curse the world at hogwarts

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

But now, they can't tell.

"Today is a special day!" Vernon Dursley's eyes widened, "But you brought that set of special abilities to my home?!!"

His nephew Harry Potter was shrinking his neck at this moment: "I didn't expect them to come either..."

"Etiquette!" Vernon roared like a fire-breathing fat dragon, "Don't you guys know anything about the etiquette of saying hello before coming to the door?!!"

Harry spread his hands: "This... you have to ask them."

The scene was awkward. Vernon was panting and staring at Harry, but he was as speechless as a marmot being pinched by the neck.

If he dared to ask, would he still need to question weak little Harry?

You cooperate with me, my uncle. Is it so difficult to admit that you are a coward and pretend to be a softie?

"Listen..." Vernon held his breath there for a long time, and finally suppressed his turbulent anger, pointed at Harry and said, "Take them out to play, and they are not allowed to come back before nine o'clock, do you understand?"

Harry looked up in surprise and looked at Vernon in disbelief.

"Also!" Vernon added, "I have tried my best to accommodate your ideas, and you are absolutely not allowed to tell that person named Lyle about this matter!"

Harry suddenly realized that he knew that Uncle Vernon was not so kind and was actually afraid.

Seeing Harry change his clothes, take out the little stick that made him tremble and stuff it into the waistband of his pants, then run downstairs, Vernon let out a sigh of relief.

Over the past period of time, he had become increasingly hostile to Harry.

Not only because of the other party's little stick that can throw magic, but also because of the young man who really opened up three agency channels for himself.

"Dear..." He looked at Aunt Petunia at the door with some frustration, "Is the main course ready?"

Aunt Petunia nodded: "Okay, but...are you really going to kick them all out?"

"What else can we do?" Vernon began to pull his hair out depressedly, "Is it possible to let Mr. and Mrs. Mason sit with... those terrible people?"

The couple upstairs sighed, but the children downstairs burst into cheers.

"Harry!"

Several little red-haired kids happily gathered around Harry. They were the three Weasley brothers.

To Harry's surprise, Hermione was actually followed by her cousin Dudley, holding a gift in his hand and looking cheerful.

This didn't quite fit with him who had been hiding from him during the entire holiday, covering his butt for fear of growing a pig's tail!

"Hmph!" Hermione's face originally showed joy, but it was replaced by anger, "You actually didn't reply to a letter from us? You didn't even reply to the letter from us as guests!"

Harry was stunned, finally feeling somewhat similar to Vernon's depression.

Since the holiday, he has not received even a single letter, and he thought he had been abandoned by his circle of friends!

Hermione also frowned after hearing Harry's explanation.

The thoughtful girl realized something was wrong, but couldn't figure it out, so she finally nodded.

"Let's ask Rhine!"

When in doubt, ask Rhine, what’s the problem?

But Harry asked a question that made Hermione even more depressed: "Where is Rhine?"

"In his words, he went into seclusion..."

Outside the crowd, Wednesday said, who was looking at Dudley's size and wondering whether the size of this guy's coffin was bigger than that of his biological brother.

"I ran away at the beginning of the month. I don't know when I will come back."

Hermione became extremely angry when she mentioned this. She had promised to come to celebrate Harry's birthday tomorrow, but this guy disappeared for nearly a month!

Harry didn't care about this, but curiously looked at Miss Wednesday, whom he had never met before.

Just as Ron was introducing them, there was a sound of a car braking outside No. 4 Privet Drive.

I saw Vernon, like a big meat ball, rolling down the stairs with Petunia in his arms, his face full of flattering joy.

But as soon as he saw these little guys, he roared with an ugly expression.

"You haven't left yet? Come on, come on! Dudley, let me go upstairs to change clothes!"

Cousin Dudley's smile instantly froze on his face, and he squirmed upstairs.

He looks brainless, but he is not really brainless. Of course, he knows that his father will never allow him to get along with the red heads who nearly demolished his house last year.

The fact that he once held a children's meeting with little Hermione is still hidden from his father.

As soon as Dudley left, Vernon drove the group of little ones out of the house like a donkey, so as not to disturb him inside.

Then, he saw the familiar luxury car outside the door.

"Mr. Mason!"

Vernon greeted the children with a bit of contempt in their eyes and walked out with a flattering smile on his face that he would never show to them.

As soon as the car door opened, a handsome young man stepped out.

Vernon let out a "Gah" and almost whipped him out on the spot!

"Rhine?!" The children were instantly happy.

Rhine nodded to them, turned around and reached out to help a middle-aged woman, and smiled at the middle-aged man who got off the car on the other side to confirm again.

"Really not called Alvin?"

"Look what you said!" The middle-aged man smiled and shook his head, "My youngest son is older than you, and his name is Albert."

Rhine shrugged, no Alvin Mason?

The Bai Xue scene can no longer be seen.

"Petunia? Petunia!" Vernon Dursley shouted in a voice like a screaming chicken, "Please get Mr. and Mrs. Mason in!"

After the Masons entered the house, Vernon grabbed Rhine and asked through gritted teeth in a low voice: "What are you doing?"

"Hitchhiking!" Rhine said to him with a smile, "I was walking well on the road, but these two kind people suddenly asked me about my destination and picked me up."

Vernon stared in disbelief: "You still need a ride?"

"Do I need to lie to you?" Rhine narrowed his eyes, a little impatient.

Vernon's heartbeat suddenly stopped inexplicably, and he felt something oppressive that made the air around him suddenly stagnant, making him somewhat breathless.

He calmly put away his aggressive attitude and wanted to talk about him, but he couldn't find the words to ease the atmosphere.

Not far away, Harry and the red heads were still beaming, but Hermione and Wednesday looked at each other in surprise.

Although it was indeed the same smiling Rhine, the two little girls keenly sensed a slightly different feeling from the past.

Rhine, who had always had a loose aura in the past, seemed to have been tempered by something, and his temperament now had a hint of sharpness.

Although it is only slightly different, it has become quite different.

"By the way," Rhine said to Vernon, "Mrs. Weasley...the mother of these children said she wanted to invite Harry to the Burrow."

After racking his brains and unable to find a topic, Vernon, who was feeling extremely frustrated, waved his hands anxiously.

"Take it away!"

Harry Potter looked up sharply.

And such good things?

In the corner not far away, a little thing twitched violently.

And such bad things?