A Hogwarts Wizard Supreme

The Dursleys, who lived at No. 4 Privet Drive, always said proudly that they were a very well-behaved family.

Please, please.

They never have anything to do with mysterious and weird things, because they don't believe in those evil ways at all.

But ever since Penny, the hostess of the family, adopted the nasty orphan from her sister's family ten years ago, this boy with messy black hair has become the family's biggest secret.

Don't ask. If anyone tries to ask them about the great Harry Potter, they will instantly distance themselves from you and classify you as a "weirdo" in their minds.

Because the Dursleys knew that the hostess Petunia's sister, who married into some "Potter family", was an out-and-out "weird". In common Western parlance, it seemed that she should be called a witch.

I still remember that ten years ago, it was a dark and gloomy Tuesday. The Dursleys woke up early in the morning and saw heavy clouds hanging in the sky outside the window.

At 08:30 in the morning, Mr. Vernon Dursley, who was so fat that he had no neck, put on a small suit and drove out to work. He was surprised to find a tabby cat reading a map on the street corner.

And when he came home from get off work and drove to his mailbox, the first thing he saw was the calico cat he had seen in the morning. The cat was sitting on the wall of his garden.

Mr. Dursley was certain that the cat was the same cat as the one from the morning: the lines around the eyes were exactly the same.

"Go...away!" Mr. Dursley shouted.

The cat didn't move at all, but gave him a stern look.

This is definitely not normal behavior for a cat.

Mr. Dursley felt a little flustered. He had experienced too many ridiculous things all day today. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down and then entered the house.

He decided not to mention these things to his wife.

However, his plan to protect his peaceful life was completely disrupted. First, the weather forecast program reported that there was a "rain of owls" in the sky, and then a baby appeared in front of his door.

Just when Dursley was trying to contact the police and ask the orphanage or welfare home to pick up the child, an old man with a white beard did not hold a white walking stick in his hand, but instead held a "little stick" in his hand. "Twigs" strange man appeared at the door of their house.

The other party just waved his hand, and the letter that Mr. Dursley had read and torn into pieces that could be used to prove the child's identity was instantly restored to its original state.

Mr. Dursley's wife Petunia ran out screaming, but she seemed to know this scary old man.

"You must adopt this child." The old man ignored Vernon Dursley and kept staring at Petunia. "Just now, Lily's family was attacked, and this child is the only survivor."

"But, I don't want to have too much contact with..."

"No, you must adopt him. You are his only relative in this world." The old man's tone was extremely stern, and his blue eyes conveyed an unquestionable look.

Well, from then on, Harry Potter, the "boy living in the cracks", became a member of this family.

Unfortunately, the Dursleys did not keep pets. Of course, with Harry Potter's current treatment, he might not be able to live as comfortably as a pet.

The Dursleys themselves have a boy named "Dally", who is basically the same age as Harry.

As a child who grew up in a honey pot, this fat boy was basically spoiled by his parents. With just one sentence to describe it, you will know how bad this child's character is.

This child, regardless of his body shape or his own bad habits, is like an oversized "fat tiger".

As the director of a drilling rig sales company, Mr. Dursley's income level is quite good, and their family's life does not have much pressure, but this has nothing to do with Harry Potter who survives in the cracks.

Yes, as the famous "savior" Harry Potter in the entire British wizarding world, the "Boy-Who-Lived" that almost everyone in the wizarding world does not admire so far has survived for nearly a decade in the cracks of the closet under the stairs. ten years.

As for how Harry is doing, look at his cousin Dali's bulging designer clothes, Harry's "hundred-year-old clothes" that he got from who knows where, and look at our savior's skinny skin. This can be seen in his body.

Maybe there are still people who don't have a clear idea about this. It doesn't matter. As long as you know that Li Fei was very thin when he entered school, but he was still tall, and his body was only "skinny" with a few ounces of meat left.

The current Harry Potter is not skinny and skinny, but basically has no fat at all. It is all lean meat close to the bone. He is even more skinny than Li Fei.

Finally it was June and the primary school term was over. Harry was very happy, but he couldn't avoid Dudley's group. They came to Dudley's house every day.

Almost all of Dudley's friends are big and stupid, and Dudley is the biggest and stupidest among them, so he becomes their leader.

Dudley's friends are happy to join in his favorite game - chasing Harry.

This may be why Harry tries to stay outside as long as possible, but this is just Harry's last hope for life.

He will go to middle school in September. Under the arrangement of Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, Harry will go to Stonewall Middle School, a local comprehensive middle school.

Stonewall Middle School is said to be a comprehensive school, but in fact it is no different from a juvenile detention center. It only takes in young gangsters whose parents are too lazy to control them.

In Daly's gloating words, "On the first day of school at Stonewall High, they dunk the freshmen's heads in the toilet."

He said to Harry: "Would you like to go upstairs and let me help you adapt to your future life in advance?"

Today is Harry's birthday, but unfortunately maybe, probably, everyone has forgotten about it.

Everyone ate, chatted, and made fun of Harry as usual.

It wasn't until they heard the "click" of the mailbox and some letters falling on the doormat that they stopped sarcasm and ridicule about Harry's future study career.

In the end, Harry cannot escape the fate of picking up letters. He is always assigned to do things that no one is willing to do.

There were three pieces of mail on the doormat: one was a postcard from Uncle Vernon's sister, Aunt Maggie. She was currently on vacation on a small island, but suddenly a strong typhoon occurred on the island, destroying Aunt Maggie's house. The villa was blown away.

Oh, fortunately, the vacation villas of other people on the island were not damaged at all. Just when the resort hotel staff were about to apologize and pay a large sum of money for their loss, they were delighted to find that Aunt Maggie had actually dismantled them artificially. Use a side beam as a clothes drying pole.

Although this slender side beam is basically useless in supporting the entire house, it can still be regarded as man-made damage to the structure of the house.

This meant that Aunt Maggie, who had always enjoyed disparaging Harry's deceased parents, not only could not receive half a penny in compensation, but had to pay the other party a large sum of money for house repairs.

This news made Harry laugh hard three times in his heart. He didn't dare to laugh out loud, otherwise he would definitely get a beating.

The other was a brown envelope that looked like a bill, but Harry didn't look at it.

The last letter turned out to be a letter sent to Harry.

Harry picked up the letter and stared at it intently. It was like a string was suddenly plucked in his heart, making an echo that could not be subsided for a long time.

To this day, no one has ever written to Harry.

Who might have written this letter?

He has never had friends or other relatives, but now he does have a letter with a clear address and there is no mistake:

[The cupboard under the stairs, 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, collected by Mr. Harry Potter. 】

The envelope was made of heavy parchment, the address was written in emerald green ink, and there was no stamp.

Harry turned the envelope over with trembling hands, and saw a wax seal, a shield, and a capital "H" surrounded by a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake.

"Boy, get it here!" Uncle Vernon shouted from the kitchen. "What are you doing, checking the mail package for bombs?"

He made a joke and chuckled to himself.

Until Vernon saw Harry's letter, his laughter suddenly stopped like a male duck whose throat was stepped on.

That was Harry's Hogwarts admission notice, the letter that countless people in Li Fei's previous life were still looking forward to even in middle age.

In this regard, the Dursleys, who had made up their minds to completely distance themselves from those "weirdos", decided to ignore this extremely precious letter.

Should it be said that he deserves to be treated as a world protagonist? The admission notice, which is extremely precious to others, is like dumplings in the pot of northerners during the Chinese New Year, and glutinous rice balls in the pot of southerners. , there were more than a dozen letters upon arrival.

It was literally raining owls outside the house, and at night, the owls responsible for delivering letters were howling and urging outside the house, as if they were waiting for Harry's reply.

Vernon could still pretend to be calm at first, saying that he had received so many letters this year that he had saved firewood for the fireplace.

But who would light the fireplace in their home at the end of July or early August? The irritability of summer becomes unbearable as the flames rise in the living room.

Finally, Uncle Vernon took the trouble and decided to take the family to an uninhabited island to escape.

They set out early in the morning and arrived at the island in the evening.

It is said to be a small island, but it is probably just an island in the middle of the lake. However, it may have been half abandoned due to the construction of a tourist project in a certain year. There are only cold and damp rough houses on the island. Together with the miserable howls of the messenger owls at night, the ghosts Ying Chuochuo looked extremely penetrating.

"Hahaha, fortunately with these letters, we can warm up by the fire tonight."

It had just rained, and the wet rough house was a bit cold. Uncle Vernon held Harry down with one hand, and as he threw the letters addressed to Harry one by one into the fire, the flames warmed the house, and Harry His heart became colder and colder.

No one can have such patience. From last night to now, the other party has sent more than 100 letters to him in a row, but none of them has been successfully snatched by Harry.

Harry didn't know when the sender would lose patience and finally give up on him completely.

More than anything else, Harry was really willing to sacrifice ten years of Uncle Vernon and Cousin Dudley's life in exchange for seeing the contents of this letter.

The moment Harry made this wish, a thunder suddenly sounded in the sky, and then an avalanche of letters instantly crushed the roof of the room.

Taking advantage of the moment when Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were overwhelmed by the torrent of letters, Harry reached out and grabbed a letter.

But before Harry could open the envelope, a huge black shadow flashed over and tried to snatch the letter from Harry's hand.

"Let's read it together! Don't you also want to see what I wrote in my letter?" Harry had never admired his own wit as much as he did now.

Just a glance, just a moment of Dali's hesitation, just a glance at what was written on the letter.

But unfortunately, although Harry's suggestion was reasonable, Dali had been used to taking whatever he liked from Harry since he was a child, and he was absolutely unwilling to share it with Harry.

Pulling the letter out of Harry's hand in an instant, Dali not only stopped reading the letter, but focused all his attention on Harry.

Harry didn't intend to compete with Dali, a stupid pig. On the one hand, he really couldn't rob him, and on the other hand, there were letters everywhere now, so he could just pick up another one.

It's a pity that Harry overestimated the IQ of Dali, a stupid pig. The fat fat man gave up reading the letters he finally got, and instead focused on Harry. As long as Harry picked up one, he would Grab one.

Harry was so anxious that he no longer cared about the integrity of the letter. He picked up the letter and tore it directly from the middle. Unfortunately, this part of his hand was snatched away again by Cousin Dally, a stupid pig.

"Well done, Dally!" Uncle Vernon spent a lot of effort to crawl out from under the letter. He turned around and praised Dally before turning around and starting to "rescue" his wife Petunia.

Harry knew this was his last chance.

If I still can't see the content of this letter, I'm afraid I won't have the chance to see the specific content of this letter again.

Finally, Harry ran to the door of the house with four letters in his arms. The broken wooden grille door at the door was leaking rainwater into the house.

"Do not!!!"

"We will never let you get involved with those monsters, and we never want to see those monsters again!"

Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia who had just crawled out, and Dally who was just having fun on the side, the three fat men pounced on Harry at a speed far exceeding their own speed, and each of them snatched Harry away. of a letter.

Thankfully, Harry still had the last letter in his hands.

As long as you run out of this door, no one can stop you from seeing the content of this letter!

The three Vernons pounced on Harry again, and the four of them simultaneously tore at the letter that Harry was holding tightly in his hands.

Harry was knocked down. At this moment, Harry was less than two meters away from the door, but in Harry's eyes, this short distance was like a chasm.

"Bang!" With a sound, the wooden door was blown away instantly, and a huge figure about two people tall and five people wide suddenly appeared in the house.

The man was wearing an otter coat, with drops of water dripping all over his body.

"This place is really hard to find. Give me a cup of tea!" the man said, and then he lowered his head and found Harry being torn apart.

"No one - can - hurt - Harry!"

The giant was angry. As he raised his hand several times, Harry felt a lightness on his body, and the three Vernon family members were instantly thrown out by this huge figure.

"Do not!!!"

"You can't look!!!"

Ignoring the threats from Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, Harry didn't even have time to thank the huge figure in front of him. At this moment, he just wanted to take a good look at the letter in his hand.

At the age of 11, he received a letter addressed to himself for the first time.

He couldn't wait.

Just when Harry was about to open the crumpled letter in his hand, the giant actually pushed a small cake box in front of Harry, with pink silk thread on the box.

Just listen to the giant say: "Happy birthday, Harry, I hope I didn't crush it."

At the same time, a brand new letter was placed on the cake box.

"Don't worry, with me here, you can read your letter with confidence."