[hp] Black Dog Breeding Manual

The tightly closed door in front of her made Anaska stunned for a while.Petunia's attitude towards all wizards has not been friendly since she was a child. Anaska thought that she might not be a welcome visitor, but she really didn't expect to be rejected so quickly and completely. When you finish a sentence, it's over.

Pursing her lips, she had already arrived here, and even Anaska couldn't be reconciled.

The rather naive plan - a friendly and peaceful visit - seemed to have been shattered, and Anaska had to think of other ways of getting her to see Harry.If Dumbledore hadn't allowed her to use illegal means to invade the Muggle house, Anaska would probably have smashed a hole in the window of the Dursley's house regardless of the image.

Hopefully Dumbledore would forgive her for taking a peek outside.

Anaska hid in an unobtrusive alley, waved her wand, and gave herself a magic that could temporarily hide.This is not as effective as James's invisibility cloak, and it is easy to be seen through by wizards with higher levels of magic, but it is enough to avoid the sight of a few Muggles.

After getting ready, Anaska returned to No. 4 Privet Drive.She circled around the modest house.Petunia was probably ventilating the house, which was undoubtedly a good thing for Anaska, she could easily lift any curtain to observe the scene in the room.

It can be seen that Petunia tried her best to make this small house, which cannot be called luxurious, look warmer and more refined, and took care of the details in an orderly manner. Whether it is the clean and lovely curtains or the soft and delicate carpet, it can be seen that the owner cares about her living space. The thought that pays.

It adds a little bit of Anaska's approval for Petunia, and maybe it's good if Harry can grow up happily here.

After Anaska checked the three windows, finally from one of them, she heard a small and weak cry of a child faintly coming from the room, no different from a kitten.

Harry was the child Anaska had the most contact with, and she was very familiar with his crying sound. Something seemed to pinch his chest lightly, and there was a faint pain. Anaska hurried to open the curtain.

Harry ran and crawled on the ground, his longer-than-average hair was in a mess, his clothes were not clean, and he looked very embarrassed, especially when he was being chased and beaten by another child who was obviously much stronger than him.

In fact, Harry can already walk. He learned to ride a toy broom while learning to walk, but his talent in learning to walk is obviously not as good as learning to fly a broom, and his walking is not very stable or fast.Now, he looks like he has less energy to walk, and a little more to crawl.

Anaska found that Harry was much thinner than the last time she saw him, and the rosiness that had appeared on his face when he was so much loved disappeared, and instead there was a little something that shouldn't appear on the cheeks of a one-year-old child. pale.

On the contrary, the child who was chasing and beating him was as round as a small ball, the joints of his arms were buried in the white flesh, his neck was very short because of his fat chin, and he was struggling to support a fat body. With a round head, almost twice the size of little Harry, it also made Harry, who was not a strong kid, even thinner.

He wasn't very good at walking either, but he could crawl faster than Harry.

Anaska vaguely heard that Lily's sister had a son who was a few months older than Harry, so it was not difficult for her to guess the identity of the little ball in front of her.

Seeing that the child was about to hit Harry with a fist as big as a small apple, Anaska forgot Dumbledore's reminder, and almost subconsciously took out her wand, preparing to use magic to bind the two people together. separate.

However, before Anaska's wand had time to do anything, Petunia's son was inexplicably jolted half a meter away, as if the air had punched him.

As a young wizard, after all, Harry has some instincts to protect himself that are different from Muggles.

To be honest, this is not a heavy fall. Children often fall like this a few times when they are learning to walk, but this fat boy obviously rarely encounters similar setbacks. He immediately burst into tears and grabbed everything he could get his hands on. Things were thrown around heavily, and soon the toys scattered on the ground were smashed against the wall one after another.

"Oh my god! My poor Dada baby!" Penny rushed in quickly, and hugged her son from the ground into her arms. Anaska had never seen her run so fast before, "What happened?" Don't cry, my little angel, poor little one, my mother's heart is going to be broken."

Petunia let her son's fist beat her thin shoulders mercilessly.

Anaska finally remembered vaguely that Petunia's child seemed to be called Dudley.

This scene was really strange. Petunia hugged Dudley intoxicated, her expression was very different from what she saw at Anaska's door, and Dudley cried and struggled angrily, venting all his anger on his mother, While yelling with non-standard pronunciation: "Go away! Go away!"

"Oh my god, baby Dada, you've learned a new word again, you're simply a genius!" Petunia exclaimed in surprise.

Petunia immediately called out the door: "Honey! Come and listen! Our Dada said another word!"

So Anaska quickly saw Petunia's husband, Mr. Dursley, who squeezed through the door with a belly slightly bigger than Professor Slughorn's, and there was no neck between his body and his head.

Dudley's yell had gone up another level: "Go away! Go away!"

Vernon Dursley listened with staring eyes for a moment, then laughed, "Well done! Thick voice! He's going to be a real man!"

Mr. Dursley took the berserk Dudley into his arms and held him high.Dudley wasn't about to stop, and he didn't care whether he was beating Mum or Dad.

"Yeah, Dada is so old and so smart in a blink of an eye." Penny wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with emotion.

Harry was still sitting on the ground crying, his cries were small compared to Dudley's.

"It's so noisy! Shut up!" Petunia lowered her head and screamed at Harry, "I can't hear what Dada said!"

Dursley glanced at Harry and said gruffly to Petunia, "You little bastard with no winks, we shouldn't have adopted him in the first place!"

"He's exactly the same as my naughty sister and brother-in-law..." Petunia rolled her eyes, then suddenly raised her eyebrows, and her slender face stretched even longer, "Oh no, wait! Did you put Did Dada cry?! You little monster!"

Harry seemed frightened, with horror in his eyes.

Petunia rushed over to grab Harry from the ground.Dudley stopped crying, and suddenly became very happy, waiting expectantly for Harry to be spanked.

It has reached the point where I can't stand it anymore, Anaska can't stand it anymore, the hand holding the wand is almost trembling——

But still before she could do anything, a large electric spark shot out between Petunia's fingers and Harry's collar, and Petunia was shocked and retracted her hand in pain.

Anaska froze for a moment. It didn't look like the usual self-defense magic of a little wizard, but it wasn't a spell she cast either.

Petunia's expression was frightened, her eyes kept drifting left and right, and her other hand kept rubbing her injured finger.

"What's the matter, dear?" Mr. Dursley blew his beard. "It's him again! Get out of the way, I'll teach you a lesson—"

"Forget it, forget it." Petunia stopped Mr. Dursley with a flustered expression, "It's not necessary, we just need to starve him a few times."

"To deal with this kind of person, you should beat him to death! Petunia, you are just too kind."

"Mm, um... I'm going to get some delicious food for Dada. He must be tired after learning such a long sentence today, and needs to supplement his nutrition." Petunia didn't dare to look at Mr. Dursley, and timidly came out of the room, Run faster than an ostrich.

Mr. Dursley was about to leave with Dudley in his arms. Before closing the door, he glanced back at Harry, "Get away! You don't want to eat a bite these days! We didn't starve to death last week. You are showing mercy." !"

Dudley liked the way his father treated Harry, and clapped his hands happily, resting his extra chin on his neck.

Anaska was out of breath, she hadn't been so angry for a long time, she wanted to grab Dumbledore's white beard and ask what was going on.

Lily and James' children didn't look like they were being taken care of at all, or even not taken care of at all!

Anaska was planning to visit aboveboard, so she brought some presents with her, including for Harry and Petunia's family.There was no doubt that she had absolutely no desire to give the Dursleys anything.

Fortunately, the food given to Harry was suitable for him. Regardless of Dumbledore's condition that she should not use magic as much as possible, Anaska manipulated a levitation spell, causing the food to float and fall In front of Harry.

Harry looked out the window, but of course he couldn't see anything.

Anaska just happened to be able to face those green almond eyes exactly like Lily's.

Harry seemed a bit afraid to take the food, Anaska had to keep manipulating the food to keep them chasing Harry, and finally, she succeeded.

Watching Harry gobble it up, Anaska had an uncontrollable feeling.

Harry was not like this before. He was pampered with a bit of a child's indulgence, of course not as exaggerated as Dudley's, but he was still a bit picky eater, and it took a lot of work for Felily and James to make him finish his food.

Anaska was reluctantly about to leave when she heard loud noises in the other living room of the Dursleys' house.She rushed over to take a look, and saw that all of Petunia's furniture had gone mad, rampaging in mid-air, and Petunia and Dursley could only dodge and curse while protecting their little baby angel from being hurt A hair.

This was no longer explained by Harry's loss of control of his magical ability. It could only be thought that there were other wizards hiding nearby, venting their anger on Harry's behalf.

Anaska looked around, but found no one.

The author has something to say: Thank you very much for the sisters of Douqi and Avada for throwing a landmine ╰(*°▽°*)╯

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== Let me report to you about the activities I participated in in college:

Member of the Labor Department of the Youth League Student Union of the School of Humanities (internship period) - bi-weekly regular meeting, Friday night at 8:30

News Agency Officer of the Science and Technology Association (internship period) - weekly meeting, Tuesday at 4:30 pm

Newcomer reporter for the school newspaper (internship period) - no regular meetings, no hard and fast rules for work, sweeps the building twice a month and publishes newspapers, often encounters sweeping aunts

Dance Club Members - Dance 10 or [-] days a week...for a bonus of [-] points for sports...

Computer society member - listen to computer technology courses and so on, and further advance towards technology geeks...

Eight classes on Monday, five classes on Tuesday (three of which are in the evening), six classes on Wednesday, six classes on Thursday, two classes on Friday, and a trip home every two weeks.

╰(*°▽°*)╯ How about it, isn’t it very deadly! ! !

But there are people in the dormitory who are more deadly than me. There is a little beauty who has participated in a department of the school student union, a department of an official club, and two departments of the college student union. wax.

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Two days ago, I actually took a rest =_=, but I was too excited to chat with CP and forgot the code words...

We went to schools in two cities, and finally had a lot of things to talk about during the holidays, so we chatted like crazy.

QUQ originally made an appointment to find a coffee shop for a face-to-face chat tomorrow, and I planned to show her my new phone... But in the afternoon, she had a fever, and we probably won't be able to see each other until the winter vacation, huh...

In fact, I really miss the two years of QUQ when I sat at the same table with CP. I feel that no one can understand me better than my CP...

Recently, I found that my father's health is getting worse and worse, and my mother's memory is also declining.

It's so sad, it would be great if I could never be an adult, my parents have always been young, and CP has always been by my side.

Even though I am an adult, I still rely on my parents for tuition and living expenses QUQ, why am I so useless...