Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 112 Oh my God, your parents abandoned you again?
"Boom boom boom!"

The moment the engine sounded.

Mrs. Molly jumped up from the bench.

Dylan leaned back and blinked.

Mrs. Molly turned around and strode out the door.

Her angry look made Dylan feel that the person outside the door was probably in trouble.

Dylan also slowly stood up and walked towards the door.

As she approached, Mrs. Molly's originally gentle voice was like a pebble, thrown out by her force and entering Dylan's ears.

"Okay—Okay! You guys are really brave now! You actually dare to drive the car away without permission?"

"Do you know how dangerous this is? If the Ministry finds out—oh, thank God you're back safely."

"Do you know how much I worry about your safety?!"

Mrs. Molly had a scowl on her face as she spoke one sentence after another, with hardly a break for breath.

Dylan felt like Ron, standing in front of Mrs. Molly and being scolded like a little chicken.

Dylan looked ahead. Ron was sandwiched between Fred and George. He and his two brothers lowered their heads and dared not utter a word in the face of their mother's scolding.

At this time, Harry also tiptoed out of the open car door.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Molly, they're here to pick me up—I didn't expect they would come to pick me up like this."

Harry looked shy and embarrassed, looking down at his toes. "I'm sorry to have worried you, but I'm really happy that Ron and the others can come and take me away."

Mrs. Molly paused, then looked at Harry, her eyes softening.

——She had obviously also heard from Ron how badly Harry's uncle and aunt treated him.

"Hello, Harry, how was the journey?"

Looked at the sky.

It's almost morning now.

——God knows how worried she was waiting for these naughty kids all night!

but……

Although these three naughty guys finally took Harry in smoothly and nothing happened, she still had to teach Ron and the twins a lesson!

"Even if you wanted to take Harry over, you could have told me in advance. But you drove away without permission."

"What if something happens along the way? It's okay if you guys get hurt, but what if Harry gets hurt?!"

"(°°)..." Ron was stunned and raised his head in disbelief.

Mommy, what are you talking about?
The twins also raised their heads and looked at their mother pitifully.

"Aren't we your favorite children?"

"No, not after what you did—Ginny is."

Mrs. Molly's face was expressionless.

The twins howled, "Oh, no—!"

Harry, who was standing next to her, was a little scared at first when he saw Mrs. Molly so angry, but he almost couldn't hold back his laughter when he heard the twins' devilish howls.

Mrs. Molly couldn't help laughing at the twins, but she still managed to keep a straight face and lectured Ron and the twins for a while.

The scolding stopped when she heard Harry's stomach growl.

Mrs. Molly glared at Ron and the other two, then looked at Harry and said softly, "Are you hungry? Darling, come in quickly. I'll get you something to eat."

"And your friend Dylan is here too—just arrived, not too long ago."

When Ron heard Dylan's name, he raised his head suddenly, and a look of surprise flashed across his face. He had been lowering his head and kicking the dirt on the ground with his toes.

"Dylan? He decided to come over after receiving my letter, right? Where is he?"

Harry also looked into the room in surprise.

Dylan stepped out from behind the door at just the right moment, revealing himself.

——Just now he was worried that if he showed up too early, Mrs. Molly might not be able to continue scolding him.

"It's really Dylan! Hey! Good evening!"

"No, it's good morning!"

The Weasley twins greeted Dylan.

Dylan looked at the sky which was gradually turning pale and waved to them.

"Hello you all."

Ron glanced at his mother, and seeing that she didn't react, he trotted over to Dylan.

"Why didn't you tell us you were coming so we could pick you up along the way?"

Ron's voice had barely fallen.

A chill suddenly ran down his spine.

Ron shuddered and didn't dare look back.

"Come on, let's go inside!"

He pushed Dylan and brought him back into the house.

The Weasley twins also rushed in and surrounded Dylan, chattering in his head.

Mrs. Molly and Harry were the only ones left outside.

"Don't be nervous, come in quickly, I'm sorry for embarrassing you just now." Mrs. Molly smiled gently.

After all, this was Harry's first time visiting Ron's house—at this early and late an hour.

He felt a little embarrassed, but after hearing what Mrs. Molly said, he walked into the house obediently.

Mrs. Molly closed all the car doors, walked into the house, closed the door, and then went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the little ones.

The space inside the Burrow is not very large.

Even the sofa that Dylan sat on just now was quite small, and there was only one of them.

So at this moment, Dylan and the others gathered around the dining table.

A large group of people were crowded together, and although it looked full, their shoulders were pressed tightly against each other and their knees touched from time to time.

But the Weasley twins were there, and Harry and Ron hadn't seen Dylan in nearly a month.

When they first met, there was always a lot to talk about, and the atmosphere among the young wizards was quite lively.

"Oh my God! Your parents left you again and went traveling by themselves?" Ron exclaimed.

Mrs. Molly, who was cracking eggs and preparing to fry an egg for each of the little ones, heard the sound, paused, and muttered softly, "Poor children."

Dylan smiled and said, "They're usually busy too, but they took a special day off to come and spend time with me. We've been together for so many days anyway, so if they want to go out, they can go out. I can also come and play with you guys."

Ron nodded repeatedly: "That's absolutely right!"

Harry sat stiffly, and after coming in, although he was chatting with Dylan and the others, his eyes and gaze kept darting around, and his fingers unconsciously tugged at the corners of his clothes.

Dylan felt that Harry seemed a little nervous, and even the twins' occasional laughter did not seem to ease his mood.

Dylan paused slightly, pulled out a chair, walked to the hot tea that Mrs. Molly had just made for him, picked up the teapot and brought it back.

He flipped his hand and the wand appeared in his palm. Then he waved it gently, and Dylan whispered a spell.

A soft light flashed from the tip of the wand.

The spell enveloped the teapot, and soon, wisps of hot steam came out from the gaps.

Dylan picked up a teacup and poured Harry a cup of hot tea.

"Have some hot tea. Don't be so nervous. Mrs. Molly is very nice, gentle and beautiful. Didn't you receive a gift from her at Christmas?"

Harry was stunned for a moment, then took the teacup and held it tightly with both hands. The warm touch passed through his fingertips and slowly spread throughout his body.

Harry couldn't help but relax a little, his tense shoulders shrugged slightly, and he nodded: "You're right."

Mrs. Molly, who had almost finished frying the eggs, came over cheerfully with a large plate in her hand.

"My dear, you are so sensible. Come and eat. You must be hungry too, right?"

She distributed several small plates to Dylan and others. After they put their eggs on their own plates, she took the big plate away and fried sausages and bread for them. When she passed by Harry, Mrs. Molly rubbed Harry's head with one hand.

"Kid, you didn't do anything wrong in this matter. It's all Ron and the others' fault."

Ron:…

Weasley twins: ~
"In fact, if you still don't reply to Ron's letter, Arthur and I will go straight to pick you up."

"Don't listen to those naughty kids and think that Arthur and I aren't worried about you and are secretly driving over to pick you up."

Mrs. Molly glanced at Ron and the others.

Ron quickly lowered his head, pierced the egg with a fork, and put it directly into his mouth.

Harry could clearly feel the kindness Mrs. Molly showed him, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Thank you."

"Why be so polite? Eat quickly, it will get cold soon."

Mrs. Molly patted Harry's head again before heading back to the kitchen.

It was just an egg and everyone ate it quickly.

He stuffed it all into his mouth in two bites.

After finishing his meal, Harry looked around while holding a cup of hot tea in his hand. He tilted his head and asked Dylan beside him in a low voice.

"Dylan, is your home decorated like this? It feels very wizard-like."

Dylan also glanced at his surroundings.

Although the house is small, it is full of the rich atmosphere of life.

There are many photos hanging on the wall, some magical photos and some ordinary photos.

The people in the magic photo can move, and the Weasleys in their youth are in it, smiling and greeting the new day.

In addition, there are many photos of the Weasley family at various stages of their growth.

The fireplace looked a bit old, and there were many strange little objects on the mantel, such as an hourglass with flowing golden powder, and several small wizard statues.

Next to the fireplace is a wooden bookshelf with many magic books on it. The covers of some of the books are so worn that even the words on the books have become blurred.

——It can be seen that they have been read countless times.

Dylan shook his head. "There aren't any magical items in my house—you know, my parents are Muggles."

Harry blinked, then nodded slightly. "I don't have any magical items at home."

After a slight pause, he added, "Maybe. I always feel that something has possessed the Dursleys, making them look stupid, dumb, and very bad!"

Dursley was the surname of Harry's aunt's family.

Hearing Harry say this, Dylan pursed his lips and tried not to laugh.

——It seems that Harry is a little angry because of the bullying by his family.

Ron leaned over and said, "Dylan, although it's time for breakfast now, it should still be late at night when you come, right?"

Dylan turned around and nodded gently: "Yes, I flew over here on my broom and saw your mommy waiting at the door."

He chuckled, "At first I thought it was to greet me."

A voice came from the kitchen—"Of course!"

Ron tilted his head. "You didn't even write me a reply in advance. I thought you weren't planning on coming to play with us, but you suddenly sneaked over here!"

Dylan sighed, "I can't help it. I'm just too bored being home alone. In fact, I've already made plans. If you're all asleep, I'll just take a stroll around the neighborhood."

Ron blinked. "But you flew here? You can... I mean, didn't we sign that guarantee before we left school?"

Dylan chuckled. "Yes, I signed it, but the letter of guarantee didn't say we couldn't use magic outside—and I was riding a broom."

Ron was stunned: "What? Can little wizards use magic outside? But Fred and the others told me..."

"If that didn't work, the Ministry of Magic would have discovered you secretly driving the car out this time, right?"

Dylan was awakened by his words and was deceived.

Ron grumbled, then glared at the twins.

"You actually lied to me!"

Fred and George looked at each other and burst into laughter. "That's not really a lie, my dear brother!"

Ron said with a depressed look on his face, "I was wondering why you and Hermione ignored me when I signed the guarantee letter!"

Dylan shrugged. "Perhaps Hermione also thinks that the little wizard cannot use magic outside. At least you can use spells at home."

Ron came to his senses when he thought of the spell Dylan had used to heat up Harry's tea.

"I haven't used any spells in a month! I almost forgot how to say them!"

Harry had relaxed by now, no longer so nervous.

He placed the teacup on the table and patted Ron's shoulder.

"It's okay, me too."

——He also listened to Ron's explanation of the notice and hardly used any spells for a whole month.

This also caused his uncle to become even more cruel to him, and he even locked him up and didn't even give him food.

Dylan looked at Harry and said, "You're so miserable at home, so where's the gift I gave you? Didn't you receive it?"

Harry's birthday is July 7st.

Dylan mailed him a gift.

If his gift was stolen or even damaged, he would let the Dursleys experience the horror of fools.

"I got it. Although Dobby has been trying to stop me from returning to Hogwarts, he also didn't let Dudley steal my birthday present."

Harry shook his head and raised his eyes with gratitude: "Thank you, Dylan, I like your gift very much."

"I didn't expect there were real Golden Snitches for sale. That would be really cool as a decoration. I brought it with me and plan to decorate my dorm."

"That's good." Dylan smiled. "I found it while shopping in Diagon Alley, in the Quidditch shop. It's a limited edition, but I guess it's not limited at all."

"Because I took the last Golden Snitch from the limited edition display case, and the boss immediately put another one in."

"Hahahaha!"

"This must be the boss's way of selling things!"

"I guess so!"

Ron and the twins couldn't stop laughing.

Dylan nodded. "It's a bit of a marketing ploy, but thankfully it's not too expensive. I think it's actually quite fun to have a Golden Snitch around the house. It would be a perfect birthday present for Harry."

The bread and sausages were fried quickly.

Mrs. Molly brought it to the table and buttered the bread for Harry and Dylan herself.

"Hey! Mom, why don't you help us apply it too?"

"Maybe it's because the naughty boy doesn't deserve it?"

Mrs. Molly glanced at the twins.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came.

"You guys are so noisy!"

Dylan turned his head and saw a little girl with red hair, wearing pajamas and holding a doll in her arms, rubbing her eyes and walking down.

When the little girl looked clearly at the people sitting there, she found that there were two other people. She glared at them, and then without saying a word, she picked up the doll, covered her face with it, and then turned around and ran upstairs.

Dylan and Harry both blinked.

"Ginny is so ignorant. She didn't even say hello to the guests."

Ron grunted, then buttered his bread, put some sausage on it, and took a big bite.

At the same time, he grumbled to Dylan and the others, "That's my sister Ginny. I told you."

"You have no idea how many times she's been talking about Harry this summer, and she keeps asking me to get her a few autographs of Harry's—I don't know what she wants them for."

Harry's expression was dull, as if he hadn't reacted.

Want his autograph?
(End of this chapter)