All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 89 Harry’s Future

The early morning light shines through the screen on the eyelids, lighting up the dark vision.

Harry opened his eyes.

He looked around. Instead of four-poster beds and ancient masonry walls, soft Simmons and white putty walls, this was a Muggle dwelling.

Seeing the decoration here, Harry's neck began to prick like a needle, and bitterness flooded his heart. The environment here is all too familiar. This is the Dursley House, the prison where he was imprisoned and tortured for more than ten years.

The calendar beside the bed shows that today is August 28, 1992.

There are four days until school starts.

He heard a loud noise coming from downstairs, a boy making a rude cry, and then another burst of frightened scolding. It was Aunt Petunia. Her high-pitched voice penetrated the ceiling of the first floor like an iron cone. , reached Harry's ears.

"Quiet! Don't let (lower voice) hear, Dudley dear, or he will..."

Great, he thought, what a torture that would never end.

Harry got up and dressed slowly, and the Dursleys' servants would start a new day's work.He imitated Uncle Vernon when he put on short sleeves on his body: "Harry, little bastard, went to mop the floor. He knows how to eat all day long, and he is a useless eater!" He imitated his cousin Dudley when he lifted his trousers, And with a blowing sound, "Bang! Haha, look mom, Harry's glasses are broken again, look, it's funny." Then, when he tied his shoes, Harry imitated Aunt Petunia again. , "Little slacker, you should wash the dishes, what? Your breakfast? You have no share here."

He slowly came down the stairs. The stairwell under his feet had been his childhood residence. It was a very cramped storage room. Fortunately, at that time, Harry was thin due to malnutrition, and the narrow stairwell was not suitable for him. It's quite spacious for him.

The aroma of bacon wafts from the kitchen, and the strong smoky smell is reminiscent of factories thousands of miles away. How do those workers smoke the good pork sent from the slaughterhouse into delicious bacon? Those Muggle machines were running rumblingly, and the TV said that the fat pigs being slaughtered in the farms had never seen real grass.

Arriving on the first floor, Uncle Vernon was uncharacteristically not leaning on his comfortable chair to read the newspaper. Instead, he sat calmly at the dining table. Seeing Harry appear, his stupid and fat cheeks trembled slightly, as if Trying to force an ugly smile, but failing.

"Good morning." Harry shrugged his shoulders, trying to look a little more insignificant, lest something went wrong and the erratic uncle grabbed hold of him.

"Ha, Harry, good morning." Vernon's cheeks wrinkled, his facial features seemed to be fighting each other, his words were very gentle, "Petunia will be ready for breakfast soon." He hesitated and asked cautiously : "You seem to get up late today?"

Harry shuddered and apologized hastily: "I'm sorry!"

Vernon showed a confused expression. At this time, Aunt Petunia came out of the kitchen, carrying a hearty breakfast. Harry wondered what day it was. He stared at the plate, trying to find his share—the smallest share.

No, there is no such thing as the least share.Harry had the same portion on his plate as his fat cousin.Make him completely fed up.

Oh my god, Harry thought, have this family changed their minds? Do they actually have good intentions? Yes, after all, I am Aunt Petunia's biological nephew. After all, she is reluctant to part with this blood relationship. Although this family has exploited me as free child labor over the years, they have provided me with food and shelter after all.

The more the boy thought about it, the more guilty he felt. He felt ashamed for silently mocking the Dursleys every time he was bullied. In this way, he was actually a burden to the family. Without him, this family would have to live in their philistine world. In a vulgar, ordinary life, one will not be disturbed by surprises from the magical world. They bullied, humiliated, ridiculed, and squeezed Harry in this way, all to retaliate for the shock Harry gave them.

Harry ate the fragrant bacon, omelette and toast with trepidation, and drank another glass of milk. He had never drank pure milk at the Dursleys' house, and usually drank milk-flavored drinks with half a cup of tap water. .

There was silence at the table, no one spoke, Cousin Dudley buried his face in the plate and ate like a pig.Usually they are always noisy.

Harry felt that this scene was quite warm, and some happy emotions bubbled up from the bottom of his heart like unsealed sparkling water.

After finishing his portion quickly, he prepared to stand up and clear the plate. Aunt Petunia quickly stood up and faced him with a stiff smile, "Put it down!" She was a little frightened, "I will take care of it."

"Thank you." Harry hesitated for a moment, "Aunt."

Petunia's thin face couldn't help but reveal a twisted expression of disgust and fear, and she nodded repeatedly. At this time, cousin Dudley snorted like a pig, with an expression on his face like an idiot. Uncle Vernon quickly stuffed his toast onto his plate to prevent him from making any more noises. noise.

Very strange, very abnormal. Harry felt like biting cabbage crawling all over him.

After that, the Dursleys seemed to have forgotten about Harry, and didn't arrange chores for him as usual.He was able to move around the room quietly and freely, which made him even more uneasy.

Today was Friday, and Uncle Vernon went to work as usual. From the second-floor window, Harry saw his uncle and aunt saying goodbye by the car, hugging each other tightly, looking very affectionate.

"Honey, bear with me, I've already booked the boat and train tickets, and we'll set off as soon as September, and take Baby Dudley to Casablanca, just bear with it, just four days, and we'll never meet again Met the little bastard, you little bastard." Vernon murmured in Petunia's ear, and Petunia scratched and pinched him on the shoulder, crying until her eyes were red.

Harry watched the couple say goodbye and felt amused. He seemed to see a big toad hugging a bald goose.

Uncle Vernon glanced towards the second floor and saw Harry waving goodbye to him by the window. His expression changed, he cursed under his breath, and drove away in a hurry.

At this time, the sky suddenly began to darken, and the morning sun set again from the east, and its angle shifted, falling on the southeast horizon. Dark clouds accumulated in the low altitude, and snowflakes fell. It didn't take long for the streets to be covered with dirty snow.

The world suddenly entered winter.

Harry was feeling uneasy about this unusual celestial phenomenon when he suddenly saw a golden firework exploding in the sky outside Privet Drive, followed by several more fireworks of different colors exploding one after another. A group of wizards in black robes and pointed hats appeared on both sides of the street. They waved their wands and cast Muggle-repelling spells. The surrounding neighbors and the passing traffic all moved away from Privet Drive, as if someone had placed a spell on both sides of the intersection. After putting up the "Construction Ahead, No Passage" sign, no one came close.

The group of wizards came straight to the Dursley's door.

Harry saw at a glance that these guys were followed by three strangely dressed people, but they were none other than the Dursleys.

They appeared there at some unknown time, and it seemed that they had been cursed by a wizard. Their movements were slow and sluggish.

No, uncle and aunt are in danger!

Harry's heart sank, and strong unease and fear emerged.

He rummaged in his pockets, trying to get his wand out, but he couldn't find it. So he turned around and rummaged through the bedside table. He saw his hands trembling.

Harry glanced at the calendar. The date had changed, and he remembered that it had previously shown August.

December 28, 1992.

It's the Christmas holidays. He was stunned.

The wizards downstairs had already crowded into the room. They were noisy and praising the great Dark Lord.

"Master, we captured these Muggles from Casablanca!"

There is no wand to be found, and danger looms.The current situation couldn't be worse for a child.

In order to protect his loved ones, Harry mustered up the courage and walked towards the living room empty-handed.