Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 117 What are you eating? Break some for me
Penny quickly let go of the idea, after all, her sister and the greasy-haired little bat had broken up a long time ago.

But every time she thought of the little bat, Penny couldn't help gritting her teeth.

The letter that she was most vulnerable and didn't want anyone to see was secretly read by that greasy-haired little bat and her sister, which ruthlessly shattered her self-esteem.

Later I heard that the brother-in-law had taught the little bat a lesson at school, and it was a very profound lesson. Penny secretly praised the brother-in-law - even though he was arrogant and looked down on others.

"I've already cleaned up your room upstairs for you." Aunt Petunia cleared her throat and looked a little serious. "When your letter came back a few days ago, I really didn't expect that you would send an owl instead of calling."

"Sorry, Auntie." Harry said helplessly, "There's no telephone over there. It's a bit backward."

Uncle Vernon raised his eyebrows when he heard Harry say that.

"Yes! You're right!" Uncle Vernon said in a shocked voice, "They are just a bunch of old stubborn people. It's good that you can recognize this problem. It's good... It's worth your experience in the Dursleys' house for so many years."

Harry thought to himself, "I know nothing," but he still smiled at Uncle Vernon.

His mind was full of Vivi and Cassandra, and all he wanted was to rescue them from time as soon as possible. He had no intention of arguing with the Dursleys.

"Your birthday is coming up in a few days, right?" Uncle Vernon continued. "It's on the 31st, if I remember correctly - at least that's what the letter says. At noon, I'll ask your aunt to make you some cake to celebrate... In the evening, I have an important business to discuss."

"What business?" Harry took a sip of milk.

"If it works, it will be the biggest deal of my life." Uncle Vernon's beetle-like eyes were shining as he spoke. "God, if we are lucky, we can buy the villa in Maggiore by this time on August 1st!"

"So I want you to - well, try to keep your owl under control." Uncle Vernon turned to Harry. "Try not to let it make any noise, and I'll leave you a big house."

"Thank you," said Harry, trying to sound sincere.

"Okay." Uncle Vernon turned to look at Dudley. "His job is to keep himself from showing up. But you are different, my dear Dudley. You are so lovable and cute. I believe the Masons will like you."

Do you like Dudley?
Harry looked at Dudley, whose bottom was sagging over the sides of his chair, and prayed that the Masons were Anglicans.

After all, if you believe in Anglicanism, you may not be opposed to a pig wearing a wig.

"My cousin is indeed very likable, I admit." Harry drained the milk in the glass in one gulp.

Uncle Vernon had a look of certainty on his face.

"Boy, you are much more popular than your father."

Harry thought about it.

What happened to me in the Dursleys' house these years, and being beaten up by Snape in Potions class...

Harry remained silent.

Sometimes Harry wondered, if his father could offend fewer people, would he suffer less?

After breakfast, Harry saw Dudley, who wanted to leave with him, being stopped by Uncle Vernon.

Dudley looked disappointed. He could only rehearse with Uncle Vernon over and over again what to do when the Masons came home.

Dudley was not released until almost lunchtime.

"Oh my God, I'm suffocating." Dudley sat down on the steps at the door and complained to Harry, "You don't know, Dad has been forcing me to practice how to receive guests since a week ago...Oh my God..."

"Is this why you've lost weight?" Harry's little mouth seemed to be filled with honey.

"I really didn't know that wizard schools also teach people the art of speaking." Dudley put his arm around his cousin's thin shoulders and said, "Oh my God, if you had been less sarcastic to me back then..."

"Will that make you bully me less?" Harry asked.

Dudley thought about it and said honestly, "No."

"So I can't either." Harry was also very honest: "But I have grown up, and I should learn the hypocrisy of the adult world."

"So you don't like me?" Dudley looked at Harry pitifully.

"It's okay. I can't say I hate him." Harry patted Dudley's fat shoulder, where the meat was thicker than a pig's elbow. "You know, after all, wizards don't believe in anything except Merlin."

"What do you mean?" Dudley obviously felt that what Harry said was not good, but he had no evidence.

"Nothing. If you want to lose some weight, I'll give you some medicine." Harry reached out and pulled the fat on Dudley's belly: "Look, it's drooping down."

Dudley's ticklish spot got into trouble when Harry pulled it like that. He laughed out loud and said breathlessly, "But Dad thinks... thinks it's very manly... haha... Mum always thinks I'm thin, too."

"What about the girls in your school?" Harry asked a critical question.

Dudley opened his mouth and suddenly seemed to realize something.

“But I’m a pretty good boxer,” Dudley said. “If anyone at school dares to laugh at me, I can shut him up with just one punch.”

Harry imagined the scene for a moment...

Well, it would be exciting if my cousin could get to know Draco.

Imagine if my cousin went to Hogwarts and was mocked by Draco as a mudblood...

My cousin might not feel angry, but when he finds out what this word means, he will definitely punch him...

I have to say it, it’s quite interesting to think about.

"You have to learn to judge for yourself on some things, Dudley." Harry put his elbow on Dudley's thick shoulders. "You know, parents are not always right. We have to be good at judging right and wrong. After all... this is indeed a big problem. It's okay now, but be careful not to find a girlfriend in the future."

As Harry spoke, he squeezed Dudley's swim ring again.

"Then get me some, Harry," said Dudley seriously. "I don't want to be unable to find a girlfriend. God, it would be terrible if I couldn't find a girlfriend in my whole life."

After saying that, Dudley remembered something more important.

"But where's my gift?"

Harry then remembered that the cousin in front of him was truly earth-shattering in his pursuit of gifts.

Once, he overturned the dining table because he received two fewer gifts - and scared Harry so much that he almost choked on his bacon.

"Your gifts are upstairs. They are all snacks from the wizarding world. I brought you a little bit of each." Harry stood up and patted Dudley. "Come on, follow me upstairs."

"Really?" Dudley's eyes lit up when he heard the word "eat".

He followed Harry closely and walked all the way to Harry's room.

Harry pulled the suitcase out of his wallet, opened it and started to get some goodies for Dudley.

"Wow, it's a cauldron cake!" Dudley cheered after seeing the cauldron cake, picked up the cake and started to tear the packaging.

I have to admit that the cauldron cake is really delicious, especially the sweet and sour raspberry jam, which whetted Dudley's appetite.

If you are not careful, you will show off to seven.

"You eat so fast," Harry said helplessly, and got him some food from outside.

What he didn't notice was that Pappy quietly walked out and stood behind them, silent as a ghost. "And this, you have to try it." Harry handed Dudley some more Honeydukes candy, "Here, open this jar and take a look."

Dudley didn't know the seriousness of the situation. He took the can and twisted the lid off...

"Oh my god..."

He roared and almost threw the can.

There were densely packed cockroaches crawling inside the jar, crowded together, with the antennae on their heads even about to stick out.

Even though Dudley had a good mental state, he was almost frightened by the embarrassing scene in front of him.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and quickly put the lid back on.

"What is this?" Dudley asked in horror.

"Candy, a cockroach-shaped candy." Harry answered casually: "Don't be fooled by the fact that it looks like a cockroach, but it tastes delicious inside. It is said to be filled with cream. You can try it -"

Without saying a word, Dudley closed his eyes, unscrewed the lid, grabbed a cockroach candy and stuffed it into his mouth.

After a while, he opened his eyes happily.

"Oh, so sweet and delicious!"

"I think you and my headmaster have something in common, really." Harry looked at Dudley with the same eyes as a warrior: "He is very interested in this kind of candy, but most people in the school think he is crazy."

"I don't think so." Dudley held the jar and suddenly showed an evil smile.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you smiling like that?" Harry asked.

"What do you think if I take this candy to school?" Dudley said wickedly, "I'll use it to trick my classmates and tell them whoever dares to eat this cockroach, I'll... um... admit that he's the bravest person. Then I'll eat it to show my courage. How about that?"

"If you don't want to be known as 'Dudley the Cockroach Eater', you'd better not try it." Harry advised earnestly.

Dudley thought about it and realized that this was indeed the case.

He nodded, acknowledging what Harry said.

"I suggest you tighten the lid." Harry made a more pertinent suggestion: "After all, you don't want one to actually get in."

"That's sound advice indeed." Dudley said Harry was right.

He screwed up the candy jar and put it aside, then picked up another box. "What's this?"

"Blowing Super Bubble Gum." Harry introduced, "It allows people to blow bubbles the color of bluebells that float in the room for days without bursting."

"Good stuff." Dudley put the box aside. "Oh, what is this?"

"I suggest you don't try..."

Before Harry could finish his words, Dudley took a bite of the cake.

"Hagrid's rock cake." Harry sighed: "I forgot to take it out..."

"It tastes really good." Dudley smiled as he bit the rock cake. He couldn't tell that it was hard at all.

Harry looked at Rock Pancake, then at his cousin, and wondered if people's physiques might really be different?
However, he saw a white horse's head popping out from behind Dudley's shoulder.

"What are you eating? Break some for me!"

Dudley was visibly stunned when he suddenly heard the female voice.

He was very sure that there were only him and Harry in the room, and no woman.

Turning back, Dudley let out a scream.

He saw Pappy's head.

He couldn't help but be afraid. If it was a person, it would be fine, but it was obviously a horse.

Oh my god, this is scary.

Fortunately, Harry used a silencing charm before entering the room, otherwise his uncle and aunt would have been attracted to him.

"Oh my God!" Dudley cried in horror.

"Not Maria," Pappy corrected, "It's Pappy."

Dudley looked from Pappy to Harry in horror.

"Pappy?"

"Pappy is a unicorn, Dudley," was all Harry could say. "She's my friend - you should be thankful that unicorns only greet those with the purest souls."

"He has a very pure soul." Pappy looked at Dudley and said to Harry, "I think eating is the only thing that matters in his life."

"I have to admit, Miss Unicorn." Dudley was still a little frightened. "You are right."

"Okay, Dudley, don't panic." Harry patted the edge of the bed and let Pappy sit on it. He leaned on Pappy and said casually, "Unicorns are very holy creatures. You should feel happy, not scared."

"Really?" Dudley swallowed and looked at Pappy again.

It must be said that the unicorn's appearance is indeed extremely holy. Even someone as simple as Dudley can feel her holiness.

"Dudley! Dudley!"

My uncle's voice was heard outside.

"I should go down, Harry." Dudley sighed, "After all...well, the Masons are coming home, and I have to rehearse how to receive guests."

Finally, he said irritably, "Hey, I really don't know what Dad is thinking. Why does he have to do this over and over again..."

"Actually, you have another way." Pappy said suddenly.

"What's the solution?" Dudley perked up.

He really didn't want to rehearse anymore, it really didn't seem interesting.

If there was any good way for him to escape such training, he would be... so happy.

"In fact, you can ask Harry to make you some joy potion." Pappy shook his head and said, "The joy potion can make people fall into happiness. Think about it, if the Masons you mentioned come to your house and eat something with joy potion, driven by happiness, wouldn't it be easy for your father to talk about anything he wants?"

The more Pappy talked, the brighter Dudley's eyes became.

At last he cheered and ran out.

"I'll tell Dad right now!" He ran out without looking back.

(End of this chapter)