curse the world at hogwarts

"It's not Potter, it's Potter..."

The little animal carefully corrected Rhine's pronunciation, and then suddenly realized that something was not right.

"you know me?"

Rhine nodded, but suddenly fell into melancholy.

More than just acquaintance, I accidentally set your father's eyebrows on fire with a fire spell, which earned me unprecedented praise from Snape, and I also learned how to make a sharp move without a shadow.

What a fleeting and beautiful era!

No, Rhine shook his head to dispel the inexplicable emotions that surged into his heart.

It seems that although the remnant soul of his predecessor has dissipated, the long-term emotional immersion still has an irreversible impact on him.

He stood up, pulled the little animal up, picked up the schoolbag scattered on the ground for him, and pointed to the name tag that fell out.

"Well, isn't that your name?" Rhine said, "Mr. Harry Pott."

He really didn't expect that he would meet the savior here. For a moment, he was guided by the emotions in his memories and almost stabbed Lou Zi.

After the Potters were killed fighting against Voldemort, Dumbledore chose to foster Harry in the Muggle world because he did not want him to indulge in false fame prematurely.

If he knew that he had exposed the truth in advance, I don't know what that old fox would do.

Harry nodded stupidly, but suddenly his back tightened.

The sound of messy footsteps came from a distance, and then a chubby little boy rushed into the alley with several boys of about the same age.

"Ha!" He pointed at Harry and shouted happily, "You really skipped school!"

Harry was speechless: "You skipped school too, Dudley."

"I'm here to catch your mistake!" Dudley said arrogantly, "I must let my parents know that you are not honest in school!"

Only then did Rhine realize that Little Fatty was probably the cousin who liked to bully Harry.

This also explains why Harry suddenly appeared on his flight path, because the little wizard will burst out his own magic power in emergency situations.

"Do you need help?" He asked Harry in a low voice, but his legs were already moving in the other direction. "If you don't need it, I'll go first..."

Harry nodded: "Yes."

"..." Rhine was speechless for a moment.

Shouldn’t the savior bear everything on his own?

I was just being polite, why are you being so rude?

What about Gryffindor?

What about courage?

The ball was thrown back into Rhine's hands, and he got a headache instead.

Hit someone directly?

He doubted that he would be crushed by Dudley, who weighed as much as a 1.8-meter-strong man.

Put a spell on him?

Rhine didn't want to go home today after being released from prison yesterday.

Suddenly a thought flashed through his mind, and he raised his hand to fish out the thin coat from Harry's backpack.

"These are Dudley's old clothes?" Rhine confirmed to Harry.

Harry nodded in confusion and looked warily at Dudley, who was approaching.

Perhaps seeing Rhine as a fake adult, Dudley and the others hesitated.

In Harry's sight, Rhine's hand pulled out a few threads from the clothes and twisted them twice with his fingers.

"call--!"

With a burning noise that was so slight that it was almost undetectable, the thread was twisted into charcoal by him.

Harry was completely stunned: "Do you... do a trick?"

"Exactly." Rhine decisively accepted the reason and pointed at Dudley.

The charcoal on his fingertips evaporated out of thin air, and then he heard Dudley exclaim "Ouch".

Harry turned around and saw Dudley suddenly covering his stomach and tightening his legs.

"It's...it's coming out!"

With three parts anger, three parts shyness, and one part tears on his face, he spoke to the younger brothers around him.

"Porphy~~~~"

A sound that was very exciting to the senses came from the huge bulge in Dudley's lower back or buttocks that he couldn't tell.

Then, several boys hurriedly picked up Dudley and ran with him out of the alley with all their strength.

"It's too late...it's too late...ah..."

Dudley's slightly ecstatic screams became farther and farther away, and finally disappeared in the series of "porphy porphy" sounds.

Harry turned around and looked at Rhine in amazement: "That's great! Can I learn it?"

If he mastered this trick, wouldn't Dudley be able to bully him again?

With a smile that was by no means perfunctory, Rhine brought up the topic of teaching the Savior the Curse and then being taught how to be a human being by Dumbledore, and signaled that he would send Harry home.

The excuses are all ready, at least to ensure that along the way, he will not be bullied by Dudley, who has a terrible smell.

Who knows, if Dudley is in such a state of social death, will he drag Harry along and sink into a world full of "fragrance"?

After the two of them left the alley, Rhine hummed happily and followed Harry on the busy road, but he was reminiscing about the curse just now.

As a newbie with level 0 curses, he uses the most basic light curses, operating through items contaminated with the target's aura.

This kind of magic has a general name in the far east - the art of defeating victory. A more powerful use can destroy the target's family.

But at Rhine's level, it can only randomly cause the target to respond to some physiological needs.

"Call it Diabetes Curse? Or call it Shit...ugh~!"

He felt sick at first, and finally Fu Ling clapped his hands sincerely.

"It's called the Three Urgency Curse! People have three emergencies!"

"By the way," he suddenly remembered something and turned to ask Harry, "What are you doing here?"

Harry replied solemnly: "Our school organizes off-campus visits. I am not very used to this environment, so I ran out alone..."

In fact, the more reason is that standing in the center of London, where the empire still retains the afterglow of the empire, he silently developed an incompatible inferiority complex and the idea of ​​​​escape.

Rhine nodded.

He wasn't sure if he had seen this plot before, but it seemed that Harry had flown to the roof to avoid Dudley's harassment, and it even caused the school teacher to sue his parents?

Uncle Vernon, who regarded magic as a cancer in the world, probably tormented poor little Harry a lot.

Sure enough, just after they got on the bus and went all the way to Privet Drive, using some tricks that weren't magic to evade the fare, they met Vernon Dursley, whose nose was almost smoking.

This self-proclaimed "well-behaved" Muggle ignored the unremarkable Rhine, grabbed Harry by the collar and shouted, "I heard you actually jumped from the building?"

"It didn't jump down..." Harry blinked in confusion, "It did fly, but not completely."

Rhine watched with interest as Vernon's eyes widened as big as an ox, and then growled at Harry: "That's completely impossible!"

"Okay." Harry once again failed to share his interesting events, and chose to accept it unhappily.

Vernon nodded with satisfaction and looked at Rhine, who was eating melon quietly at the side, his big eyes narrowed again.

From his point of view, although this young man's clothes are a bit retro, the materials used in his clothes are exquisite, and he is probably not from an ordinary background.

So, Vernon asked as calmly as possible: "Who are you?"

"Hello, my name is Rhine Lyle."

Rhine waved to him with a smile and said something that made Vernon have a heart attack on the spot.

"Hardly Harry's uncle."