Retirement from Hogwarts

In the next three days, Harry, who had been used to having a happy life since the holidays through Jack's intimidation last year, simply lived like a year.Whenever her stupid aunt gave him trouble, he forced himself to think about the "Flying Feet Maintenance Manual" and the pair of flying feet that Jack gave him.This worked well, although it gave him a dazed look, as Aunt Maggie began to express her opinion that he was insane.

Finally, the day came, Aunt Marge's last night as a guest here, Aunt Petunia prepared a fancy dinner, and Uncle Vernon opened several bottles of wine.Everyone drank soup and ate salmon, and this time no one mentioned Harry's shortcomings.Over the lemon meringue pie, Uncle Vernon kept everyone on edge by talking endlessly about his company, the Groning Company, which made drilling rigs.Then Aunt Petunia boiled the coffee, and Uncle Vernon brought out a bottle of brandy.

"Maggie, can you have some too?" Aunt 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 this...a little more...and that'll be it." Dudley was eating his fourth slice of pie.Aunt Petunia was sipping her coffee with her little finger raised.Harry wanted to go back to his room, but he met Uncle Vernon's angry little eyes and knew he had to sit there until everyone was done eating.

"Ah, the snacks are so good, Petunia. Usually I just have a fried food at night, and I have twelve dogs to take care of." Aunt Maggie smacked her lips and put down the empty cup. He sat down and started to brag about Aunt Petunia's dinner.

"Forgive me. But I do like to see healthy and normal children," she burped loudly suddenly, patting her big belly.Then she winked at Dudley and continued. "You'll grow into a normal-sized man, Dudley, just like your father. Oh, Vernon, I'd also like some brandy..."

"But, this one -" Then she raised her head towards Harry.

Looking at her expression, Harry felt his stomach tighten.Manual, he reminded himself.

"This one had a mean, selfish, smaller-than-normal look. That's what happens with dogs. Last year I told Colonel Fulbst to drown a dog. It was a little rat-like thing. Weak. It's not well developed." Maggie kept trying to tease Harry's increasingly fragile nerves.

Her behavior forced Harry to try to recall the contents of the manual.He felt that if he didn't find something to distract himself, he might really use those ordinary wizards that Jack gave him on the train during the holiday. They couldn't distinguish whether it was a magical rampage or a curse. Horrible magic.

"It's all bad blood, that's what I said the other day. Bad blood will show itself. I'm not speaking ill of your family, Petunia—" She clapped it with her spade-like hand Penny's bony hands, "But your sister is the bad guy. She comes from the best family. And then she runs away with a loser, and the consequences are now before our eyes."

After hearing her Harry began to glare at his plate, trying to transfer his hatred onto the plate in front of him.But obviously, his efforts failed helplessly due to the efforts of that stupid Aunt Maggie. Under her nagging, her voice penetrated into his heart like a magic sound filling his ears. Like Uncle Vernon's drill.

"This Potter," cried Aunt Marge, seizing the brandy bottle and pointing it towards her

He poured some wine into his wine glass and on the tablecloth, "Why have you never told me what he does?"

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia looked extremely miserable.Dudley even looked up from his pie and gaped at his parents.

"He--doesn't work," Uncle Vernon said, glancing furtively out the window.It seemed that he was on guard against the men in black who might rush in at any time and tear down his house.After he confirmed that there was indeed no one in his garden, he whispered. "unemployed."

"I guess that's right!" said Aunt Maggie, taking a swig of brandy and wiping her mouth with her sleeve. "A worthless, good-for-nothing, lazy beggar, that kind of person—"

"That's not his kind of person," Harry said suddenly.No one spoke at the table, it was quiet.Harry was shaking.He had never been so angry in his life.

"More brandy!" cried Uncle Vernon, who was already very pale.He poured the contents of the bottle into Aunt Maggie's glass.

"You, boy," although the way he spoke to Harry was rough, Harry could still feel that he was trying to calm things down. "Go to sleep, go to—"

"No, Vernon." But obviously, someone felt that he hadn't done enough death.Aunt Marge interrupted Vernon with a hiccup, raising her hands, her little bloodshot eyes fixed on Harry. "Go on, kid. You're proud of your parents, aren't you? They went out, got into a car accident, and died—"

"They didn't die because of the car accident!" Harry said, and before he knew it, he had stood up.

"They died in a car accident, you little liar! And they left you as a burden to their decent, hard-working relatives!" screamed Aunt Maggie, furious. "You're an arrogant, ungrateful little—"

But Aunt Maggie suddenly stopped talking.For a moment it seemed as if she was speechless and speechless.She seemed to swell with unspeakable rage—but the swelling did not cease.Her big red face began to expand, her small eyes protruded outward, and her mouth opened too wide to speak.After a second, several buttons came out of her tweed dress and banged against the wall - she swelled like a scary balloon, and her belly swelled away from the button. The tweed belt made each of her fingers swell as thick as a sausage.

"Maggie!" Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia shouted together as Aunt Maggie's entire body began to lift off her seat and toward the ceiling.Now she was completely round, like a life preserver with little eyes as she floated into the air.Her hands and feet stretched out weirdly, making bursts of popping sounds.Lippy slipped into the room, barking like crazy.

"Don't-" Petunia gave Harry a pleading look.Obviously after being demolished by Jack last time, she no longer believed in the so-called Ministry of Magic that would punish underage wizards who made mistakes.This time, using Hogsmeade's signature to blackmail Harry into accompanying this damn Maggie was simply a nightmare.If she had known this would happen, she would never have agreed to Dali's bad idea.

Uncle Vernon grabbed hold of one of Aunt Marge's legs and tried to pull her down, but he was nearly pulled off the floor himself.After another second, Lippi jumped forward and bit Uncle Vernon's leg.