Chapter 552 Harry's Most Magical Summer Vacation

Harry Potter didn't like Anton, not to mention being so close to that villain Draco Malfoy, but he usually felt like a dark wizard.

Especially evil.

It never occurred to him that someone would use black magic without restraint and act like I had done nothing wrong.

As long as Harry thought of his parents losing their lives under the light of the curse of black magic, he hated the black magic from the bottom of his heart.

It's a pity that he has no way to use the Forgetting Curse on himself, otherwise he must be very willing to forget the black magic of the Fierce Fire Curse and the Ghost Fire Curse that have taken root in his mind.

However, his mood is extremely complicated.

Anton will copy homework for them, and Anton will selflessly share the spell notes he compiled with him (Chapter 308). At the same time, he is also the inventor of the "Sunshine Bread Curse" and "Werewolf Animagus" invented by Anton. Beneficiaries of Transfiguration.

Most importantly, Anton once said that it would change his life and let him live like a baby. (See Chapter 86 for details)

Then, Anton did it.

Harry Potter has never been able to imagine that he can sit on the sofa in the dining room on the first floor openly, half leaning on the soft back of the sofa with a lazy attitude, holding the remote control in his hand, and controlling the programs on the TV at will. channel.

And he also found a very creepy and very weird thing for him—after his uncle and aunt were no longer so strict with him, oh, they were even a little flattering, after such a change of attitude, Dudley actually treated him My attitude has become extraordinarily good. Not only will he share snacks with him, but he can even lend him his beloved game console to play.

As if to say-hey, I actually wanted to treat you like my own brother, but I want to fight against my parents, and I want to be their little baby, so I have to bully you .

ha~

Merlin's beard!

Harry didn't feel comforted.

At this moment, the door of the house was pushed open forcefully, and a hurried figure appeared in front of everyone.

It was my uncle, Vernon Dursley, a fat middle-aged man.

He first looked at Harry on the sofa, then at Dudley who was sitting on the dining table and chairs playing a game console, and finally at his wife in the kitchen.

Petunia looked at him in surprise, and hurried over from behind the kitchen bar, "Honey, I didn't know you were going home for lunch."

"No, no, no!" Vernon looked a little nervous, "I have to talk to a client later, I can't eat at home, I'm coming back to see, um, I mean, are there any interesting little animals at home today? ?”

"You mean an owl, right?" Petunia looked at him with some amusement.

"My God, sweetheart, you know me." Vernon laughed.

"Because you have to ask it every day." Petunia walked forward with some helplessness, and straightened the tie of Vernon's suit.

"Yeah, it's really nerve-wracking. You know, in the past two years, Harry also received the acceptance letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft at about this time." Vernon thought for a while, and rushed to the mailbox at the door of his house. Front, quickly open the top cover.

It's a pity that apart from two bill letters for payment, there is nothing he thought of.

"Damn it, are they going to forget about Baby Dudley?"

"Oh, Vernon~" Petunia sighed, "You're so nervous."

"I'm really nervous, yeah, I don't mind showing it, I've been so excited all this time." Vernon rushed into the house and started flipping around the house, "Maybe those goddamn owls will just put The letter was thrown at home and then flew away, I want to look for it."

He searched everywhere, and finally looked at the figure on the sofa, "Harry, I can't believe that you are still sitting here watching TV!"

Harry stood up in a panic, as usual, to help find the letter, although he didn't want Dudley to receive the acceptance letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft.

"I can't believe it!" Vernon's voice raised a lot, "You are still watching TV, you should be doing your homework at this time! Writing a magic treatise, or doing magic experiments with a big cauldron, I I know, you must have summer homework!"

"!!!"

Harry couldn't believe it!

He even wondered if this uncle had changed from George or Fred, two joking people!

Is there anything more outrageous than this?

"Listen! You boy!"

Vernon walked over angrily, staring at him with the same angry eyes as before, "Although I accept the existence of the wizarding world, Anton also persuaded me to be nice to you, but don't expect to be an elder I will obey you!"

"Anton said that Dudley's talent is terrible, and that's what he's accomplished."

"But you! Harry Potter! I asked Mr. Lupine about it. You are a very talented child. He said that you learned the guardian beast spell very quickly. You don't even know how to cherish what you can get. everything?"

Vernon couldn't believe it, "If I were you, I would definitely want to devote every minute and every second to studying!"

Harry also had a look of disbelief, he thought his uncle was crazy!

No, the whole world is crazy!

Then, as if going back in time, Vernon roughly pulled his clothes, shoved him into his room, and found a lock to lock him in the room.

"Don't expect me to open the door!"

"Listen, I'll come back to check your homework when I get off work at night, don't expect to fool me, I may not understand what you write, but I can't fool me if I study hard!"

Harry pushed the door hard. Hearing the rattling sound of the lock outside the door, he looked at Hedwig in the birdcage on his desk blankly.

One person and one owl looked at each other in blank dismay, listening to the sound of the car engine beeping again outside the window, they gradually drifted away.

They all felt that this world was extremely magical.

But the more magical things are far more than these.

When Harry showed his uncle his 3-foot (91cm) thesis on herbal medicine, the uncle took it and put on reading glasses to read it? ? ?

Oh~

It wasn't that Harry had any prejudice against Muggles, but he really felt that it wasn't something Vernon was supposed to understand at all.

"I've said it before, don't expect to fool me!" Vernon shook Harry's thesis, "I'm a supervisor in a large group, I write work reports to my boss, read work reports written by my subordinates, the words I wrote Definitely more than you!"

A kind of arrogance Harry had never seen appeared on his chubby face, "Those damn technicians always write reports in fancy ways, thinking that by doing so, they can get some things out of the way, I tell you, no way , I can always point out their mistakes, and then humiliate them severely!"

Harry swallowed, feeling for the first time how terrifying it was to have a parent who cared about his studies.

Especially Aunt Petunia and Ge Duli were standing behind Uncle's back and looking at his homework with great interest, oh, the feeling of being judged in three sessions made him almost suffocate!

"Why do you write the words so big?" Vernon's eyes were sharp.

"Because...because..."

"Say!" Vernon's tone was strangely determined. The originally comically plump figure was now sitting upright, and there was a sense of burly oppression, a kind of majesty that was different from the professors but also strange.

Harry opened his mouth, and finally relaxed a little weakly. He lowered his head and didn't dare to look into his uncle's eyes, "Because the assignment assigned by the professor doesn't look at the number of words, but the length."

Vernon froze for a moment, and muttered, "A weirdo's world!"

He glanced quickly, and his eyes became sharp, "According to this length, you have been lazy for nearly a third of what you should have written!"

Snapped!

He slapped the homework on the table, and tapped on the content with his thick carrot fingers, "Also, tell me, this paragraph, and this paragraph, why the content of the description is the same, you are using The way of repeating the narrative is lazy!"

As he spoke, he took out a golden pen from his shirt breast pocket, and quickly wrote and drew on it.

Harry's eyes widened suddenly. This was written with great difficulty by himself. He quickly suppressed the fear in his heart and rushed forward.

I saw that Vernon was quickly scrolling out words one by one, and some whole lines had a long wavy line drawn at the bottom, "Spelling mistakes, grammatical mistakes, the most basic mistakes, too bad! "

"Harry Potter, please tell me!" Vernon looked at him coldly, "Should I have sent you to school?"

Oh~

Harry had never felt that the world was so dark, never so pitiful and helpless.

His mouth moved, and he couldn't even utter any rebuttal words.

He could only watch his uncle revising his homework quickly, "Although I don't know what this damn thing is about, it is obvious that the content described here should be before the previous paragraph, and you should write it before writing the paper." You have to have a clear understanding of what you want to write, instead of trying to write a paragraph, and then fill up the length of these shit like words!"

Harry looked around helplessly, and saw Aunt Petunia staring at his paper with fiery eyes, as if she was looking at something magical.

Giao Expressi still has that annoying face, the expression that you are dead.

At this moment, he was pleasantly surprised to see an owl flying over from a distance, hitting hard on the glass window, and sliding down slowly.

Boom~

There was a loud bang.

"Merlin's beard!" Harry exclaimed, rushing towards the door like an enclave, "Haha, Dudley's acceptance letter has arrived."

It never occurred to him that he would be extremely happy about this matter.

This is the most magical summer vacation he has ever experienced.