Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

The roar of the Hogwarts Express leaving the platform was still ringing in my ears.

However, when Harry stepped over the brick wall and stood in the Muggle area of ​​King's Cross Station in London again, he felt a strong sense of gap.

At Hogwarts, he was used to studying and playing with Amanta and Draco, and the company of Luna, Neville, Cedric, and Hermione.

But once they returned to the Dursleys', everything seemed to return to those cold, isolated, and hostile days.

He got out of Uncle Vernon's car carrying the heavy box.

Behind him was Uncle Vernon who was grumbling. Aunt Petunia was standing at the door, glancing at him with disdain. Dudley came back from playing basketball and poked his box with his elbow, muttering impatiently, "Hurry up and get out of the way."

Harry clenched his fists, suppressed his anger, and dragged his luggage home in silence.

He knew that there was no point in arguing, he was used to the Dursleys' difficulties.

But getting used to it doesn’t mean you won’t get angry.

As soon as they returned to number four, Privet Drive, the Dursleys began their daily "sarcasm".

"I heard that a lot of mysterious incidents have happened this year?" Uncle Vernon glanced at Harry with disgust as he flipped through the newspaper. "It's obvious that your bunch of unscrupulous people did this. Are you involved too? It's really... evil and unruly!"

Aunt Petunia wiped the table and murmured softly: "This child is always causing trouble. Fortunately, they don't know what's going on in our family..."

Harry put down his luggage without even raising his eyelids and simply ignored them.

"Listen! I'm talking," Uncle Vernon snorted and knocked on the table. "Boy, listen to me! Don't think about using those weird things of yours in this house, don't play dumb, do you hear me?"

"Of course," Harry replied with a wry smile, "Wizards are not allowed to use magic in Muggle homes. Do you think I want to cast a spell to make your remaining hair fall out?"

Uncle Vernon's face instantly turned red, and Dudley laughed with glee beside him: "Hahaha, Dad, Harry wants you to become a big bald head!"

"Shut up, Dudley!" Vernon roared, turning to glare at Harry. "Don't talk back at me with that mouth of yours, Potter!"

Harry shrugged, picked up the suitcase, and went straight upstairs, not bothering to listen to their nonsense.

After locking the door, Harry finally breathed a sigh of relief and slumped down on the bed.

He hadn't had dinner yet and his stomach was already feeling hungry.

The Dursleys didn't leave any food for him. Aunt Petunia only put a small piece of dried bread on the table, which was not enough to fill his stomach.

"Great, it's a familiar treatment again." Harry muttered, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small light blue bag.

It was something Amanta had slipped to him when they left the train.

She said as if it was a matter of course: "After returning to the Dursleys, you, a foodie, will definitely be abused, so... I prepared something for you in advance, you can read it when you get home."

Harry opened the bag and was surprised to find that although the bag looked only the size of a palm, it was filled to the brim. This was...

The traceless stretching spell was cast!

He couldn't wait to reach in and search.

In an instant, he took out a bottle of pumpkin juice, a chocolate frog, and a few small cookies that were obviously made carefully by the Hogwarts kitchen.

"Amanta, you are a genius."

Harry laughed out loud, then quickly covered his mouth, fearing that the Dursleys would notice.

He picked up the chocolate frog and took a bite, his mouth filled with the rich sweet aroma of chocolate.

He lowered his head and rummaged through the box, discovering that there were not only snacks but also a bunch of specially preserved hot foods - thick soup, roast meat, creamy mashed potatoes, and even a bunch of his favorite pumpkin pie.

Moreover, they were all cast with a preservation spell and had not deteriorated at all.

He was so hungry that he didn't care about his image and ate heartily. While eating, he couldn't help laughing from ear to ear.

After eating and drinking, Harry leaned against the head of the bed, took out a roll of parchment, dipped the quill pen in ink, put the tip of the quill pen with excess ink to his lips, and began to write a letter.

Of course, these two letters were written to Amanta and Draco, so he simply wrote similar content.

Dear Amanta, Draco,

I had reached the Dursleys safely.

But you know, this place is a prison compared to Hogwarts.

Uncle Vernon was still nagging, Aunt Petunia was frowning at me, and Dudley was being stupid as ever, trying to hit me with his new boxing gloves - which I dodged with ease, of course.

Amanta, your little storage bag is a lifesaver!

If it hadn't been for it, I would have been so hungry that I could only eat hard bread.

I've been eating the food you prepare and it tastes amazing! When did you learn this magic? How come I never knew about it?

Draco, I trust you must be doing well at Malfoy Manor?

I guess you are already sitting in your luxurious living room, crossing your legs and drinking black tea, right?

Do not forget to write us, or Amanta and I will unite to curse you till your hair falls out.

Also, we meet next Monday, don’t be late!

—Harry

He looked at the letter, nodded with satisfaction, folded it and tied it to Hedwig's leg, and whispered, "Send Amanta's first, it's closer, then send Draco's."

The snow-white owl hooted softly and was about to spread its wings and fly out of the window, but he suddenly closed the cage again.

"Wait, Hedwig, there's another letter."

He thought about it, then picked up the pen and wrote the third letter, this one to Luna.

Dear Luna,

I'm home, but... to be honest, it's not warm here at all, and I'd rather go back to Hogwarts.

How was your summer? Did you find any new strange monsters?

By the way, do you remember that copy of The Quibbler magazine you showed me before?

I brought it back with me. I read it when I'm bored recently. The strange theories in it are really hilarious.

And one more thing - you know what?

Amanta sent me an amazing little bag full of food!

If you saw my expression now, you would definitely laugh.

I think you will like this kind of magic, after all, it allows people to enjoy delicious food anytime and anywhere.

I look forward to your reply and our next meeting.

—Harry

After finishing the letter, he stared at the paper blankly and found that this letter was longer than the ones to Amanta and Draco.

Moreover, the tone was surprisingly comfortable and delicate, not at all like the casual greetings between ordinary friends.

He frowned, feeling a strange feeling in his heart.

But... he didn't investigate further, but just folded the letter gently and tied it to Hedwig's leg.

"Go, take this letter to Luna."

Hedwig flapped her wings and flew off into the night sky, disappearing into the distance.

Harry lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling, with Amanta's explanations, Draco's complaints, and Luna's dreamy voice floating in his mind.

He raised the corners of his mouth unconsciously, and the fatigue in his eyes was dispelled a little.

Even back to this disgusting home.

He still has his friends.

best friend.