Professor, please pay the debt

Harry felt that he was almost a saint, that he could live with a family of stupid Muggles without killing them.

In fact, the Dark Lord was not bloodthirsty before slicing himself. Although he had blood on his hands, he killed for a certain purpose, without any purpose. He simply killed and tortured people for fun. That was after he went crazy. .

At the beginning, I didn't expect the side effects of splitting the soul to be so great. Maybe we should change the way to pursue eternal life.

Harry gave up thinking and looked at the breakfast in front of him. In front of him was a glass of milk, a piece of fried egg toast, and traditional soybean sauce and black pudding. Harry took a sip and said to the air: " The taste is mediocre, the texture of soybeans is too soft and rotten, forget it this time, remember to cook for a shorter time next time."

"Kreacher has remembered, please trust Master that Kreacher will do well next time."

Harry snorted coldly, thinking that a bitch would have to be treated badly, a house elf dared to insult his master, if it wasn't for the sake of his usefulness, Kreacher's head should have been chopped off and given to Mr. Black House to do wall decoration.

The Dursleys had breakfast too, accepting it as it was.

Harry's eyes stayed on the second page of the "Daily Prophet", there was a piece of news about Hogwarts——

Minister Scrimgeour is very concerned about the safety of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He has decided to send an Auror squad to station there around the clock. Many parents said...

"I don't want to eat this!" Dali said.

Harry put down the newspaper and glanced at Dudley's plate - there was only a lettuce leaf the size of a palm.

"Honey, you need to control your weight. The school health doctor has advised you to lose weight for three consecutive years..." Penny looked at her son, crying with distress, "I don't want to do this either, but the doctor said that obesity has affected If this continues, your heart will suffer.”

"But I can't live on vegetable leaves, and I'm not a rabbit."

Vernon said: "It's just breakfast, of course breakfast will be simpler, and when lunch comes, I'll add half a tomato."

"No!" Dali was angry, "I said I'm not a rabbit!"

"Oh, dear little Dada..."

"Don't call me that. I'm already 16 years old. Last time you called me that in front of my classmates, I couldn't hold my head up for half a year."

Dudley turned to Harry after yelling at his mother, lowering his voice this time to make it sound more like a request, "Can you ask Kreacher to give me a normal breakfast?"

Dali has long discovered that his cousin is actually very talkative, as long as he makes clear demands, he will be satisfied.

In fact, Harry just thought he was noisy, and the most he wanted was a piece of cake or a gram of steak.

Petunia screamed, "No! Baby, you just have to stick to it for one more week, just one week, and when school starts, you can eat whatever you want."

"I've been following your advice for two months, but my weight hasn't changed at all. There must be something wrong with your diet."

Petunia seemed to want to persuade him again, but Harry was already impatient, and he asked Dali directly, "What do you want?"

"I'll have fried eggs, bacon, fried mushrooms, sausages, and lamb pies."

Penny let out a shriek, the weight loss results of these two months are doomed to come to an end.

Sure enough, Harry nodded, and the breakfast he requested appeared in front of Dudley.

Dali jumped at them with a cheer, and ate them with his hands without even holding a knife and fork.Both his parents looked at him sadly, then turned to Harry.

Petunia: "You're going to kill him like this, he just barely made it."

Vernon: "He did it on purpose. He deliberately sabotaged Dali's weight loss plan, because he didn't like Dali, and he didn't like our whole family."

Penny: "And that Kreacher, can you get him out of our house, I'm getting a nervous breakdown with that weird thing in the house."

Harry finally closed the newspaper, looked up at the couple, "I really don't understand what you have to complain about, Kreacher does all the housework, even he tends the lawn..."

Vernon didn't talk, he disagreed with his wife on this point, and he liked a free servant.

"I want him to leave, it's as simple as that."

Petunia's tone was very blunt, and at the same time she was viciously cutting her fried eggs. She insisted that she should hate all strange things, even if Dumbledore revealed her yearning for magic as a child, it would not change her attitude.

Dudley was eating his pie, and as he ate it he was peeking at the Daily Prophet, which had been brought to Harry by an owl every morning these days—

The Dursleys had stopped complaining about the owls. Harry would throw away the newspaper after reading it, and Dudley would secretly pick them up from the trash. Dudley liked the moving pictures in the newspaper.

Harry originally planned to let Kreacher leave today, because he had lived in the Dursleys' house for two full weeks, and he had some things to do next, and he planned to visit Black's old house.

So Harry seemed to compromise, he called out Kreacher and ordered him to go back to Black's old house, "close that house, and no one is allowed to enter except me. Also, you'd better work hard for me. After a few days I'll check it out someday.

If I find the house dirty and messy, I'll send you to Hogwarts, Mr. Headmaster seems to appreciate you, he will welcome you. "

"Kreacher will satisfy Master, and Kreacher will not leave Black's house."

After Kreacher disappeared, Penny and his husband glanced at each other. As usual, Penny spoke first, "You've come back this time to be different..."

Vernon immediately chimed in, "It's very different."

Harry ate the pudding calmly, he didn't believe that these two idiots could expose him.

"It's nice that you don't make a lot of noise and show off your weird stuff, but it's not enough..."

Vernon held up his stubby fingers and shook Harry. "Not enough, boy. You're far from normal. You're still a weird kid."

"You gotta go out for a while, like Dali, play ball with your friends, watch a movie or something. Of course, you're not as popular as Dali, but you can't stay in the room all the time, what will the neighbors say Well, they thought we abused you."

Harry: "Got it, I'm going out today."

Harry's good temper encouraged Vernon, his small eyes rolled around, he looked at Harry for half a minute, and finally made up his mind to say something important to his nephew.

"I heard you own a house?"

The original Harry loathes Uncle Vernon, but the new Harry thinks the man isn't too bad.

In the face of danger, he always protects his wife and children behind him, which shows that he is a responsible person.Harry's attitude towards him was cold, but not bad.

"Yes, there is a house."

"Then do you have a real estate license?" Vernon asked.

"What?" Harry looked at him suspiciously.

Vernon suddenly felt complacent. He patted the table and shouted: "Ha... I knew it, I knew it would be like this. People in your world have no sense of law at all, law! Do you understand?"

Petunia curled her lips and satirized: "It's a barbaric world! People die every day!"

"Someone really died! It's written on it..." Dali pointed to the "Daily Prophet" and said.

"Don't touch that thing!"

Petunia lunged to snatch the paper, as if it would bite his son, but Dudley was determined not to let her get away, and he turned and put his broad back against her, his eyes lingering there. One photo, "Oh, this is the old man who came to our house, he must be a celebrity."

"It's none of our business, throw it away!"

Vernon ignored the noise from his wife and children, and continued to preach to Harry, "Since you have a house, you should apply for a real estate certificate. That is a legitimate and legal act, and the house can become your rightful property. understand?

boy!The real estate certificate must have the seal of the real estate bureau and the signature of the director himself.Of course, you still need to pay inheritance tax, don't expect to take money from me, I am saving Dali's college tuition. "

"I'm not going to college, I'm going to be a boxer," Daly shouted.

"No, I will never agree!" Petunia even forgot about the newspaper and screamed at Dali, "I don't want to see you with a bruised nose and a swollen face every day!"

The mother and child soon started to quarrel again, and the discussion about Dudley's future had lasted for a long time. Harry finished his breakfast on his own and was about to go out, but Vernon stopped him.

"Boy, don't take my words as wind, I'm doing it for your own good! I thought you'd improved a bit this year, but now it seems that you're still as stupid as before. Things like property can only be considered secure if you hold them in your own hands. What kind of principal of yours, is he reliable? What if he embezzles your property? Can you afford a lawsuit? Can you afford a lawyer? "

Harry looked into Vernon's small eyes very seriously, "Thank you for your advice, I know what to do to protect my property."