A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 606 Harry's New Neighbor
"Look at his name!" snorted Uncle Vernon. "Tom? His parents don't care. I bet there are a million people in the UK with that name. It's full of Tom, your colleagues in meetings with you, Promotional people, football players, and homeless people..."

He muttered in his mouth, as if to cover up the increasingly bland taste of the food.

This helped Harry, because he'd just dropped his fork with a shaking hand, leaving a stain on the clean tablecloth, and Aunt Petunia was distracted before he could cast a look of distaste.Harry picked up his fork quickly, making up his mind to leave as soon as he finished his meal.

The newscaster is dutifully broadcasting——

"...the original hotline will be shut down..." Uncle Feinon began to express his opinions fiercely again, "Where are the photos? What does he look like? There is also a bounty!" He growled, as if missing an extra income for himself And annoyed.

"He's been caught," Harry pointed dryly.

I thought that if he knew the meaning of this name, he probably wouldn’t have this attitude. No, it’s not even necessary to tell him that this name once belonged to Voldemort, just let him know: this is a dark wizard without any moral concepts, a The leader of a criminal gang is enough to scare the guts of the stern Uncle Fernon.

"You don't need to remind me!" Uncle Vernon yelled at Harry.

"There's no hotline," said Aunt Petunia suddenly, as sensitive as ever about secrecy and gossip.

"What?" Uncle Vernon asked in astonishment.

"There's no hotline, I haven't seen it...not mentioned on TV, and," Aunt Petunia frowned, "I've never heard the name."

Harry completely understood what she meant, she would not let go of any conversation easily, and the murderer was a very exciting topic, if he could take the opportunity to comment on the existing security, she would immediately let her know in the neighborhood Stunning at afternoon tea.

Harry looked at the announcer, he had a different understanding of it, maybe it was a secret signal from the wizards, telling fellow wizards hiding in the Muggle community: the war is over... He applauded the person who gave the idea, because the Muggle The name 'Voldemort' shouldn't appear on TV shows, and it would be much safer to change it to 'Tom Riddle'. With Rita Skeeter's continuous reports, the name Voldemort used when he was young is no longer It's a secret.

He was thinking about something, and at some point, the dining table fell silent, and Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia stared at him together.

Harry was bewildered as to how he had provoked them, but the TV news gave him the answer—

"... Some ornithologists speculate that the owl's abnormal behavior may be related to changes in the earth's magnetic field. It is reported that this is not the first time this has happened, as early as 15 years ago..."

Aunt Petunia gasped, Uncle Vernon's small eyes were bulging, and the fork in his hand was bent suddenly.

"I'm done," said Harry quickly, setting down the cutlery and sitting up in his chair.

"Don't even think about leaving, we need an explanation, boy!" Uncle Vernon yelled.

"there is nothing--"

"Yes!" Dudley interrupted suddenly, staring into the small eyes he inherited from his father. "I heard it all," he pointed his fat hand at Harry, who had to look carefully to see the fork he was holding. .

"—his room, there is always the sound of wings flapping and birdsong at night."

"That's an owl!"

"It really is your fault—"

Harry was secretly angry. "Well," he tried to calm himself down, "a big event happened in the wizarding world, Voldemort's downfall," he pointed to the TV, "that man was talking about him just now, Tom Riddle, this is His school name."

Before they could react, Harry ran upstairs in three steps.

Maybe I should tell them, Harry thought as he pushed open the door, but he was too busy to think about it these days, and so what if he did?Will they be genuinely happy?

The bedroom was messy, with a lot of things scattered around, and there was very little room to step down.

Aunt Petunia would have screamed if that had happened to her, but she hadn't been here for a long time, and she tried not to call Harry's name unless it was necessary.So Harry messed up the room with peace of mind, he glanced out the window, Sirius came back late these days.

Of course, my godfather is happily hunting dark wizards who slipped through the net with his old partner, how can he have time to take care of him?Harry thought sullenly, wondering when Sirius would realize the fact that he was in the way between Remus and Tonks...

Hedwig was pecking at the cage, Harry bent down and opened the cage door, and after Hedwig came out, she spread her wings and flew along the window into the dark night like a ghost.He moved the cage and picked up the small box on the ground.

Inside were letters spread out, pressed together and arranged in chronological order.The top one was sent by Hermione yesterday.

Harry sat in the chair and began to read from the middle, which he was already familiar with.

"...Our family went to Norway, where the weather is very hot most of the time, the salmon here is very delicious, I dare not go into the water, the waves are a bit big, I am worried that I will not be able to help using magic. If you travel here, Be sure to bring your toiletries and prepare a thick dress, if it rains, the weather will still be a bit cold..."

"A letter from your friend?"

Harry raised his head sharply, seeing Dudley's fat body blocking the door, he seemed to make a gesture of pointing his chin at the letter in Harry's hand, but besides making his own triple chin more obvious, he also blocked it. Eyes that were not that big.

"It's none of your business."

said Harry angrily, striding past the owl cage, stacks of books, Hogwarts robes, old clothes, and stepped forward to close the door.There was a strange flash in his heart, Dudley was just like his parents before, avoiding this place.

But Dudley blocked the door with one hand, and Harry's hand remained motionless on the doorknob, and he realized that his cousin had boxed, and that his wide frame wasn't all fat - but he wanted to wrap himself in it. Muscles showing, it could take Dudley a lifetime.

Harry's eyes widened, refraining from threatening him with magic.But if Dudley suddenly went out of his mind and wanted to get back to his primary school hobby, Harry had absolutely no advantage in size.

At this moment, Dudley bent down—his left hand was still resting firmly on the door, but the motion of bending down was more exhausting—he picked up a stack of parchment from the ground, "The Patronus Mystery—Harry By Potter, are you going to write a book? Like Gilderoy Lockhart?"

"Give it back to me!" said Harry angrily. "I'm not like that liar! Wait—how do you know—"

He stared at Dudley, shocked.

He didn't know when Dudley intervened in his life in another world. It felt like people who had been with him day and night for more than ten years, such as the Dursleys and Mrs. Figg, suddenly confessed to him that they were wizards. ...

This is ridiculous.There must be a reason, and it is likely to be on yourself.There was a flash of inspiration, and Harry suddenly remembered something. He strode to the cabinet and knocked over a few quills and ink bottles on the way, but Harry didn't pay attention at all. He opened the cabinet and threw the dirty clothes aside Well, his hand reached into a slightly deeper drawer with a missing door—it was empty.

"You took my book?" Harry gritted his teeth and said back, there was a kind of anger that his privacy was prying in, and the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time burst out.He thought about his childhood with a very unpleasant feeling: he didn't have a decent toy in his hands, Dudley left them all.And he had to hide from Dudley. If he saw it, there would be two results. Either he would cry to Aunt Petunia to take the toy back and would rather throw it away; The feet are crushed.

The only consolation was that Dudley never went into the cupboard he used to live in, because he couldn't squeeze in when he was six, which left Harry hoarding a few broken toys like a house-elf.

When Harry realized, the wand had already appeared in his hand like lightning, and it was on Dudley's neck.The tip of the wand was glowing menacingly red, and Dudley's face was full of terror, his neck was thrown back, and his fat toes stood on tiptoe like a bad ballerina.

"Don't - you can't - use magic outside of school -"

"I don't care!" Harry gritted the words, "I don't care, do you understand?" He was seriously considering whether to cast a jinx on Dudley, which he read in the Half-Blood Prince's textbook There was a spell that would make the toes grow wildly, but then Harry thought of Snape, and his mood worsened.

"Usually you would never dare to come here, I should have thought... something is wrong with your summer vacation." Harry took a breath, "That's right, you stole my book, Lockhart... and that set of comics ...You think you know magic, don't you? Tell me, what do you want to do this time?"

Dudley seemed out of breath, his face was flushed, his hand tried to push the wand away, but the wand froze a few sparks, and he was too frightened to move.

Harry calmed down a little.

He took two steps back and pulled his wand out of Dudley's second chin, pointing the tip at the ground.His first reaction was that it was bad, Dudley would sue, but then it seemed like a good idea, and Harry stared at the messy room, just in time for him to pack up and move into Sirius' rented house overnight.

Now that Voldemort had been captured, Harry didn't think he was still in danger, so it seemed that there was nothing to lose if the protection magic was disabled?As soon as this idea appeared, it took root in Harry's head and quickly grew into a towering tree.

Dudley finally reacted.

He slowly put his hand into his trouser pocket and took out a few banknotes. Harry stared, and for a moment he thought he had discovered Dudley's real purpose - to show off how much pocket money he had.But Harry quickly thought of something.He looked at Dudley who was trying to speak, and a strange feeling came to him.

"I—buy—money—"

"You want to pay for something? From me? For what?"

Dudley opened his mouth, his face flushed, as if he had lost the ability to speak.

"Zi-Zi-"

"Zizi honey honey?"

"Also, and Hu—"

"Pepper Boy?"

"Dudley--Dada--the TV show is on--is your favorite--"

Aunt Petunia's shout in the living room broke the silence between the two of them, and Dudley backed away quickly, just as if Harry was chasing after him, chanting a curse, he stood at the door and shouted downstairs with a face full of shock: " Understood—I'll be right down."

Then he turned his head, and as if he had regained enough courage from his mother, he stared at Harry's forehead for a moment.

"Is it true what the comic books say? Does it mention you, the famous Potter?"

"Yes, the famous Potter," Harry repeated dryly.

Dudley disappeared from sight.There was an overwhelmed groan from the stairs, and Harry froze for a few seconds before stepping forward to slam the door behind him.He locked the door worryingly, sat back on the chair, and stared at the messy room in a daze.

He remembered that Dudley hadn't returned the book, and certainly hadn't left the money, so he was just pretending?Good business, Harry thought slightly meanly, and he was expected to inherit his father's position.

He imagined what a middle-aged Dudley would be like. He was a complete copy of Uncle Vernon, at most with a bigger body and thicker fingers. He heard that Dudley was playing baseball, but Harry had no idea what he could achieve Not expecting anything at all.This was contrary to Aunt Petunia's point of view, and one of them must be wrong.

Harry stood up and picked up the parchment from the ground. The first few pages of the parchment were smudged by the overturned ink bottle, but Harry wasn't too worried, he was about to memorize the contents on it.This was his own book, and it might be published in the future. Harry seemed extremely patient, and it could be said that he carefully considered every word.

Speaking of which, Harry hadn't thought about publishing at all.

Perhaps it's time to ask Professor Hemp?But he rejected this idea, he doesn't want to contact Professor Happe or Headmaster Dumbledore very much now, he has heard the complete prophecy from Sirius, and knows his own fate: one must die at the other's hand, because both Individuals cannot live together, only one survives...

For a moment, Harry felt a strong hope that if anyone survived, it should be him, right?Because Voldemort has been captured.Apparently Sirius thought so, so he was quick to tell Harry when Harry asked.

But Harry knew more, he was a Horcrux, a part of Voldemort's life.

Sirius didn't know about Horcruxes, he was excluded from the truth, which Harry repeatedly confirmed, he found a sense of sympathy in Sirius, and at the same time had a slight waver in his own fate, or Dumbledore The principal is also trying to find a way to make himself survive?

Harry didn't dare to ask that question, he was ready to die and didn't want to be hit a second time.He could only wait, and if they—Professor Hemp or Headmaster Dumbledore—worked out something, they would tell him.

Flutter.

An owl flew in through the window, and Harry thought it was Hedwig, but it was another tawny owl.It turned around the room in disgust, managed to find a place for itself, stood on the window sill, and raised its right leg.

Harry walked over and tore off the large, square envelope.

When he saw the logo of the Ministry of Magic and the mark of the Wizarding Examinations Authority, he froze for a moment.

He had completely forgotten about the OWLs test scores.

At the same time, several things happened almost simultaneously——

Felix bid farewell to his friend's house in the orphanage; Dumbledore, who had been busy for a day, received news in a foreign country: Gellert Grindelwald mysteriously disappeared and was suspected of escaping from prison; Rent a house nearby.

"Old sir, are you planning to stay for a long time?"

"Unfortunately, I have other schedules. I will live here for about a month. After that, I will meet a few people, some old friends, and some pen pals who have never met... Speaking of which, my pen pal is full of wit and ingenuity. , most of the purpose of my trip is to have a chat with him in person..."

In view of the high rent, the landlord did not make any comments.

"By the way... the Dursleys live around here?"

"That's right, you and them are relatives?" the landlord asked curiously, "I haven't heard them mention it at all."

"No." Grindelwald said softly.He is in much better shape now, his cheeks are still thin, but he is not skinny anymore, and he looks like an old-fashioned gentleman in his exquisite clothes.

He smiled decently and said, "I just often hear the name of the family's children mentioned by that pen pal—he is a school teacher, and to be honest, my ears are getting callused."

"You mean Dudley Dursley?"

"The other one," Grindelwald said casually, "is probably called Harry Potter."

(End of this chapter)