A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 610 Dinner
There was a knock on the door of Harry's cubicle.

"Harry—come out to eat—" Aunt Petunia said dryly, if it wasn't for the distorted voice slightly distorted by the tattered cloth strips in Harry's ears, he would have heard the unnaturalness in her tone, and she wanted to Much more polite and polite than usual.

"Got it," Harry murmured, biting his quill, staring at the scrawling on the parchment.In the end, he frowned and crossed out the word 'courage' and changed it to 'firm and unshakable faith'. After reading it carefully, he felt that it made a lot of sense.

It would be better to give a few more examples.That would make it easier to understand, Harry thought.

"Harry—" the voice became visibly impatient.

"coming!"

Harry jumped up from his chair, removed the cloth strips from his ears, then shuffled the parchment under Quidditch Ball, and opened the door.

Outside the door was Aunt Petunia's slender, equestrian face, her long, thin eyebrows tightly packed together and twisted into a knot between them.

Harry froze.

Aunt Petunia had never been very friendly towards him, he was used to it, and 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 a few seconds for him to realize how indecent his current actions were—he was stretching, half-yawned, rubbing his dry eyes with his right hand, his glasses were pushed to his forehead, and his whole body twisted unnaturally .

Aunt Petunia squeezed her lips tightly into a forced smile.

"There are guests at home."

"Should I pretend I'm not home?" Harry asked muffled, thinking he might be able to climb out 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 just wanted to refute, how is this possible?But there was indeed a faint voice chatting downstairs, who could it be? He guessed wildly, it couldn't be Mr. Bagshot, right?Did he succeed in the interview?
Harry raised his feet and ran downstairs——Aunt Petunia stretched out her hand in despair, her lips squirmed and mouthed: hair... But Harry was gone, and the sound from downstairs became more and more clear , one of them was Uncle Vernon, and the other—

"Groning Drilling Company? Yeah, I know...I worked for Neal's, not long, as a junior supervisor...ah, you're a supervisor too? What a coincidence..."

"Professor Hemp!?" Harry exclaimed in disbelief.

He rubbed his eyes vigorously, suspecting that he was dreaming.Professor Happer, Uncle Vernon, and Dudley are sitting at the dinner table, having a good time talking - from Harry's point of view, as long as Uncle Vernon doesn't go into a rage and Dudley doesn't hide in the closest hiding corner , 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 he knew it must be a mess just by the feel of his hands, because he hadn't been in the mood to take care of it recently. Now that the professor saw the sloppy look, he felt a little embarrassed and tried to straighten it out in embarrassment. .

"I've got a comb here, if you need it—"

"Yes!" Harry shouted. He walked over and sat next to Professor Haip, staring at him as he took out a comb from the pocket of his delicate coat. Harry was a little dazed. Does the professor still carry such things with him?But he grinned when he noticed that the professor was offering the comb with his left hand.

This kind of secrecy is not enough for outsiders.

So Uncle Vernon and Dudley could only stare at the emerald ring and comb in Felix's hand with identical small eyes.

Aunt Petunia shuffled in, because there was one more person than usual—and Harry figured none of them would have the courage to sit with Professor Hemp, so she was squeezed between her husband and son, looking like two A layer of spinach was sandwiched between slices of thick bread.

Dinner is not rich.

They are all simple food, especially compared with the well-made glass wine bottles that obviously should not appear on the table, they are set off even more shabby.Harry actually saw a hint of embarrassment on Aunt Petunia's face, he was secretly surprised, he really couldn't figure out what kind of magic the professor cast.

"Food doesn't seem to be enough, if you don't mind, I can cast a spell—"

"No!" Aunt Petunia screamed excitedly, and Uncle Vernon's thick neck swelled suddenly. Harry knew that the professor's words violated the taboo of 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, and there was still a faint smile on his face.

"Really? But I think he's looking forward to it," said Felix.

Harry immediately turned his head to look at his cousin Dudley, and he saw a strong longing in those eyes, so he knew the reason. Professor Haip would never let go of such a bright hint——who is the one in this family? the master.Harry was tired of watching Harry since he was a child, not to mention the example that has just been staged in the past few days: Aunt Petunia cried and tried to persuade, and finally ended in failure in the "comic book battle".

He was just surprised that the professor discovered the truth in such a short time.

Felix snapped his fingers lightly.

A row of golden plates descended from the sky.Sausages, delicacies, pies, steaks, smoked fish, salads, pumpkin juice, orange juice... the tables are packed to the brim.Harry was no stranger to these foods, and it seemed to him that the professor had brought the Hogwarts kitchen over.

Aunt Petunia's eyebrows were tightened even more, and she tried her best to lean back, as if she wanted to escape from the chair. After she failed, she shook her head nervously from side to side, for fear that some neighbors would be lying on the window to see this scene. Uncle Nong was panting heavily, his face flushed purple visibly.

Dudley glanced at it flinchingly, then leaped forward.

To be honest, this scene was quite shocking. If it wasn't commonplace, Harry probably wouldn't be at peace either.But he's hungry now, and it's a novel experience to eat school food for the summer, and he happily sticks a chicken leg with a fork.

"Uh, can we serve dinner?" Harry asked belatedly.

"I'm a guest." Felix said implicitly, his eyes gliding from Vernon, Petunia, and finally on Dudley. "It's up to you... I'm familiar with both sides, and these things should suit your tastes. Harry ate these things at school." He added, "Unless you're trying to lose weight."

Gudong.

Dudley swallowed.The power of that statement was enormous, thought Harry.Since the summer vacation of the third grade, Dudley has been trying to resist the recipes at home for two years since Dudley was sent a warning letter by the school doctor because of obesity.

"Dudley—" said Aunt Petunia sternly.

Dudley stared at her with small eyes, and climbed onto the table with one hand stubbornly.Feinon coughed violently, his mustache trembled wildly, and the trotter-like hand stopped hesitantly.After waiting for a few seconds, it started to move again, persistently pushing away the vegetarian salad they were going to eat, silently expressing the protest from the owner.

Uncle Vernon sighed heavily, picked up the fork, "Okay, you win, let's eat." As he said, he inserted a chicken leg—Harry had already chewed it—he bit down viciously A large piece of meat.

Dudley inserted a whole steak with lightning speed and bit into it, splashing the juices.

Aunt Petunia seemed determined not to eat at all.She sat on a chair with her arms crossed, staring at the air in the middle of the table.Even Harry could sense her determination, turning his head to Professor Happer, who seemed not to see him, and was spooning mushroom soup.

Halfway through the meal, Dudley had completely let go of his scruples. He ate more meat tonight than this week combined, and his mouth was full of oil.Seemingly forgetting his fear, he stood up bravely and reached for the smoked fish in front of Felix.

"Is it delicious?" Felix asked suddenly.

Dudley, who was bent over, was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and muttered, "It's delicious."

"Then why don't you get some for your mother?"

Dudley's fat arm was hanging in the air, and he stared blankly at Felix, as if Felix had just told a very powerful riddle. From Dudley's face, it seemed that he could clearly feel that he was A series of complex psychological activities are going on.After a moment's struggle, he placed a smoked fish on Penny's clean, empty plate.

Before he could aim for the second smoked fish, his mother was crying.

"So, so good, Dada..." Her thin arms hugged Dudley tightly, "What a, what a cute child..."

Felix and Harry exchanged a silent look, with reservations.

But Penny no longer refuses to eat.

Harry was amazed by Professor Haip's behavior, and he seemed to have discovered the trick: as long as he mastered his cousin's emotions, the professor would be invincible.But now it seems that Dudley doesn't reject Professor Haipu, or rather, doesn't fear...

That set of comic books played a vital role.

Satisfied with food and drink, Felix snapped his fingers again, and this time it was dessert.No need to ask any more, Dudley was the first to pounce on it.When everything was over, Felix waved his hand, and everything disappeared.

"Tell me," Fernon gritted his teeth, slumped on the sofa, and said forcefully, "What conspiracy do you have?"

"Conspiracy?" Felix asked with some amusement.

There was a sudden silence in the room, as if everyone realized that the visit would not end on a happy note.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 and clinking bottles and jars, was standing in the doorway at some point.

"That's right," Fernon said gruffly, "I figured it out when I was eating, so don't think I'm easy to fool, or my heart softens just because of a meal...I tell you, it's impossible! But you're better than I've ever seen Be smart about that big idiot—”

"Hagrid is no fool!" Harry was enraged.

Uncle Vernon narrowed his eyes.

"Ah, I see, you want to talk to me about something serious," said Felix.

"You're right!" Feinon turned his head quickly, and kept talking to the air, "You used to work for Neil's company, which is a big company... But you see, I'm not bad, I'm A great sales executive, has seen all kinds of people... If someone plots against my property, or the house..."

"Are you crazy?" Harry yelled. "Me? Coveting your house?"

"I'm not crazy, on the contrary I'm sober." Fernon's eyes shone shrewdly, he gritted his teeth and said, "There were early signs, didn't they? That—that guy named Voldemort, he's already been caught , boy, you have no reason to stay here anymore..."

"Fernon," Aunt Petunia called from the kitchen door.

"Listen to me! That Voldemort has been captured... We are safe, but this kid is still refusing to leave, Petunia, think about it, why?"

"I wonder why, too!" Harry roared.

Felix cleared his throat.

"It seems that there is very little communication between you. As long as you have a little understanding of the magic world, you will understand that this kind of worry is completely unnecessary and just a delusion."

"Delusion?" Fenon stared.

"That's right," Felix nodded. He crossed his legs and waved his hand, and a cup of steaming tea appeared in his palm. "My plan wasn't to answer people's questions, but now I can take a few minutes because it's easy to explain."

Fenon showed his energy to negotiate, and his small eyes fixed on Felix's face.Same goes for Penny.

"First of all, this house," he looked around with interest, "is run by Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts—do you know who he is?" His eyes fell on Petunia, She looked stiff. "That's simple. As a powerful wizard, he has arranged profound protection magic around him, with family blood as the bond. Its function is not only to protect the underage Harry, but also to protect you from harm."

"The magic effect will last until Harry reaches adulthood. During this period, Harry must live here for a period of time every year, not much, just a few weeks."

"Now that Voldemort has been captured, his henchmen are pretty much wiped out. The reason why Harry is still here, well - I can only guess, because I am not in charge: probably because Voldemort is not dead, To be prudent, it's best not to let the magic fail."

"Can he escape?" Feinong said disgustedly, "on our side—"

"There are many people who have escaped from prison." Felix nodded and added.Fernon's face flushed red.

"Wizards and Muggles - that is, ordinary people - share some aspects, such as emotions; but a few differences - especially the part related to magic, may be very different. For example, in the topic we are talking about, Voldemort A rather terrifying dark wizard."

"He is different from the armed gangsters in your impression. He is more dangerous, much more dangerous... For example, given him time, he can easily destroy London."

The Dursleys shuddered.

"You, don't even think about—"

"No matter how strange you feel, it is true. Decades ago, he planned to occupy the Ministry of Magic and extend his tentacles to the world of ordinary people. He and his men took pleasure in torturing ordinary people. , Many of the headless koan cases that you are familiar with in reality are done by them."

"Harry's parents stood up against Voldemort at the time, I don't know if they told you - but they did the right thing. After that... probably some people died on both sides, and Voldemort was unstoppable for a while until he found the Potters—”

"The Boy Who Lived!" said Dudley suddenly, pointing at Harry. "He killed Voldemort."

Two inhalation sounds.

"That's a misinformation," Felix corrected. "Voldemort wasn't dead, he was just - er, badly wounded, in your understanding, and had to go into hiding. There's also a fallacy, and it wasn't Harry either. It was his mother Lily who cast a complex protective spell on Voldemort. In short, a life for a life."

"Harry was sent to you for the reason I mentioned earlier. He is not happy here. Although I have no position to blame you, from a neutral point of view, I still 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, I don't care how he chooses, that's his own business, but there are some things you need to know..."

"For example, wizards never worry about houses. Taking me as an example, as long as I have enough materials, I can build a small town in a day. And I do have similar plans, but not now."

The Dursleys stared wide-eyed, 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 used by the 'Future World' company." headquarters use."

"Company? Whose?" Fernon asked sensitively.

"Mine," said Felix cheerfully.

"Aren't you a professor at that school?" Feinon asked quickly, as if he was happy to find a loophole in his words.

"Oh, you have to allow me a side job."

Fernon muttered twice, pointing at Harry suspiciously.

"This kid can also build a house?"

"Harry's talent is not in this, I'm just giving you a random example, there are many things wizards can do, such as rockets-well, let's get back to the topic, Harry is naturally magically active, maybe this brings you some Troubled... But, he will be an excellent fighter, just like his parents. In some respects, he has even surpassed. Voldemort's downfall is directly related to your nephew."

……

When Harry showed Felix to the door, he asserted:
"Professor, you are doing useless work, I can swear they will not change anything in the future."

"You're right that some people are hopeless," Felix agreed.

"Then why-"

"As I said, how to deal with relatives is your own business. I didn't intend to use a few words to make them change. That's unrealistic. But at least, I don't want your relationship to become worse because of my visit."

Harry looked down, thinking that the professor seemed to have helped him, but the professor himself denied it.

"Oh, yes, almost forgot business, 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, he's dead?" Harry's eyes widened, and the image of the frail, sometimes gentle, sometimes gloomy old man appeared in his mind. Even though they had only been together for a few days, he still urged himself to marry the Dursleys. Hex, but Harry already considered him a friend.

"Ha, wonderful association!" Felix couldn't help laughing, "I will pass on your 'concern' to him."

　Basically, the big story about the Dursleys is over, and it may be mentioned sporadically later, or appear in extra episodes.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-death scene couldn't break the defense of the Dursleys. I can't think of a more shocking scene, so the change can only happen to Dudley.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)