I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

"A good-for-nothing, lazy, liar, good-for-nothing who..."

"He is not!"

Harry was shaking with rage at Aunt Marge's words, and he wouldn't allow that to be said about his father.

"Have some more brandy!" Uncle Vernon seemed to understand the seriousness, and he poured all the wine in the bottle into Aunt Maggie's glass.

He growled at Harry, "Go to sleep, go!"

"No, Vernon."

Maggie finished her brandy and belched. Her small bloodshot eyes stared at Harry's, provoking Harry's scar. "Go on, boy, you're very proud of your parents, aren't you? They were Killed in a car accident."

Harry couldn't take it anymore, he stood up and said, "They didn't die in a car accident!"

This made Vernon's face turn pale, and he moved his stubby fingers to tell Maggie to stop talking.

But Maggie seemed to have turned on some kind of switch, and harsh words kept popping out of her mouth.

She abused Harry as a burden to his relatives, a boorish and ungrateful thing.

As she spoke, Maggie's body swelled up.

She watched in horror as her body swelled up like a balloon, and her body floated up.

Uncle Vernon screamed in horror when he saw this scene. He wanted to catch Maggie to prevent her from floating out, but he was almost dragged up.

The Dursleys were in turmoil, and Harry didn't want to be around anymore.

He took his luggage and moved to the door in just a few seconds.

Uncle Vernon found out and wanted to stop him, but Harry was already angry. He took out his wand and threatened Vernon, "She's doing it to herself, get out of the way!"

Seeing the scene just now, Uncle Vernon dared not stop him at all.

After dragging his suitcase through the streets for a few blocks, Harry gradually calmed down.

He slumped against a low wall on Magnolia Crescent, the raw strength gone, gasping for breath.

He is full of confusion at this moment, where should he go?

Using magic on Muggles outside the school, he might be wanted by the Ministry of Magic and thrown into Azkaban.

Confused, he stayed on this street for 10 minutes.

Nervous, anxious, restless, confused...

Emotions were like overturned seasoning bottles, the ups and downs made him bow his head.

He thought sadly: "Maybe I'll be wanted and left alone in the dark Muggle world."

He thought of Ron and Hermione again, no matter whether he broke the law or not, his friends would definitely help him.

Because of Aunt Maggie's arrival, Harry asked Hedwig to live with Ron for a few days, but he couldn't get in touch with others.

He was very depressed.

"Harry, there seems to be a lot of activity over there."

A voice sounded, and Harry looked up sharply.

John walked out of the darkness, and he didn't know why he still held a can of dried fish in his hand.

Seeing the frustrated Harry, John raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you planning to run away from home?"

"John, I, I may be wandering the world."

Harry saw that it was John, and he realized that John lived nearby.

He must have also seen the good deeds he had done, and said dejectedly: "I hope you can lend me some money, so that I can escape further."

"Come on, Harry, but you do need to calm down."

John was speechless, you are the savior, can the Ministry of Magic throw you into Azkaban because of such a trivial matter?

Walking in front of Harry, John put down the dried fish and said, "Don't be too depressed, you'll be fine, just find a place to wait, maybe the Ministry of Magic will send you a letter."

Seeing Harry didn't want to go back, John introduced him a good place, thought for a while and said, "If you don't want to go back, you can go to the Leaky Cauldron to stay for a while, and I'll take care of the rest for you."

"Well, maybe you're right."

After being comforted, Harry felt better, although he felt that in the second year, Dobby knocked over a cake and the Ministry of Magic warned him.

Patting Harry on the shoulder, John took out a bag of Galleons from his small bag.

Harry's eyes became glazed, and John asked in confusion, "Didn't you borrow money from me?"

"Uh... that's too much, at least a hundred Galleons." Harry scratched his head and stammered.

John curled his lips. There is a golden mountain in your treasury. Are you pretending to be a poor person here?

Throwing Garen to Harry made his chest tight from being hit.

John turned around and went to the Dursleys' house, so the big man was flying in the sky, and he had to finish it before other Muggles saw it.

It was only after he left that Harry gasped from the pile of money. He stared at John's leaving back and felt a warmth in his heart.

At this moment, he felt a chill on the back of his neck.

For some reason, he looked towards the dark place behind, at the other end of the road, as if there was something there.

"Fluorescent flashes."

The wand lighted up, and Harry's eyes flickered, and he felt better after raising it higher.

On the opposite side of the road is a big black dog that looks like a bear.

Harry panicked and fell when trying to get a better look.

At this time, there was a galloping sound.

"Beep."

Harry's eyes were blinded by the bright light, and he put his hands in front of him and saw the thing through his fingers.

It was a purple three-decker bus, and a conductor who looked seventeen or eighteen years old got down from it. He had big protruding ears.

Seeing him lying on the ground, the conductor asked suspiciously, "What are you doing sitting on the ground?"

Harry looked across the street again, where the big black dog had disappeared.

...

There were screams, dogs barking, and the confusion of the Dursleys was like a bull.

Maggie was floating in the sky, and when she was about to be blown away by the wind, a snowy owl flew over, grabbed her by the collar and carried her down.

John stood in front of the Dursleys' house and knocked.

Listening to the chaotic voices inside, it is estimated that they have no time to open the door.

Raising your hand to brush the doorknob, it opened automatically with a click.

John walked in, and the chaotic voice inside followed him, as if the pause button had been pressed.

"How dare you come here! You guys..."

Vernon Dursley roared and shouted, John frowned, and Vernon held back his words with just a look.

At this moment, Maggie was dragged back by Basil outside.

Seeing this scene, the Dursleys hurried over.

"Get her back soon!" Vernon was used to talking to Harry.

When he reacted, he saw John's half-smile expression.

John said lightly: "If you have fully experienced Muggle education, you should know when to be polite to others."

This made Vernon's face turn purple, his lips trembled and he squeezed out a few words, "Please help me restore her."

"That's right."

John raised his eyebrows and pointed at Maggie.

It was as if a hole had been poked open in Maggie's body, and her body lost weight rapidly.

Her hair was messy and collapsed on the ground, and her big dog came over, but they couldn't bring her back to her senses.

After John finished all this, there was a loud bang outside, and two figures, a man and a woman, appeared.

It's from the Ministry of Magic.

When they arrived, they saw John first, and then Maggie who was still in shock.

"Here you are, I think there is a Muggle here who needs you to erase a stimulating memory."

John turned and smiled, as if it had nothing to do with him at all.

The male official stared at John and asked suspiciously, "Are you a Hogwarts student?"

"You don't need to thank me for helping you avoid the difficulty of finding it." John pointed to Basil and said, "If you can bring two small dried fish to my owl, it will be very happy."

The two officials were a little confused. They were obviously questioning, but why did you turn into thanking you.

Of course they recognized that it wasn't Harry Potter, it was Harry using magic that the Ministry had received.

The presence of this student here can't explain anything, and John gave Basil all the credit.

Finally, the officials of the Ministry of Magic erased the memory of Aunt Maggie, which made the Dursleys tremble.

In their opinion, the Ministry of Magic were turning Maggie into an idiot.

After settling everything, the two officials left.

John didn't, he sat on the sofa alone, Basil flew to his shoulder and stood.

"Now, Mr. Dursley, can you tell me why Harry is so angry?"

He smiled, and Vernon Dursley swallowed with difficulty.

This child is obviously the same age as Harry, but it makes people feel as intimidating as those rich and high-ranking officials who spend money.