry knew that the professor's words were a taboo for the Dursleys, and they didn't want to hear any words related to magic. , so he was very surprised that the professor was not in a hurry, with a faint smile on his face.
"Really? But I think he's looking forward to it," Felix said.
Harry immediately turned his head to look at his cousin Dudley, and saw the strong desire in those eyes, so he knew the reason, Professor Hepp would never let go of such a bright hint - who is the family in the end? Owner. Harry was tired of watching it since he was a child, not to mention the examples that have just been staged in the past few days: Aunt Petunia cried and wiped away tears, persuaded hard, and finally ended in failure.
He was just surprised that the professor discovered the truth in such a short time.
Felix snapped his fingers lightly.
A row of shiny golden plates fell from the sky. Sausages, gourmet, pies, steaks, smoked fish, salads, pumpkin juice, orange juice... crowd the table. Harry was no stranger to these foods, and it seemed to him that the professor had moved the Hogwarts kitchen.
Aunt Petunia's eyebrows were tightened, and she tried her best to lean back, as if to escape from the chair. After she failed, she shook her head from side to side nervously, for fear that a neighbor would lie on the window and see this scene. Uncle Nong was panting heavily, and his face was visibly purple.
Dudley gave him a wincing glance, then jumped to try.
To be honest, this scene was quite shocking, and if it wasn't commonplace, Harry probably wouldn't be calm either. But he's hungry now, and it's a novel experience to eat school food during the summer, and he happily sticks a chicken leg with a fork.
"Uh, can we have dinner yet?" Harry asked in hindsight.
"I'm a guest," Felix said implicitly, his eyes gliding past Fenon and Penny, and finally falling on Dudley. "It's up to you...I'm familiar with both sides, and these things should suit your appetite, Harry eats them at school." He added, "Unless you're losing weight."
Gudong.
Dudley swallowed. The power of those words was enormous, Harry thought. Dudley has been trying to resist the family's recipes for the past two years since he was sent a warning letter by the school doctor because of obesity in the summer of third grade.
"Dudley—" said Aunt Petunia sternly.
Dudley met her with small eyes and climbed stubbornly up the table with one hand. Feinong coughed violently, the moustache trembled, and the pig's trotter-like hand stopped hesitantly. After waiting for a few seconds, it began to move again, obsessively pushing the vegetarian salad they were going to eat far away, silently expressing the protest from the owner of the hand.
Uncle Finon sighed heavily and picked up his fork. "Okay, you win, let's eat." With that, he inserted a drumstick--Harry was already chewing it--and he ripped off a large bite. chunks of meat.
Dudley inserted a whole piece of steak with lightning speed, biting it down, the juice splashed all over the place.
Aunt Petunia seemed determined not to eat at all. She sat in a chair with her arms crossed, staring at the air in the center of the dining table. Even Harry could feel her determination, and he turned his head to Professor Hepp, who seemed not to see him, spooning mushroom soup.
Halfway through the meal, Dudley had completely put his scruples aside. He ate more meat tonight than this week combined, and his mouth was full of oil. He seemed to have forgotten his fear, and bravely stood up and reached for the smoked fish placed in front of Felix.
"Is it delicious?" Felix asked suddenly.
Dudley, who was bent over, froze for a moment, then raised his head and muttered, "Delicious."
"Then why don't you get some for your mother?"
Dudley's fat arm hangs in the air, his face staring blankly at Felix, it seems that Felix has just told a very powerful riddle, from Dudley's face, it seems that he is A series of complex psychological activities are carried out. After a moment of struggle, he put a smoked fish on Penny's clean empty plate.
Before he could aim for the second smoked fish, his mother cried.
"Really, really good, Dada..." Her thin arms hugged Dudley tightly, "What a lovely child, child..."
Felix and Harry exchanged a silent glance, reservations about it.
But Penny no longer refuses to eat.
Harry was amazed at the behavior of Professor Hepp, who seemed to have discovered the trick: as long as he mastered his cousin's emotions, the Professor was invincible. And now it seems that Dudley does not reject Professor Hepp, or rather, is not afraid...
That set of comic books played a vital role.
Satisfied, Felix snapped his fingers again, this time for dessert. No need to ask, Dudley was the first to pounce. When it was over, Felix waved his hand and everything disappeared.
"Tell me," Feinong picked his teeth, slumped on the sofa, and said in a strong tone, "What conspiracy do you have?"
"Conspiracy?" Felix asked amusingly.
There was a sudden silence in the room, and everyone seemed to realize that the visit would not end in harmony. Harry pricked up his ears, Dudley was holding a piece of cauldron cake, and even Aunt Petunia, who was pretending to be busy in the kitchen, jingling bottles and jars, was standing at the door at some point.
"That's right," said Feinong gruffly, "I made up my mind when I was eating. Don't think I'm being fooled or soft-hearted just because of one meal...I tell you, it's impossible! But you're better than the one I've ever seen. Silly, be smarter-"
"Hagrid isn't stupid!" Harry exasperated.
Uncle Fenon narrowed his eyes.
"Ah, I see, you want to talk to me about serious things," Felix said.
"You're right!" Feinong turned his head quickly and kept talking to the air: "You worked at Neil Corporation, it was a big company... But you see, I'm not bad, I'm a Fantastic sales executive, I've seen all kinds of people...if someone plots against my property, or my house..."
"Are you crazy?" Harry shouted. "Me? Covet your house?"
"I'm not crazy, on the contrary I'm sober." Feinon's eyes flashed shrewdly, he gritted his teeth and said, "There's already a sign, isn't it? That—that guy named Voldemort, he's been caught, Boy, you have no reason to stay here any longer..."
"Finon," called Aunt Petunia from the kitchen door.
"Listen to me! That Voldemort got caught... We're safe, but this kid won't go, Penny, think about it, why is that?"
"I want to know why too!" Harry yelled.
Felix cleared his throat.
"It seems that the communication between you is pitiful. As long as you have a little understanding of the magic world, you will understand that this worry is completely unnecessary and just a delusion."
"Delusional?" Feinon stared.
"That's right," Felix nodded. He raised his legs and waved his hand. A cup of steaming tea appeared in his palm. "My plan didn't include helping people answer questions, but now I can take a few minutes because it's easy to explain."
Feinong showed his negotiating energy, and his small eyes were fixed on Felix's face. So does Penny.
"First of all, this house," he looked around with interest, "is owned by the headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore—you know who he is?" His eyes fell on Penny, she Stiff expression. "It's that simple. As a powerful wizard, he has arranged profound protection magic around him, using family blood as a link. Its role is not only to protect the underage Harry, but also to protect you from harm."
"The magical effect lasts until Harry reaches adulthood, during which time Harry has to live here for a period of time every year, not much, just a few weeks."
"Now that Voldemort has been caught, his henchmen are all but wiped out. The reason Harry's still here, um—I can only guess, because I'm not the one calling the shots: probably because Voldemort isn't dead yet, be careful For the sake of it, it's best not to let the magic fail."
"He can still escape?" Feinon said in disgust, "Put it on our side—"
"There are a lot of people who have escaped from prison." Felix nodded and added. Finon's face flushed red.
"Wizards and Muggles - that is, ordinary people, have some things in common, such as emotions; but a few differences - especially those related to magic, may be very different. For example, in the topic we are talking about, Voldemort is quite a Terrible dark wizard."
"He's different from the armed gangsters in your impressions. He's more dangerous, much more dangerous... For example, give him time and he can easily destroy London."
The Dursleys shuddered.
"You, don't think about—"
"No matter how strange it is in your mind, it's true. Decades ago, he planned to take over the Ministry of Magic and extend his tentacles into the world of ordinary people, who he and his minions took pleasure in torturing ordinary people. , many of the headless koans that you are familiar with in reality were made by them."
"Harry's parents stood up to Voldemort at that time, I don't know if they told you - but they did the right thing. After that... there were probably some deaths on both sides, and Voldemort was unstoppable for a while until he found Poe. Special family-"
"The Boy Who Lived!" said Dudley suddenly, pointing at Harry. "He killed Voldemort."
Two inhales.
"That's a misinformation," Felix corrected. "Voldemort wasn't dead, just—well, in terms of your understanding, badly wounded and had to hide. And another fallacy, it wasn't that Harry was badly wounded. For Voldemort, it was his mother, Lily, who cast a complex protective spell. In short, life for life."
"Harry was sent to you for the reasons I mentioned earlier. He is not happy here, although I have no position to accuse you, but from a neutral point of view, I advise you to restrain yourself a little, after all you are together It won't be too long. If Harry's admirers find out...
Yes, he has admirers. There are still many.
When Harry becomes an adult, what he chooses, I don't care, that's his own business, but there are some things you need to know..."
"Wizards, for example, never worry about houses. In my case, I can build a town in a day with enough materials. And I do have a similar plan, just not now."
The Dursleys' eyes widened, wondering if the man in front of them was making up nonsense.
"It's true," said Harry impatiently, "the professor once built a castle over a hundred feet in a very short period of time. It's been two years now, and that house is still being used by the 'Future World' company. used at the headquarters.”
"Company? Whose?" Feinong asked sensitively.
"Mine," Felix said happily.
"Aren't you a professor at that school?" Feinon asked quickly, seemingly happy to find a loophole in his words.
"Oh, you have to allow me to have a side business."
Finon grumbled twice, pointing at Harry suspiciously.
"This kid can build a house too?"
"Harry's talent isn't there, I'm just giving an example, there are many things wizards can do, like rockets - well, let's get back to the point, Harry is naturally magical and active, maybe that's causing you some trouble. ...but he would be a good fighter, just like his parents. Even in some ways, he was more than that. Voldemort's downfall was directly related to your nephew."
…
When Harry brought Felix to the door, he asserted:
"Professor, you're doing useless work, and I swear they won't change anything in the future."
"You're right, some people are hopeless," Felix agreed.
"Then why-"
"I said, how to deal with your relatives is your own business, and I didn't plan to use a few words to make them change. That's unrealistic. But at least, I don't want your relationship to worsen because of my visit. "
Harry looked down and thought that the professor seemed to have helped him, but the professor himself would not admit it.
"Oh, yes, almost forgot, Harry, where does Mr. Bagshot live?"
"It's nearby... what's the matter?"
"Unfortunately, he can't come back, something bad happened... I was ordered to pack his luggage."
"He, is he dead?" Harry's eyes widened, UU reading www.uukanshu. The image of the frail, sometimes suave, sometimes gloomy old man came to his mind, and even though they had only been together for a few days, and he tried to curse himself to the Dursleys, Harry already regarded him as a friend.
"Ha, wonderful association!" Felix couldn't help laughing, "I'll pass on your 'concern' to him."
Basically, the long story about the Dursleys is over, and it may be mentioned sporadically later, or appear in the episode. As Felix said, it is unrealistic to change a person with a few words. He is just an outsider and cannot and should not make decisions for Harry.
In the original book, even the near-life-and-death scene couldn't let the Dursleys break the defense. I can't think of a more shocking scene, so the change can only happen to Dudley.
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"A certain Hogwarts Rune Professor (!
There was a knock on the door outside Harry's little bedroom.
"Harry—out for dinner—" said Aunt Petunia dryly, and if it wasn't for the tattered rags in Harry's ears that distorted her voice a little, he would have heard the unnaturalness in her tone, more than usual. Much more polite and polite.
"Got it," Harry muttered, biting his quill, staring at the scribbled writing on the parchment. Finally, he frowned and crossed out the word 'courage' and changed it to 'firm, unshakable belief', and after reading it carefully, it felt a lot smoother.
It would be better to give a few more examples. It would be easier to understand, Harry thought.
"Harry—" The voice became visibly impatient.
"coming!"
Harry jumped up from his chair, removed the strips of cloth from his ears, and tangled the parchment together, pressing it under The Magic of Quidditch, and opened the door.
Outside the door was Aunt Petunia's slender horse face, her slender eyebrows tightly bunched together and twisted into a pimple between them.
Harry was stunned.
Aunt Petunia had always treated him badly. He was used to it. What surprised him was another thing. She was standing at the door of the bedroom today, and she seemed to be waiting there on purpose, which completely surprised him. It took him a few seconds to realize how unsightly he was doing now—he stretched, yawned halfway, rubbed his dry eyes with his right hand, his glasses were pushed up to his forehead, his whole body twisted unnaturally. .
Aunt Petunia pursed her lips tightly and forced a smile.
"There are guests at home."
"Do you want me to pretend I'm not home?" Harry asked in a muffled voice, thinking that maybe he could get out of the window and find something to eat at Sirius's.
"It's someone you know!" she said in a low voice, her hands twisted together, her knuckles turning white.
Harry was taken aback, he was about to refute, how is this possible? But there was a faint chatter from downstairs. Who could it be? He guessed randomly, it couldn't be Mr. Bagshot, right? Did he interview successfully?
Harry raised his feet and ran downstairs - Aunt Petunia in the back held out her hand desperately, her lips squirming and mouth shape: hair... but Harry was gone, and the voices downstairs became clearer and clearer, among them One was Uncle Fernon, the other—
"Growning Drilling? Yeah, I know... I worked at Neil Co., not too long, just a little supervisor... ah, you're a supervisor too? What a coincidence..."
"Professor Hepp!?" Harry exclaimed in disbelief.
He rubbed his eyes vigorously, suspecting that he was dreaming. Professor Hepp, Uncle Fernon and Dudley sat at the dining table and had a good chat—from Harry's point of view, as long as Uncle Fernon didn't get violent and Dudley didn't huddle in the nearest corner where he could hide, Even if the atmosphere is quite harmonious.
"Oh, Harry?" Felix looked over and couldn't help laughing. "Your hair—"
Harry touched the top of his head, and just by the feel of his hand, he knew that it must be messy, because he has not been in the mood to take care of it recently. Now that the professor saw this sloppy appearance, he felt a little embarrassed and tried to smooth it out. .
"I've got a comb here, if you need it—"
"Yes!" Harry shouted. He walked over and sat next to Professor Hepp, staring at him as he took out a comb from his delicate coat pocket. Harry was a little stunned. Does the professor still carry this kind of thing with him? But he grinned when he noticed that the professor handed the comb with his left hand.
This kind of secrecy is not enough for outsiders.
So Uncle Fernon and Dudley could only stare at the emerald ring and comb in Felix's hand with the same small eyes.
Aunt Petunia showed up shuffling because there was one more person than usual - and Harry reckoned none of them would have the courage to sit with Professor Hepp, so she was squeezed between husband and son, looking like two slices. A layer of spinach is sandwiched between the thick bread slices.
Dinner was not great.
It's all simple food, especially shabby compared to the well-crafted glass wine bottles that obviously shouldn't be on the table. Harry could see a hint of embarrassment in Aunt Petunia's face, and he was amazed to himself, unable to think of what magic the professor had done.
"There doesn't seem to be enough food, if you don't mind, I can cast a spell—"
"No!" Aunt Petunia screamed excitedly, Uncle Fenon's thick neck swollen, Harry knew that the professor's words were a taboo for the Dursleys, and they didn't want to hear any words related to magic. , so he was very surprised that the professor was not in a hurry, with a faint smile on his face.
"Really? But I think he's looking forward to it," Felix said.
Harry immediately turned his head to look at his cousin Dudley, and saw the strong desire in those eyes, so he knew the reason, Professor Hepp would never let go of such a bright hint - who is the family in the end? Owner. Harry was tired of watching it since he was a child, not to mention the examples that have just been staged in the past few days: Aunt Petunia cried and wiped away tears, persuaded hard, and finally ended in failure.
He was just surprised that the professor discovered the truth in such a short time.
Felix snapped his fingers lightly.
A row of shiny golden plates fell from the sky. Sausages, gourmet, pies, steaks, smoked fish, salads, pumpkin juice, orange juice... crowd the table. Harry was no stranger to these foods, and it seemed to him that the professor had moved the Hogwarts kitchen.
Aunt Petunia's eyebrows were tightened, and she tried her best to lean back, as if to escape from the chair. After she failed, she shook her head from side to side nervously, for fear that a neighbor would lie on the window and see this scene. Uncle Nong was panting heavily, and his face was visibly purple.
Dudley gave him a wincing glance, then jumped to try.
To be honest, this scene was quite shocking, and if it wasn't commonplace, Harry probably wouldn't be calm either. But he's hungry now, and it's a novel experience to eat school food during the summer, and he happily sticks a chicken leg with a fork.
"Uh, can we have dinner yet?" Harry asked in hindsight.
"I'm a guest," Felix said implicitly, his eyes gliding past Fenon and Penny, and finally falling on Dudley. "It's up to you...I'm familiar with both sides, and these things should suit your appetite, Harry eats them at school." He added, "Unless you're losing weight."
Gudong.
Dudley swallowed. The power of those words was enormous, Harry thought. Dudley has been trying to resist the family's recipes for the past two years since he was sent a warning letter by the school doctor because of obesity in the summer of third grade.
"Dudley—" said Aunt Petunia sternly.
Dudley met her with small eyes and climbed stubbornly up the table with one hand. Feinong coughed violently, the moustache trembled, and the pig's trotter-like hand stopped hesitantly. After waiting for a few seconds, it began to move again, obsessively pushing the vegetarian salad they were going to eat far away, silently expressing the protest from the owner of the hand.
Uncle Finon sighed heavily and picked up his fork. "Okay, you win, let's eat." With that, he inserted a drumstick--Harry was already chewing it--and he ripped off a large bite. chunks of meat.
Dudley inserted a whole piece of steak with lightning speed, biting it down, the juice splashed all over the place.
Aunt Petunia seemed determined not to eat at all. She sat in a chair with her arms crossed, staring at the air in the center of the dining table. Even Harry could feel her determination, and he turned his head to Professor Hepp, who seemed not to see him, spooning mushroom soup.
Halfway through the meal, Dudley had completely put his scruples aside. He ate more meat tonight than this week combined, and his mouth was full of oil. He seemed to have forgotten his fear, and bravely stood up and reached for the smoked fish placed in front of Felix.
"Is it delicious?" Felix asked suddenly.
Dudley, who was bent over, froze for a moment, then raised his head and muttered, "Delicious."
"Then why don't you get some for your mother?"
Dudley's fat arm hangs in the air, his face staring blankly at Felix, it seems that Felix has just told a very powerful riddle, from Dudley's face, it seems that he is A series of complex psychological activities are carried out. After a moment of struggle, he put a smoked fish on Penny's clean empty plate.
Before he could aim for the second smoked fish, his mother cried.
"Really, really good, Dada..." Her thin arms hugged Dudley tightly, "What a lovely child, child..."
Felix and Harry exchanged a silent glance, reservations about it.
But Penny no longer refuses to eat.
Harry was amazed at the behavior of Professor Hepp, who seemed to have discovered the trick: as long as he mastered his cousin's emotions, the Professor was invincible. And now it seems that Dudley does not reject Professor Hepp, or rather, is not afraid...
That set of comic books played a vital role.
Satisfied, Felix snapped his fingers again, this time for dessert. No need to ask, Dudley was the first to pounce. When it was over, Felix waved his hand and everything disappeared.
"Tell me," Feinong picked his teeth, slumped on the sofa, and said in a strong tone, "What conspiracy do you have?"
"Conspiracy?" Felix asked amusingly.
There was a sudden silence in the room, and everyone seemed to realize that the visit would not end in harmony. Harry pricked up his ears, Dudley was holding a piece of cauldron cake, and even Aunt Petunia, who was pretending to be busy in the kitchen, jingling bottles and jars, was standing at the door at some point.
"That's right," said Feinong gruffly, "I made up my mind when I was eating. Don't think I'm being fooled or soft-hearted just because of one meal...I tell you, it's impossible! But you're better than the one I've ever seen. Silly, be smarter-"
"Hagrid isn't stupid!" Harry exasperated.
Uncle Fenon narrowed his eyes.
"Ah, I see, you want to talk to me about serious things," Felix said.
"You're right!" Feinong turned his head quickly and kept talking to the air: "You worked at Neil Corporation, it was a big company... But you see, I'm not bad, I'm a Fantastic sales executive, I've seen all kinds of people...if someone plots against my property, or my house..."
"Are you crazy?" Harry shouted. "Me? Covet your house?"
"I'm not crazy, on the contrary I'm sober." Feinon's eyes flashed shrewdly, he gritted his teeth and said, "There's already a sign, isn't it? That—that guy named Voldemort, he's been caught, Boy, you have no reason to stay here any longer..."
"Finon," called Aunt Petunia from the kitchen door.
"Listen to me! That Voldemort got caught... We're safe, but this kid won't go, Penny, think about it, why is that?"
"I want to know why too!" Harry yelled.
Felix cleared his throat.
"It seems that the communication between you is pitiful. As long as you have a little understanding of the magic world, you will understand that this worry is completely unnecessary and just a delusion."
"Delusional?" Feinon stared.
"That's right," Felix nodded. He raised his legs and waved his hand. A cup of steaming tea appeared in his palm. "My plan didn't include helping people answer questions, but now I can take a few minutes because it's easy to explain."
Feinong showed his negotiating energy, and his small eyes were fixed on Felix's face. So does Penny.
"First of all, this house," he looked around with interest, "is owned by the headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore—you know who he is?" His eyes fell on Penny, she Stiff expression. "It's that simple. As a powerful wizard, he has arranged profound protection magic around him, using family blood as a link. Its role is not only to protect the underage Harry, but also to protect you from harm."
"The magical effect lasts until Harry reaches adulthood, during which time Harry has to live here for a period of time every year, not much, just a few weeks."
"Now that Voldemort has been caught, his henchmen are all but wiped out. The reason Harry's still here, um—I can only guess, because I'm not the one calling the shots: probably because Voldemort isn't dead yet, be careful For the sake of it, it's best not to let the magic fail."
"He can still escape?" Feinon said in disgust, "Put it on our side—"
"There are a lot of people who have escaped from prison." Felix nodded and added. Finon's face flushed red.
"Wizards and Muggles - that is, ordinary people, have some things in common, such as emotions; but a few differences - especially those related to magic, may be very different. For example, in the topic we are talking about, Voldemort is quite a Terrible dark wizard."
"He's different from the armed gangsters in your impressions. He's more dangerous, much more dangerous... For example, give him time and he can easily destroy London."
The Dursleys shuddered.
"You, don't think about—"
"No matter how strange it is in your mind, it's true. Decades ago, he planned to take over the Ministry of Magic and extend his tentacles into the world of ordinary people, who he and his minions took pleasure in torturing ordinary people. , many of the headless koans that you are familiar with in reality were made by them."
"Harry's parents stood up to Voldemort at that time, I don't know if they told you - but they did the right thing. After that... there were probably some deaths on both sides, and Voldemort was unstoppable for a while until he found Poe. Special family-"
"The Boy Who Lived!" said Dudley suddenly, pointing at Harry. "He killed Voldemort."
Two inhales.
"That's a misinformation," Felix corrected. "Voldemort wasn't dead, just—well, in terms of your understanding, badly wounded and had to hide. And another fallacy, it wasn't that Harry was badly wounded. For Voldemort, it was his mother, Lily, who cast a complex protective spell. In short, life for life."
"Harry was sent to you for the reasons I mentioned earlier. He is not happy here, although I have no position to accuse you, but from a neutral point of view, I advise you to restrain yourself a little, after all you are together It won't be too long. If Harry's admirers find out...
Yes, he has admirers. There are still many.
When Harry becomes an adult, what he chooses, I don't care, that's his own business, but there are some things you need to know..."
"Wizards, for example, never worry about houses. In my case, I can build a town in a day with enough materials. And I do have a similar plan, just not now."
The Dursleys' eyes widened, wondering if the man in front of them was making up nonsense.
"It's true," said Harry impatiently, "the professor once built a castle over a hundred feet in a very short period of time. It's been two years now, and that house is still being used by the 'Future World' company. used at the headquarters.”
"Company? Whose?" Feinong asked sensitively.
"Mine," Felix said happily.
"Aren't you a professor at that school?" Feinon asked quickly, seemingly happy to find a loophole in his words.
"Oh, you have to allow me to have a side business."
Finon grumbled twice, pointing at Harry suspiciously.
"This kid can build a house too?"
"Harry's talent isn't there, I'm just giving an example, there are many things wizards can do, like rockets - well, let's get back to the point, Harry is naturally magical and active, maybe that's causing you some trouble. ...but he would be a good fighter, just like his parents. Even in some ways, he was more than that. Voldemort's downfall was directly related to your nephew."
…
When Harry brought Felix to the door, he asserted:
"Professor, you're doing useless work, and I swear they won't change anything in the future."
"You're right, some people are hopeless," Felix agreed.
"Then why-"
"I said, how to deal with your relatives is your own business, and I didn't plan to use a few words to make them change. That's unrealistic. But at least, I don't want your relationship to worsen because of my visit. "
Harry looked down and thought that the professor seemed to have helped him, but the professor himself would not admit it.
"Oh, yes, almost forgot, Harry, where does Mr. Bagshot live?"
"It's nearby... what's the matter?"
"Unfortunately, he can't come back, something bad happened... I was ordered to pack his luggage."
"He, is he dead?" Harry's eyes widened, UU reading www.uukanshu. The image of the frail, sometimes suave, sometimes gloomy old man came to his mind, and even though they had only been together for a few days, and he tried to curse himself to the Dursleys, Harry already regarded him as a friend.
"Ha, wonderful association!" Felix couldn't help laughing, "I'll pass on your 'concern' to him."
Basically, the long story about the Dursleys is over, and it may be mentioned sporadically later, or appear in the episode. As Felix said, it is unrealistic to change a person with a few words. He is just an outsider and cannot and should not make decisions for Harry.
In the original book, even the near-life-and-death scene couldn't let the Dursleys break the defense. I can't think of a more shocking scene, so the change can only happen to Dudley.
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"A certain Hogwarts Rune Professor !There was a knock on the door outside Harry's little bedroom."Harryout for dinner" said Aunt Petunia dryly, and if it wasn't for the tattered rags in Harry's ears that distorted her voice a little, he would have heard the unnaturalness in her tone, more than usual. Much more polite and polite."Got it," Harry muttered, biting his quill, staring at the scribbled writing on the parchment. Finally, he frowned and crossed out the word 'courage' and changed it to 'firm, unshakable belief', and after reading it carefully, it felt a lot smoother.It would be better to give a few more examples. It would be easier to understand, Harry thought."Harry" The voice became visibly impatient."coming!"Harry jumped up from his chair, removed the strips of cloth from his ears, and tangled the parchment together, pressing it under The Magic of Quidditch, and opened the door.Outside the door was Aunt Petunia's slender horse face, her slender eyebrows tightly bunched together and twisted into a pimple between them.Harry was stunned.Aunt Petunia had always treated him badly. He was used to it. What surprised him was another thing. She was standing at the door of the bedroom today, and she seemed to be waiting there on purpose, which completely surprised him. It took him a few seconds to realize how unsightly he was doing nowhe stretched, yawned halfway, rubbed his dry eyes with his right hand, his glasses were pushed up to his forehead, his whole body twisted unnaturally. .Aunt Petunia pursed her lips tightly and forced a smile."There are guests at home.""Do you want me to pretend I'm not home?" Harry asked in a muffled voice, thinking that maybe he could get out of the window and find something to eat at Sirius's."It's someone you know!" she said in a low voice, her hands twisted together, her knuckles turning white.Harry was taken aback, he was about to refute, how is this possible? But there was a faint chatter from downstairs. Who could it be? He guessed randomly, it couldn't be Mr. Bagshot, right? Did he interview successfully?Harry raised his feet and ran downstairs - Aunt Petunia in the back held out her hand desperately, her lips squirming and mouth shape: hair... but Harry was gone, and the voices downstairs became clearer and clearer, among them One was Uncle Fernon, the other"Growning Drilling? Yeah, I know... I worked at Neil Co., not too long, just a little supervisor... ah, you're a supervisor too? What a coincidence...""Professor Hepp!?" Harry exclaimed in disbelief.He rubbed his eyes vigorously, suspecting that he was dreaming. Professor Hepp, Uncle Fernon and Dudley sat at the dining table and had a good chatfrom Harry's point of view, as long as Uncle Fernon didn't get violent and Dudley didn't huddle in the nearest corner where he could hide, Even if the atmosphere is quite harmonious."Oh, Harry?" Felix looked over and couldn't help laughing. "Your hair"Harry touched the top of his head, and just by the feel of his hand, he knew that it must be messy, because he has not been in the mood to take care of it recently. Now that the professor saw this sloppy appearance, he felt a little embarrassed and tried to smooth it out. ."I've got a comb here, if you need it""Yes!" Harry shouted. He walked over and sat next to Professor Hepp, staring at him as he took out a comb from his delicate coat pocket. Harry was a little stunned. Does the professor still carry this kind of thing with him? But he grinned when he noticed that the professor handed the comb with his left hand.This kind of secrecy is not enough for outsiders.So Uncle Fernon and Dudley could only stare at the emerald ring and comb in Felix's hand with the same small eyes.Aunt Petunia showed up shuffling because there was one more person than usual - and Harry reckoned none of them would have the courage to sit with Professor Hepp, so she was squeezed between husband and son, looking like two slices. A layer of spinach is sandwiched between the thick bread slices.Dinner was not great.It's all simple food, especially shabby compared to the well-crafted glass wine bottles that obviously shouldn't be on the table. Harry could see a hint of embarrassment in Aunt Petunia's face, and he was amazed to himself, unable to think of what magic the professor had done."There doesn't seem to be enough food, if you don't mind, I can cast a spell""No!" Aunt Petunia screamed excitedly, Uncle Fenon's thick neck swollen, Harry knew that the professor's words were a taboo for the Dursleys, and they didn't want to hear any words related to magic. , so he was very surprised that the professor was not in a hurry, with a faint smile on his face."Really? But I think he's looking forward to it," Felix said.Harry immediately turned his head to look at his cousin Dudley, and saw the strong desire in those eyes, so he knew the reason, Professor Hepp would never let go of such a bright hint - who is the family in the end? Owner. Harry was tired of watching it since he was a child, not to mention the examples that have just been staged in the past few days: Aunt Petunia cried and wiped away tears, persuaded hard, and finally ended in failure.He was just surprised that the professor discovered the truth in such a short time.Felix snapped his fingers lightly.A row of shiny golden plates fell from the sky. Sausages, gourmet, pies, steaks, smoked fish, salads, pumpkin juice, orange juice... crowd the table. Harry was no stranger to these foods, and it seemed to him that the professor had moved the Hogwarts kitchen.Aunt Petunia's eyebrows were tightened, and she tried her best to lean back, as if to escape from the chair. After she failed, she shook her head from side to side nervously, for fear that a neighbor would lie on the window and see this scene. Uncle Nong was panting heavily, and his face was visibly purple.Dudley gave him a wincing glance, then jumped to try.To be honest, this scene was quite shocking, and if it wasn't commonplace, Harry probably wouldn't be calm either. But he's hungry now, and it's a novel experience to eat school food during the summer, and he happily sticks a chicken leg with a fork."Uh, can we have dinner yet?" Harry asked in hindsight."I'm a guest," Felix said implicitly, his eyes gliding past Fenon and Penny, and finally falling on Dudley. "It's up to you...I'm familiar with both sides, and these things should suit your appetite, Harry eats them at school." He added, "Unless you're losing weight."Gudong.Dudley swallowed. The power of those words was enormous, Harry thought. Dudley has been trying to resist the family's recipes for the past two years since he was sent a warning letter by the school doctor because of obesity in the summer of third grade."Dudley" said Aunt Petunia sternly.Dudley met her with small eyes and climbed stubbornly up the table with one hand. Feinong coughed violently, the moustache trembled, and the pig's trotter-like hand stopped hesitantly. After waiting for a few seconds, it began to move again, obsessively pushing the vegetarian salad they were going to eat far away, silently expressing the protest from the owner of the hand.Uncle Finon sighed heavily and picked up his fork. "Okay, you win, let's eat." With that, he inserted a drumstick--Harry was already chewing it--and he ripped off a large bite. chunks of meat.Dudley inserted a whole piece of steak with lightning speed, biting it down, the juice splashed all over the place.Aunt Petunia seemed determined not to eat at all. She sat in a chair with her arms crossed, staring at the air in the center of the dining table. Even Harry could feel her determination, and he turned his head to Professor Hepp, who seemed not to see him, spooning mushroom soup.Halfway through the meal, Dudley had completely put his scruples aside. He ate more meat tonight than this week combined, and his mouth was full of oil. He seemed to have forgotten his fear, and bravely stood up and reached for the smoked fish placed in front of Felix."Is it delicious?" Felix asked suddenly.Dudley, who was bent over, froze for a moment, then raised his head and muttered, "Delicious.""Then why don't you get some for your mother?"Dudley's fat arm hangs in the air, his face staring blankly at Felix, it seems that Felix has just told a very powerful riddle, from Dudley's face, it seems that he is A series of complex psychological activities are carried out. After a moment of struggle, he put a smoked fish on Penny's clean empty plate.Before he could aim for the second smoked fish, his mother cried."Really, really good, Dada..." Her thin arms hugged Dudley tightly, "What a lovely child, child..."Felix and Harry exchanged a silent glance, reservations about it.But Penny no longer refuses to eat.Harry was amazed at the behavior of Professor Hepp, who seemed to have discovered the trick: as long as he mastered his cousin's emotions, the Professor was invincible. And now it seems that Dudley does not reject Professor Hepp, or rather, is not afraid...That set of comic books played a vital role.Satisfied, Felix snapped his fingers again, this time for dessert. No need to ask, Dudley was the first to pounce. When it was over, Felix waved his hand and everything disappeared."Tell me," Feinong picked his teeth, slumped on the sofa, and said in a strong tone, "What conspiracy do you have?""Conspiracy?" Felix asked amusingly.There was a sudden silence in the room, and everyone seemed to realize that the visit would not end in harmony. Harry pricked up his ears, Dudley was holding a piece of cauldron cake, and even Aunt Petunia, who was pretending to be busy in the kitchen, jingling bottles and jars, was standing at the door at some point."That's right," said Feinong gruffly, "I made up my mind when I was eating. Don't think I'm being fooled or soft-hearted just because of one meal...I tell you, it's impossible! But you're better than the one I've ever seen. Silly, be smarter-""Hagrid isn't stupid!" Harry exasperated.Uncle Fenon narrowed his eyes."Ah, I see, you want to talk to me about serious things," Felix said."You're right!" Feinong turned his head quickly and kept talking to the air: "You worked at Neil Corporation, it was a big company... But you see, I'm not bad, I'm a Fantastic sales executive, I've seen all kinds of people...if someone plots against my property, or my house...""Are you crazy?" Harry shouted. "Me? Covet your house?""I'm not crazy, on the contrary I'm sober." Feinon's eyes flashed shrewdly, he gritted his teeth and said, "There's already a sign, isn't it? Thatthat guy named Voldemort, he's been caught, Boy, you have no reason to stay here any longer...""Finon," called Aunt Petunia from the kitchen door."Listen to me! That Voldemort got caught... We're safe, but this kid won't go, Penny, think about it, why is that?""I want to know why too!" Harry yelled.Felix cleared his throat."It seems that the communication between you is pitiful. As long as you have a little understanding of the magic world, you will understand that this worry is completely unnecessary and just a delusion.""Delusional?" Feinon stared."That's right," Felix nodded. He raised his legs and waved his hand. A cup of steaming tea appeared in his palm. "My plan didn't include helping people answer questions, but now I can take a few minutes because it's easy to explain."Feinong showed his negotiating energy, and his small eyes were fixed on Felix's face. So does Penny."First of all, this house," he looked around with interest, "is owned by the headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledoreyou know who he is?" His eyes fell on Penny, she Stiff expression. "It's that simple. As a powerful wizard, he has arranged profound protection magic around him, using family blood as a link. Its role is not only to protect the underage Harry, but also to protect you from harm.""The magical effect lasts until Harry reaches adulthood, during which time Harry has to live here for a period of time every year, not much, just a few weeks.""Now that Voldemort has been caught, his henchmen are all but wiped out. The reason Harry's still here, umI can only guess, because I'm not the one calling the shots: probably because Voldemort isn't dead yet, be careful For the sake of it, it's best not to let the magic fail.""He can still escape?" Feinon said in disgust, "Put it on our side""There are a lot of people who have escaped from prison." Felix nodded and added. Finon's face flushed red."Wizards and Muggles - that is, ordinary people, have some things in common, such as emotions; but a few differences - especially those related to magic, may be very different. For example, in the topic we are talking about, Voldemort is quite a Terrible dark wizard.""He's different from the armed gangsters in your impressions. He's more dangerous, much more dangerous... For example, give him time and he can easily destroy London."The Dursleys shuddered."You, don't think about""No matter how strange it is in your mind, it's true. Decades ago, he planned to take over the Ministry of Magic and extend his tentacles into the world of ordinary people, who he and his minions took pleasure in torturing ordinary people. , many of the headless koans that you are familiar with in reality were made by them.""Harry's parents stood up to Voldemort at that time, I don't know if they told you - but they did the right thing. After that... there were probably some deaths on both sides, and Voldemort was unstoppable for a while until he found Poe. Special family-""The Boy Who Lived!" said Dudley suddenly, pointing at Harry. "He killed Voldemort."Two inhales."That's a misinformation," Felix corrected. "Voldemort wasn't dead, justwell, in terms of your understanding, badly wounded and had to hide. And another fallacy, it wasn't that Harry was badly wounded. For Voldemort, it was his mother, Lily, who cast a complex protective spell. In short, life for life.""Harry was sent to you for the reasons I mentioned earlier. He is not happy here, although I have no position to accuse you, but from a neutral point of view, I advise you to restrain yourself a little, after all you are together It won't be too long. If Harry's admirers find out...Yes, he has admirers. There are still many.When Harry becomes an adult, what he chooses, I don't care, that's his own business, but there are some things you need to know...""Wizards, for example, never worry about houses. In my case, I can build a town in a day with enough materials. And I do have a similar plan, just not now."The Dursleys' eyes widened, wondering if the man in front of them was making up nonsense."It's true," said Harry impatiently, "the professor once built a castle over a hundred feet in a very short period of time. It's been two years now, and that house is still being used by the 'Future World' company. used at the headquarters."Company? Whose?" Feinong asked sensitively."Mine," Felix said happily."Aren't you a professor at that school?" Feinon asked quickly, seemingly happy to find a loophole in his words."Oh, you have to allow me to have a side business."Finon grumbled twice, pointing at Harry suspiciously."This kid can build a house too?""Harry's talent isn't there, I'm just giving an example, there are many things wizards can do, like rockets - well, let's get back to the point, Harry is naturally magical and active, maybe that's causing you some trouble. ...but he would be a good fighter, just like his parents. Even in some ways, he was more than that. Voldemort's downfall was directly related to your nephew."When Harry brought Felix to the door, he asserted:"Professor, you're doing useless work, and I swear they won't change anything in the future.""You're right, some people are hopeless," Felix agreed."Then why-""I said, how to deal with your relatives is your own business, and I didn't plan to use a few words to make them change. That's unrealistic. But at least, I don't want your relationship to worsen because of my visit. "Harry looked down and thought that the professor seemed to have helped him, but the professor himself would not admit it."Oh, yes, almost forgot, Harry, where does Mr. Bagshot live?""It's nearby... what's the matter?""Unfortunately, he can't come back, something bad happened... I was ordered to pack his luggage.""He, is he dead?" Harry's eyes widened, UU reading www.uukanshu. The image of the frail, sometimes suave, sometimes gloomy old man came to his mind, and even though they had only been together for a few days, and he tried to curse himself to the Dursleys, Harry already regarded him as a friend."Ha, wonderful association!" Felix couldn't help laughing, "I'll pass on your 'concern' to him."Basically, the long story about the Dursleys is over, and it may be mentioned sporadically later, or appear in the episode. As Felix said, it is unrealistic to change a person with a few words. He is just an outsider and cannot and should not make decisions for Harry.In the original book, even the near-life-and-death scene couldn't let the Dursleys break the defense. I can't think of a more shocking scene, so the change can only happen to Dudley.The latest chapter address of a Hogwarts Rune Professor: https://Full text reading address of a Hogwarts Rune professor: https://A Hogwarts Rune Professor txt download address: https://A certain Hogwarts Rune professor mobile phone reading: https://For the convenience of reading next time, you can click "Favorites" below to record the reading record of this time Chapter 610 Dinner, and you can see it when you open the bookshelf next time!If you like "A Hogwarts Rune Professor", please recommend this book to your friends QQ, blog, WeChat, etc., thank you for your support!
