[HP] Dali's Bread

"What?" they said in unison again.

"But Dad, Harry and I, I mean they're all the same anyway, why can't we say it's a school." Dali said vaguely, biting a piece of toast.

"You must insist on saying this, or you will be in trouble." Vernon didn't explain much, stood up and left the kitchen.

Aunt Marge could be all evil combined, malevolence incarnate, Britain's new virus!

When they were five years old, Dally and Harry hatched a plan to get Maggie away, which they called "The Dog Project".In fact, it is very simple, because there is no money, Dali ran to the door of the pharmacy and passed out, pretending to be sick, while Harry played with the salesperson, begging for some medicine.But they didn't know what the medicine the kind salesman gave them had any effect. Anyway, the pugs they brought to Maggie were all down (thanks to the fact that Harry attracted their attention and let the dogs chase them. He ran all over the garden).Maggie's dogs were more or less sick and went back to the country right away.She also blamed Penny for not cooking her dog seriously. Penny was terrified and explained it to Vernon for a long time.

It was a seldom happy time in Harry's childhood with Dally.After the age of six, this memory almost disappeared.When Harry was ten years old, Harry accidentally stepped on the paw of her pet dog, and the dog drove Harry into the garden, forcing him to climb a tree, and Aunt Marge didn't let it go until after midnight. The dog barks back to the house.

"Then I'm going to the train station. Do you want to come with me, Dali?" Vernon called from the door.

"No!" Dali replied, she couldn't forget that Aunt Maggie let her dog wreak havoc on her clothes, liked to command herself at home, and only gave them dog biscuits on her birthday, she was not even in the mood to eat now up.

"Dally needs to dress herself up for her aunt's arrival," Petunia said, stroking Dally's thick golden curly hair, "Mom has already bought you a lovely bow tie."

Harry had been sitting there stunned by fright, when he suddenly had an idea.He dropped the slice of toast, stood up quickly, and walked to the front door, where Vernon was putting on his coat, rolling from side to side like a big meaty ball.

"I'm not taking you," he said, turning to see Harry looking at him, straightening the folds of his coat.

"As if I wanted to go," said Harry coldly, "I have something to ask you."

Vernon looked at him suspiciously.

"Hogsmeade, the third years at our school can sometimes visit that village," said Harry.

"So what?" Vernon took the car keys from a hook next to the gate.

"I need your signature to agree." Harry said in one breath.

"I want it too, I want it too!" Dali suddenly remembered, and said.

"Don't let me touch any of your stuff!" Vernon said.

"Pretending I went to St. Somewhere in front of Aunt Marge is a hard thing...but if you sign my consent form," Harry went on quickly, "I swear I will Remember where I went to school, and I'll talk and act like a normal person."

"Me too, me too!" Dali booed crazily. Sometimes it's really interesting to see her dare not speak out.

"Okay, but remember, you must behave well."

He just left, and just as the door closed, Petunia suddenly spoke. Uncharacteristically, she seldom uttered magic words.

"Hogsmeade?" Petunia put down the teacup in a trance, hesitantly, "Is it the village next to your school?"

"Well, Mom. How do you know?"

"I... heard about it a long time ago." Petunia hurriedly explained, as if she had gotten into something bad and urgently needed to clear the relationship, "I won't allow it!"

"Why?!" Dali was a little angry. Normally, her mother would not object to her doing anything, but Petunia was very firm on this matter.

"Daddy has already agreed!" Dali was very angry. "Harry and I are the only ones in the school who can't go, it's too pitiful! The whole school will stare at us and laugh at us!"

She imitated other people's way of speaking: "Look at the two poor fools who can't make it to Hogsmeade in the third year. Merlin! They can't just strike matches at school and fantasize?!"

Although Harry felt that Dali was exaggerating, he nodded in support.

"Anyway, it's just not possible! Eat your breakfast quickly and change your clothes. Maggie will be here soon!" Petunia got up and went back to her room.

Dali finished the toast resentfully, and said through gnashing of teeth: "It's okay Harry, there's Dad."

After drinking a glass of milk, the two hurried upstairs to tidy up the room so that Maggie wouldn't see anything while she was running around the house.Harry sent Hedwig to Ron's house, and he stuffed some books into the cabinet.Dali was miserable. Although she said that her homework didn't move much, but...

"Oh, you should get an O for your fourteenth-century witch," Harry said relentlessly.

Under Dali's pleading, Harry came to help her tidy up her messy den.As soon as you enter the door, you can see that part of the wall is full of incantations, large and small.

"I made it myself, I write occasionally. It's cool, isn't it?" Dali dismissed it. "I found some posters, help me Harry, Aunt Marge is coming soon!"

The two hurriedly pasted it together, "Are you sure what you wrote can be used?"

"Why don't you write it down and go to school to try? Some of them have arranged and combined the lessons learned in class. (Harry: That's definitely not possible!)"

Sorry, a 13-year-old witch is such a secondary school student.

A moment later there was the creak of pebbles as Vernon's car drove back into the drive, then the closing of the car doors, and the sound of footsteps on the garden path.

"Honey, come out, Maggie is here!"

"Get to the door!" Petunia knocked on the door telling them to hurry up.

Boss Harry reluctantly went to open the door, and Dali speeded up to put up the posters again.

Maggie stood on the threshold.She looked a lot like Vernon: big, stocky, with a purple face and even a mustache, though not as heavy as Uncle Vernon's.She carried a huge suitcase in one hand, and Lippi, a grumpy old pug, tucked under her arm in the other.

"Where's Dali?" Maggie called. "Aren't they coming back for the summer?"

Dali hurried down the stairs, her face flushed, it seemed that she had already finished the wall with twelve horsepower.

Maggie shoved the suitcase into Harry's arms until he couldn't breathe.

"Dali! How did you become like this!" She yelled strangely and looked at Dali, as if she was abnormal.In the end, he hugged Dali and kissed her on the cheek.

Darley was a little choked up, but Maggie slipped her twenty pounds right away - she didn't like children, she did it to show her parents that she was good to their children.You must know that when she was five years old, she was secretly beaten with a small stick for not giving her dog food, and was threatened not to tell her parents (so the dog project came about).

"Petunia!" cried Maggie, striding over Harry as if Harry were nothing more than a hat stand.Maggie and Petunia kissed, or rather, Maggie's big jaw bumped into Petunia's thin cheekbones.Vernon came in now, looking happy as he closed the door.

"Tea, Maggie?" he asked. "What would Lippi have?"

"Lippy'll have a drink out of my saucer," said Aunt Marge, and they filed into the kitchen, leaving Harry and Darley alone.Harry was at a loss with the suitcase, while Dali wiped the lipstick marks off her face fiercely.

"You go first." He said.

As far as Harry was concerned, any excuse for not being with Maggie was a good one, so he set about carrying the trunk upstairs to a spare room, trying to keep his company for as long as possible.

Maggie was drinking tea in the kitchen and said, "Dally, what are you studying now?"

"Metins!" she said without thinking.

"Smetine! It's Smetine!" Vernon hurriedly corrected, "Daddy was joking with you!"

"Oh, your father also came out of that school—you have to study hard to see how happy you are now, but unfortunately you have lost a little weight. Don't learn to diet to lose weight. It's okay if you can't keep up with nutrition during adolescence. Look at your mother Now it's like a skinny..."

"Okay, Maggie, how about some snacks?" Vernon hurriedly stopped her from speaking.

Darley glanced at Petunia, who shook her head at her, meaning "don't talk back to her".

By the time Harry came downstairs, Maggie was completely settled and was eating fruitcake on the sofa in the living room.Lippi was licking noisily in the corner.Aunt Petunia cringed as she cleaned the tea stains and drool on the floor.

"So," said Maggie, turning her attention finally from Darley to Harry, "you're still here, aren't you?"

"Yes," said Harry.

"Don't say 'yes' in that ignorant tone," growled Maggie, "Vernon and Petunia are good enough for taking you in. If only I didn't. If someone throws you By my gate, you'd have gone straight to the orphanage."

Harry forced a pained grin on his face as he thought of the consent form.

"Don't smirk at me!" Maggie boomed. "I can tell you haven't improved much since the last time I saw you. I wish school would force some manners on you." She gulped. Tea, wiped her mustache, and said: "I forgot again, where have you been now?"

"St. Bruce," said Vernon immediately, fearing that he might have misspoken like Daly, "it's a first-rate institution for the hopeless."

"I see," said Maggie. "Boy, do St. Bruce's use canes?" she snapped at Harry across the table.

"Well?"

Vernon nodded briefly behind Maggie's back.

"Yeah," said Harry.Then, feeling as though he should make things more presentable, he said, "I've always used it."

"That's great," said Aunt Marge, "I don't want to listen to the blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Don. Do you get beaten often?"

"I think you'd better shut up." Dali said coldly, Maggie went too far every time, and Mom and Dad took these excesses as normal.After all these years, they couldn't treat Harry like a trash can.

The adults all looked at Dali, Vernon and Petunia kept winking at her, but Maggie couldn't believe it.Finally, she laughed out loud, and her dog started barking too.

"Dally, you don't have to speak for this kind of person. You have a good education. Didn't the teachers in the school teach you not to talk back when adults speak?"

"Actually, I am also from St. Bruce. Harry and I both came from the same school. We, St. Bruce, also said that we can put some pressure on those who speak out." Dali immediately snapped back, and was then caught by Fer Nong covered his mouth, "Smeting! We were joking with you just now! Both children are studying in Smeting! Smeting, haha!"

He immediately changed the subject again.

"Have you heard the news this morning, Maggie? What's up with the fugitive prisoner, huh?" Then he pushed Harry and Darley up to the second floor.

"Hey, Darley," Harry whispered to her as they went upstairs, "I appreciate you speaking for me."

"But...why?" Harry muffled, "You haven't spoken for me in years." And those presents...

"Conscience discovers, can't you see it?" Dali has a very thick skin to the familiar cantaloupe, she pouted her lips and blew her bangs indifferently, "I don't want to go downstairs before noon, and I will copy the history of magic homework homework." .”

The author has something to say:

It is also a chapter of part of the original text!

Yesterday I found a fan to read the one I thought I wrote better, so I decided that Draco would write it with the same annoying force as the original text, so let him and Dali see who can hate the other!

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