【HP】I don’t want to fall in love, I just want to mess around

Harry was reading a book in his cabin.

After returning from Hogwarts, no matter how reluctant he was, he could only return to No. [-] Privet Drive.

To be honest, he would rather stay at Hogwarts during the summer vacation and spend time with Filch than stay with his mean aunt and uncle.

But Dumbledore said that he had to live with his aunt for a while in order to maintain the family magic his mother had cast on him.

Ever since he went to Hogwarts, his aunt and uncle had become more wary and disgusted with him, and he didn't want to stay with them, so he spent most of his time alone in the stairwell.

As he grew older, the narrow stairwell became more crowded.

Harry sometimes felt magical. In the wizarding world, he was the savior who attracted everyone's attention, but in the Muggle world, he was just a little pitiful man without a father or mother, living in the house of an annoying relative, and not even having his own room.

Just like Cinderella, summer vacation to him is like the 12 o'clock bell at the ball. After the bell rings, all the magic fails and he becomes the Cinderella that no one cares about.

Harry is not a sad person. Like most boys, he is careless most of the time. The reason for this association may be due to the outrageous rumors about him being a "Disney Princess" last semester.

Speaking of this rumor that made him laugh and cry, he later found out that this rumor first came from Hufflepuff. Although I don’t know how they associated him with the Disney princesses, it can only prove that Hufflepuff does have a strange brain.

Thinking of Hufflepuff, why did he seem to hear the voice of Ernie MacMillan of Hufflepuff House?

Is it hallucinations?

He put his ear close to the wooden board, and a crisp and somewhat domineering sentence, "Madam, you don't want your son to turn into a pig, do you?" came to his ears accurately.

Merlin! This is Esther's voice!

Why is she here?

Harry didn't have time to think too much, opened the door and went out immediately.

Outside the door, when Esther took out her wand, the Dursleys and their son seemed to suddenly think of something bad. Harry's fat cousin Dudley screamed and hid his huge body behind his mother.

Aunt Petunia's face was also livid. She opened her hands to protect her son with her thin body, and asked loudly and sharply: "What do you want to do? Force your way into a house? I tell you, there is no place for you dirty guys here." Dirty and backward monsters are arrogant!”

She held her head high, like a goose in a fighting state.

Ernie and Justin were startled by her aura and quickly retreated to Esther's side.

"No, why is there discrimination in the Muggle world?"

Ernie muttered stupidly.

The noise they made was slightly louder, attracting neighbors to come and watch.

Esther's sharp eyes saw an old woman sticking her head out and looking over next door to the Dursley's house.

She immediately withdrew her wand hand.

In the original book, Mrs. Figg, the neighbor of the Dursleys, is a squib who was specially sent by Dumbledore to look after Harry secretly.

It is always a bad idea to threaten Muggles with a wand outside the school, so Esther immediately stopped and hid the wand.

Fortunately, the dress she wore today was made of gauze with long sleeves, so she could hide her wand in her sleeves.

Although you can't scare people with a wand, your goal has been achieved. Esther took a step forward, and the words Harry heard came out: "Madam, you don't want your son to turn into a pig, do you?"

Aunt Petunia's face was extremely ugly. In that short moment, Esther saw the change from anger to horror on her face.

"What a bunch of lunatics!"

She gritted her teeth and cursed.

By this time Harry had appeared.

"Esther! Ernie and Justin? Why are you here?"

He was wearing half-new clothes, his thick black hair was messy as usual, and his emerald green eyes were full of surprise.

Esther smiled and waved at him, not caring about the angry Aunt Petunia at all.

"Did I let you out? Go back to your room!"

Aunt Petunia yelled at Harry to leave, as if she didn't want him to meet Esther.

Harry pursed his lips, feeling dissatisfied with Aunt Petunia's attitude and slightly uncomfortable because he had exposed his predicament in front of his classmates.

But he still took a step forward and looked directly at Aunt Petunia with his emerald green eyes: "They are my classmates. They come to me. You can't just drive them away like this."

"Why can't I? This is my home, and you are just a vampire living here. If we are willing to take you in, you should be grateful. Why do you dare to make such an unreasonable request?"

Aunt Petunia looked at Harry coldly and said.

These words made even the onlookers feel suffocated.

But Harry acted quite calmly, because he had heard this kind of words countless times since he was a child.

He just felt that it was a little embarrassing for Aunt Petunia to talk about him like this in front of his classmates.

He was about to say something to fight back, but Esther clapped her hands, attracting everyone's attention.

"If I may interrupt, I remember that Mr. Dursley was the supervisor of a company called Groning, which manufactured drilling rigs, right?"

Aunt Petunia turned her head and looked at her nervously and warily: "What do you want to do?"

Esther spread her hands: "Don't worry, madam, I don't mean any harm. According to me, Mr. Dursley's company has encountered a little setback recently. So, I can help Mr. Dursley solve this little problem." Let’s just consider the twists and turns as a small reward for the many years you have adopted Harry.”

"you?"

Aunt Petunia seemed to have heard something funny.

After all, Esther looks like a teenage girl, so what does she know about business?

However, her husband's company did encounter some problems recently. A buyer temporarily ran away, resulting in a large backlog of finished products and problems in the capital chain.

Esther knew she didn't believe it, but it didn't matter that she could make her believe it.

Although she came to see Harry Potter this time on a whim, she had been asking her grandfather to send people to pay attention to the Dursleys and what happened to their family since she knew that she had traveled to the world of "Harry Potter". Someone would organize it regularly and inform Esther.

She has been keeping this matter for several years. Even her parents don't know much about it. They only know that she will keep in regular correspondence with her grandfather.

So she was very aware of what was going on with the Dursleys recently.

He should know better than Harry.

She handed all the pizza and food to Ernie and Justin, and she took out a pen from Justin's pocket, casually tore off a cake's paper packaging box, and wrote a series of phone numbers on it. .

"When you make this call, just say it was recommended by Mr. Robert Mayne, and then explain to the person on the other end the difficulty Mr. Dursley is encountering and someone will help."

Esther handed the piece of wrapping paper with the sweet atmosphere of the cake to Aunt Petunia.

Aunt Petunia was doubtful.

She felt that this little witch might be lying to her, but seeing how indifferent she looked it didn't look like she was lying, so she couldn't make up her mind for a moment.

"Robert Mayne? This name is actually the same as the name of our school's patron."

Dudley muttered under his breath.

Esther heard it.

“Smelting Middle School was really one of the many schools my grandfather sponsored.”

she said with a smile.