[HP] Dali's Bread

Darley was right, and Harry took it for granted - she'd been copying his homework since the first grade.But when she entered Harry's room with the parchment, the spare room seemed a bit cramped.

They have all begun to grow physically. Although they haven't shed their childish baby fat, there can no longer be two people crowded at a small desk doing homework.It turned out that Darley used the desk and Harry wrote on his stomach.

Harry never had to remind Darley that her copying skills could turn one History of Magic paper into two.

"How are you doing in Slytherin?" Harry suddenly asked angrily while Daly was still arranging these sentences.

"Well—not too good, not too bad." Dali's quill swished.

"What about you?"

"Gryffindor has been fine," Harry said with a little excitement, and he was desperate to find someone to talk about school, about his house and his friends, and he finally caught it during the summer. When the opportunity came, he was ready to deliver his tirade, even to Daly.

"Oh, no. Don't talk about Gryffindor." Dali immediately extinguished his enthusiasm, "Let's talk about gifts, isn't today your birthday?"

"Yeah, um..." Harry sat up in bed, "Ron gave me a pocket looking glass, Hermione gave me a broomstick repair kit, Hagrid gave me a broomstick repair kit." This book..."

"That's really good." For some reason, Dali always felt that this sentence was a bit weird, and she immediately changed her words: "Have you tried mine?"

Harry nodded and said, "It looks good, it fits well, and the shoes are good."

Dally bought a new suit for Harry during her last shopping trip.Maybe she should buy something magical, but she didn't order any magazines or newspapers, and the owls wouldn't send her any leaflets.

"That's great, you can wear it on the train and show your friends—"

"Dally, do you hate Hermione?" Harry immediately locked on who the "friend" she was talking about was.

"Not very, but I can't say I like it. She looks like an old pedant, and when she talks to me, she is arrogant, and we are obviously similar...I know this kind of thinking is not good, but I want to say, We are indeed similar, you know. And she feels as if I treat you badly, I just had a fight with her in the second grade..." Dalinu pouted, and copied a few more words words.

"Hey, listen to me. Dali, I appreciate your gift, but it's not to prove to yourself."

"Of course I'm not—well, never mind. Anyway, I hope our relationship can improve." She held out her hand, expectantly.

"Dally, sometimes you still look good when you're a Slytherin." Harry reached out and took hers, "There's something missing, that's "How to Get Along with the Nobles" that Aunt Petunia hid in the basement It might be even more annoying to take it out and look at it."

"Oh, stupid and reckless Gryffindor, hurry up and continue writing your Potions paper, your annoying Slytherin will finish copying it soon." Dali slightly bent her finger against her chin, imitating Said with a haughty attitude.

After lunch, Dali said that she didn't want to study homework anymore (Dali: I don't want to spend all the happy time of summer vacation on boring homework), but she can't play game consoles, because Maggie said that she can't hear the loud noise in the living room when she takes a nap The electronic villain called out.Daly looked at the potion paper worryingly, glanced at Harry's parchment, but was attracted by the photo on the bedside table.

In this animated photo, a couple is dancing happily. The man's messy hair is very similar to Harry, so the other one must be Harry's mother!She is so beautiful, Dali vainly thinks that she has a certain blood relationship with her, and then she will be similar in the future!

"I said, do you want to go to the basement?" Dali had an idea, "Maybe Mom will leave some childhood memories, aren't you curious? Aunt Lily."

Just do it, the two sneaked into the basement immediately.It can only be said that Penny really deserves to be Penny, she is a good example for all British housewives, and even the basement is so spotless-well, it is a bit exaggerated, but there is no such messy feeling.

They split up and began to search. Dali was the first to find a photo. The two sisters on it were Lily and Petunia. They looked only eight or nine years old.

"They had a good relationship at that time." Dali clicked her tongue.

"Well, it looks very happy." Harry's voice softened suddenly, and Dali handed him the photo, asking him to go back and put it in the album.They started rummaging elsewhere.

"This seems to be a photo of you when you were six years old." Harry turned out another photo. The girl in the photo looked thin and small, and she was splashing water with another skinny black-haired boy with a water hose. It looked like it was having a lot of fun.

"Go back to school and get some revealing potions to see who wins." Dali said, "You still remember that you were six years old, you have a really good memory."

"You started to change when you were seven years old, in every sense." Harry put on a stretched pose, and Dali patted him dissatisfiedly, "Hey!"

What did Harry find again: "This should be something from your childhood, bouncing ball, Barbie doll, oh I remember this sun necklace, I remember it has a pair, and the other one you refused to give me-you said you would To whom, haha, that’s right, Eriksson, oh! And this diary, I still remember it, isn’t it all the records of your crush on Tom Erickson in primary school——” Harry Take out a square box and play with shameful things happily.

"Do you dare to say one more thing, I will risk being expelled from Hogwarts and murder you in the basement." Dali took out her wand from her jeans and pointed at Harry.

"There is also the stage play in elementary school that insists on playing Snow White, and then forcefully kisses—hahahahaha!"

"Ah! I'll kill you, Harry!" Daly was ashamed and annoyed, blushing in a mess, chasing and fighting Harry, "The boy who lived will be killed by me immediately!"

In addition, there were intermittent rumors such as "Did you know Eriksson cried too?", "Dali, why are you still so strong?", "Go arm wrestling with Hagrid, maybe you can win" and so on.

This is their first happiness after going to school.It was as if the sun was sinking slightly, and the warm fragments scattered on the roof were as precious and shimmering as Garen.

Finally, the day came, the last evening of Maggie's stay here, when Petunia prepared a sumptuous dinner and Uncle Vernon opened several bottles of wine.Everyone drank soup and ate salmon, and never mentioned the children's various problems.Over a lemon meringue pie, Vernon rattled everyone by rambling on about his Gruning Company, which made drills, before Petunia lit the coffee and Vernon brought out a bottle of brandy.

"Maggie, would you like some too?" Maggie had already drank a lot of wine.Her big face was already very red.

"A little less, then," she giggled, "a little more than that, a little more, and that's all."

"Ah," Maggie smacked her lips and put down her empty glass. "Snacks are really good, Petunia. Usually I just have a fried food at night, and I have twelve dogs to eat." Take care!" She hiccupped loudly and patted her big belly.

Dali wanted to give her a little copy of "How to Get Along with Nobility" at Christmas, and when she finally decided to bow her head and continue eating pies, Maggie started to get angry.

"Forgive me. But I do like to see healthy and normal children," she went on, "you should eat more, Dali, you are too thin. Don't be like your mother, just be like your father .Oh, Vernon, I'd like a little brandy too..."

"I've decided to reduce my food intake." Dali rolled her eyes. She really hated Maggie's venomous words and always brought her mother along, but her mother never resisted.

"Here, this one?"

She tossed her head toward Harry, and Harry felt a tightness in his stomach.

"This one has a vile, selfish, smaller-than-normal look. Dogs do. Last year I had Colonel Fulbster drown a dog. It was a little rat-like thing. Weak. Not developing well."

"It's all due to bad blood, that's what I said the other day. Bad blood shows. I'm not talking bad about your family, Petunia," she patted Petunia with her spatula-like hands. Ni's bony hand, "But your sister is a bad guy. Then she ran off with a bad guy, and the consequences are now before our eyes."

"This Porter," cried Marge, grabbing the brandy bottle and pouring some more into her glass and onto the tablecloth, "how come you never told me what he did?" Woolen cloth?"

Darley looked up at her parents, Vernon and Petunia looked extremely focused.

"He? Not working," said Vernon, peeking at Harry. "Unemployed."

"I suppose so," said Maggie, taking a swig of brandy and wiping her mouth with her sleeve. "A worthless, good-for-nothing, lazy--"

Dali couldn't listen anymore, and after learning the truth of the matter, it was hard not to speak up for Harry.

"he--"

"He's not that kind of guy," said Harry suddenly, shaking all over.Never in his life had he been so angry.

"A little more brandy!" exclaimed Vernon, who was already very pale.He poured the contents of the bottle into Maggie's glass.

"You, boy," he said roughly to Harry, "go to bed, go!"

"No, Vernon," Maggie hiccupped, holding up her hands.

Her small, bloodshot eyes were fixed on Harry.

"Go on, boy. Proud of your parents, aren't you? They went out, got into a car accident, and died!"

"You're drunk, Aunt Marge!" cried Dally.

"Yes, I guess I was drunk and had a car accident! Drunk driving!"

"They didn't die in a car accident!" Harry yelled louder than Dali, and before he knew it, he had stood up.

"They died in a car accident, you little liar! And they're dropping your burden on their respectable, hard-working relatives!" Maggie screamed, utterly outraged. "You're an insolent, ungrateful little..."

But suddenly Maggie stopped talking.For a moment, it seemed that she was speechless and speechless.She seemed to swell with unspeakable rage, but the swell didn't stop.Her large, flushed face began to expand, her small eyes bulged out, and her mouth was too wide to speak.A second later, several buttons came down from her tweed dress, banged against the wall, and she swelled up like a frighteningly large balloon, her belly so distended that the tweed thread broke free. The belt, each of her fingers swollen as thick as a sausage...

"Maggie!"

Vernon and Petunia yelled together.At this point Maggie's entire body began to leave her seat and rise toward the ceiling.Now she's completely round, and she's like a lifebuoy with tiny eyes as she floats into the air.Her hands and feet stretched out strangely, making a burst of explosive noise.Lippi slipped into the room, barking like mad.

"do not……"

Vernon grabbed one of Maggie's legs and tried to pull her off, but he was almost pulled off the floor himself.Another second later, Lippi jumped forward and bit Uncle Vernon's leg.

Dali glanced at Harry in shock. She didn't expect Harry to violate the school rules. Although Maggie deserved it, it's not a trivial matter, and he will be expelled!

But Harry didn't speak anymore, he quickly ran upstairs, quickly moved his luggage down, and rushed to the door.

"Come back here!" growled Vernon, "Come back and make things right!"

However, Harry was in a desperate rage.He kicked the trunk open, pulled out his wand, and pointed it at Uncle Vernon.

"She deserves it," said Harry, out of breath. "She did it to herself. Get away from me."

He fumbled behind him for the latch.

"I'm leaving," Harry said. "I'm done."

"Harry!" Darley called.

Harry rushed out the door, and Vernon ran to see his sister who was ascending into the air, muttering something.

"This hateful boy, hateful boy! I'll tell him to bear it! Maggie is leaving tomorrow! How dare he, how dare he! Look at Maggie!"

"Dad, she deserved all of this! She also said that Harry's mother is a bitch/dog—Mom and Dad! You should have stopped this farce!" Dali was furious, "I'll go get Harry back! "Speaking, she also ran out the door.

"No! You come back Dada! It's too late!" Penny was worried all the time, and kept wiping the table.

"We should apologize to Harry when he comes back! All of us! Mom and Dad, I get it! I get it—we shouldn't have done this!" Darley yelled loudly, but Petunia didn't have time to pay attention to the neighbors. What are you thinking, she stepped forward and grabbed Dali's arm, almost crying, "It's dangerous outside! There are murderers! That's the devil!"

"Then Harry is dangerous too!"

She shook off Petunia and ran out the door in a huff.

The dark night dyed the glittering golden hair a little grape-colored, and the stubborn and naive girl got wet/eye circles.She tied a knot at the end of the whitish shirt so that it could be fixed at the waist, which highlighted the girl's gradually developing figure. The summer evening wind lifted the fiery red skirt, and her little leather shoes were empty There was a rattling sound on the street.

She couldn't run too fast, she was too hasty to wear socks when she came out, and now her feet hurt a little.

The author has something to say:

Get ready to return to the wizarding world!I hope you can see how cute Dali is!

Please chat with me more!Interact with me more! (Tom seems to have posted Tang Ai’s candy today)

I'm ready to write Draco as a scumbag (?) The more annoying the scum, the worse the chasing wife.