This Hogwarts is not normal

After the media interviews, it was time for the banquet that lasted until the evening.

Vincent was in no mood the whole time.

Although Lockhart is a bit of a sissy and flirt, he is not to the extent of enjoying Voldemort's curse.

He could understand the good luck of old man Newt, who was calculated to be fine for decades.

I can also understand that Quirrell has a problem and wants to take a long time to catch big fish.

"What's the matter with you?" The Wayne couple actually noticed the abnormality very early.

"No, I'm thinking about the new professor."

"Who is in that unlucky position?" Eric picked up his glass and took a sip indifferently.

"Your principal can't find another dark wizard to come back."

"Huh!?" Vincent twisted his stiff neck, "Yeah, he must have a big problem!"

His voice was a bit loud, which attracted the attention of several tables nearby.

"Excuse me, I'm getting too excited."

After politely apologizing, these gazes were taken back.

There are also some who are more concerned, such as Hermione who glances over from time to time.

Evelyn's voice was small, "Who has a big problem? Is your new professor?"

Vincent turned to Lockhart, who was taking a photo with the guests, and said, "That's him. Usually, people with such a positive image will secretly do some shady things."

"Are you talking about yourself?" Eric nodded heavily in agreement suddenly, "Indeed, you kid has done a lot of bad things behind your back."

Evelyn rolled her eyes at him, "You're not much better, you were in Eastern Europe—"

Eric quickly covered her mouth, "It's nothing, she wanted to talk about the dark wizard we met before."

It was fine not to explain it, but now it made Vincent even more suspicious.

"Stalin's organ?"

"It's only the Germans who call it that."

"The nightmare of the head of state?"

"now it's right!"

Well, Katyusha must not have run away.

"Er - I didn't."

After being confirmed by Eric, who realized that he had been exposed, the previous prediction actually became a reality.

Vincent put down the cutlery, "I want to postpone my trip to Hawaii for another week."

"Whatever you want." Eric filled his glass, "Can we leave before August?"

"Okay, I have a classmate who has lost contact, we are going to visit their home."

"Well, who is he?"

"Harry."

He shook his hand, and the rose red wine spilled on his coat.

"Okay, you go."

Vincent stood up with a smirk, "I'll discuss it with them, remember to call me when I leave."

Eric waved his hands with a dark face.

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Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.

Beside the tidy street, there are houses with the same style.

It's a pretty quiet place that has nothing to do with magic at all.

The only sense of incongruity is the iron fence installed outside the small window of the attic on the 4th.

The lights outside gradually went out, and it was time for Harry inside to go to bed.

"Good night, Hedwig." He put the letter he had read into the drawer of the shabby desk, then turned off the light and lay down on the bed.

Hedwig in the cage obviously lost weight.

The rusty lock held it.

And this home trapped Harry.

He couldn't communicate with the outside world, and he couldn't even escape.

"Cuckoo-"

In the middle of the night, another letter came.

"Harry! Get rid of this damned owl!" shouted from downstairs.

During the half month from the summer vacation to the present, the Dursleys would yell every time.

Harry fumbled to get his glasses on, his face beaming with joy when the light turned on.

It's coming, it's coming.

It came in a little dress.

Gu Gu Gu's already fierce eyes became like eating people when he saw Hedwig locked in a cage.

"Cuckoo!!!"

"Damn owl!" This roar provoked an even bigger roar downstairs.

Harry hurriedly stuck to the iron fence outside the window, "Hurry up, you must tell Vincent—"

With a bang, the door was violently smashed open.

A tall, burly middle-aged man walked in with a broom.

He was so fat that his neck could hardly be seen, and he had a big red and purple face with a beard, and a pair of small eyes that shot out with anger.

"Fack!

How dare your freak wizard friends send a meat ball in a tuxedo! "

"It's not a meatball!" Harry quickly argued, "It's an owl, the most honorable owl in the school."

"I don't care if it's honorable or not!" His uncle, Vernon Dursley, held up his broom. "I won't allow any more owls into this house!"

The iron fence was knocked loudly, and the cuckoo outside was completely unafraid.

Its big mocking eyes provoked Vernon again.

In the loud sound of the broom hitting the iron fence, there was Harry's hearty smile when he was at school.

"What happened?" A thin, blond woman walked into the room.

She has a pair of very light-colored eyes, and a neck twice as long as others, holding a face like a horse.

"Where's Dudley?"

"I told him not to come up."

"Very well Penny, go downstairs and get my shotgun!"

"No—" Harry's smile disappeared instantly, "You can't treat Googoo like this!"

Vernon threw down the broom angrily, "Cuckoo? It doesn't sound like a proper owl's name!"

Petunia quickly brought the shotgun to him.

"Go away!" He pushed the pleading Harry to the ground, "Or I'll kill yours too!"

Hedwig in the cage looked quietly at Gu Gu Gu outside.

It is named Wayne.

"Cuckoo——" the hooting of an owl sounded outside the window.

As Vernon raised his shotgun, there was a cooing sound.

Harry looked out the window.

Under the faint moonlight, a dark cloud is rushing here.

Cuckoo cast a disdainful look at each of the Dursleys inside, and then flew away with its little wings flapping upwards.

"Damn it! Damn it!" The cursing Vernon reloaded and fired at the iron fence.

After the spark flashed past, countless owls swooped down.

The Dursleys had never seen such a scene before.

Petunia screamed and ran directly downstairs.

Vernon was slow to reload.

At the moment when the iron fence was knocked away, he was also knocked to the top of the stairs.

He rolled like a wheel.

The dumbfounded Harry raised his hand and patted his face.

"Merlin's big underpants! I'm not dreaming!"

"Gugu—" Gugu, who flew in slowly, stopped in front of Hedwig's cage.

Its meaning is obvious.

Harry looked around the room, and finally picked up the loaded shotgun.

With a bang, Hedwig was free.

"I can't go with you." He forced a smile, "They locked all my luggage in the storage room."

Cuckoo tilted his neck left and right, turned around and flew away with Hedwig.

Behind them, there are countless owls.

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