[HP] Snake

"Frame frame frame --"

Violent noises came from the stairs, a puffy and fat boy stomped hard and quickly down the stairs, and walked towards the living room, with his father's small eyes staring at his fat face, looking ridiculous Extremely.

This is my cousin, Dudley Dursley.

"What are you doing?! Give me food! I'm starving! Give me food, give me food!"

He sat straight at the dining table, fisted his fat hands, and slammed the table hard, making a harsh sound.

"If..." I turned my head and looked at him coldly, "You don't want those hands anymore, I can help you."

"You bastard, how dare you—"

Xu Shi felt my cold and biting warning, he pushed the table away angrily, walked towards me aggressively, swearing with a dirty face, and came straight to my face with clenched fists.

"court death."

Clasp the thick right wrist with one hand, apply a little force, fold it to the other side, kick his bulging stomach hard, then let go, let him fly backwards with the strength, straight He fell down by the table and forced the table to the French window before stopping.

"Ahhhhhhh-"

"Dada! Oh! My dear! My Dada! Are you all right?!"

"Ah! My darling! My little Dada! You can't be bothered!"

The two people who were stunned over there rushed in front of Dali in an instant, screaming in panic, and lifted him up carefully, not daring to touch his injured stomach.

"Ah! Dad! Mom! I'm in so much pain! Help me! I'm dying of pain! My God! Kill that bastard!"

"Okay! Dad will avenge you!" As he said, Feinon rushed towards me furiously.

"Fernon! You can't—"

"Bang—box—"

Lifting his foot again, the tall and fat body flew towards the French window in an instant, and hit the table straight, crushing the wooden dining table, making a loud noise.

"Heh heh heh heh... If you want to die, I will accompany you to the end today, and I will never be soft-hearted. Please rest assured." He laughed softly, stretched a limb at will, and moved towards the two people who were lying on the ground like dead pigs. He beckoned.

"No—don't! Harry, I beg you, don't hurt them, please! I apologize for them! Please let them go!" Petunia looked at her husband. And my son, weeping bitterly and pleading with me, looked quite pitiful.

"Of course, dear Aunt Petunia, as long as you can guarantee that your family will obediently stop messing around, how can I hurt my own relatives, tell me, right?" Looking at the farce in front of him, Feeling a little happier.

"Yes, yes, I see, they won't mess with you again, I promise, I promise!"

"That would be the best." Smiling and nodding, he walked towards the kitchen, but the two paralyzed dead pigs who were still clamoring before didn't dare to say a word at all.

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After I went out, I didn't go to school, and I didn't remember the location of the school at all anyway, so I simply cast a neglect spell on my body and prepared to walk around.

Suddenly, an obviously old owl appeared in my sight.

You know, the Muggle world doesn't use owls to send messages, and that owl obviously held a roll of parchment in its talons.

I stretched out a finger and pointed at the owl, and it flew to my hand with my control.Grabbing the owl's neck with one hand, unfolding the parchment with the other.

Dear Mrs. Figg:

I'm so sorry for Harry's situation.

But, you have to know, all of this is to protect him, he must stay in that Muggle's house, so as to ensure that he will not be found by those vicious people.

I solemnly request you again, please pay attention to his safety at all times, and inform me of his condition, so as to avoid further harm.

You know how important he is to me and to the entire wizarding world, don't you?

Finally, I wish you all the best.

Yours sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

"Oh... So there is such a relationship... It seems that I have to go to Diagon Alley..."

Eliminate all traces of me intercepting the letter, let go of my hand, watched the owl fly into a nearby house, and then walked to a remote corner.

When I reappeared at the intersection, I had already changed my appearance with body deformation, the appearance of Salazar when I first met that year.

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The Leaky Cauldron, which was the main entrance to Diagon Alley for Wizards thousands of years ago, is no longer as clean and tidy as it was a thousand years ago. It is old and dilapidated, just like its name.

Stepping in slowly, eyes slightly narrowed, lips curled into a smirk, chin slightly retracted, head held high, gait slow and steady, full of aristocratic style, to save some blind people from directly provoking provocations.

It was still early, and there was no one in the bar, only an old bartender at the bar was wiping a goblet with a rag.

"Good day." Looking at the old bartender, he nodded slightly and greeted him with a long aria.

"Oh, guest, good morning. I'm the owner of this bar. You can call me Tom. Is there anything I can do for you?" The old bartender put down his glass and rag, and said with a smile.

"My honor," bowed slightly, "maybe I can have a cup of black coffee?"

"Oh, of course, my dear guest, please wait a moment."

Sitting at the bar, picked up the hot cup of coffee, took a sip, and felt that the taste was not bad.

After drinking coffee, after nodding to Tom, he walked around the bar and came to a small patio.

I tapped lightly on the wall bricks on the dustbin where the number was three and then two, and the arched door leading to Diagon Alley was quickly integrated.

Uh... Although I don't want to admit it, it's true that 1000 years have passed... Why is there almost no change in Diagon Alley...

Walking to the right, but less than 100 meters away, there is indeed the Lihen Bookstore.

"Welcome, what can I do for you?"

"I'm sorry, I have to decline your kindness, because I'm more used to looking at it by myself."

"Okay, please feel free."

"My heartfelt praise for your generosity."

Nodding his head to dismiss the enthusiastic boss, he wandered around the store casually.

The books in the store are much more tidy than those of thousands of years ago. They are all classified according to their purpose and placed on the old-looking bookshelves one after another.I scanned the titles of the books without interest, just picked up a few authoritative works on potions, spells, alchemy, and magic history in modern times at random, and returned to the boss.

"That's all."

"Guest, there are 46 gold Galleons in total."

"Ok."

"take care."

He shrunk the book down and put it in his pocket, nodded to the boss and stepped out the door, walking straight towards Knockturn Alley.

Knockturn Alley, adjacent to and corresponding to Diagon Alley, can be said to be a paradise for dark wizards.

As soon as he stepped into Knockturn Alley, there were a few unfriendly eyes looking over him.He stretched out his hand and lightly pressed the hood covering the top of his head, the only exposed lips evoked a malicious smirk, his sharp chin was slightly retracted, and a powerful murderous aura came out instantly, shocking the minds of those who did not commit crimes.

With a cold snort, he raised his foot and walked into the depths of Knockturn Alley.

Suddenly feeling a breath and magic power fluctuations belonging to Cresk's magic black snake, he came to such a dilapidated shop and looked up at the old signboard, Bojin——Boke Magic Shop.

He didn't care about those messy low-level black magic items at all, and walked straight to the counter, where stood an old guy who looked greasy as hell, although he was smiling, but his expression was extremely wretched.

"Oh, distinguished guest, I'm Bo Jin, the owner, how can I help you?"

Oh, really, even the sound feels like it has been soaked in oil.

"With all due respect, Mr. Borgin, is there a Kresk magic black snake in this shop?"

The man was slightly taken aback, but then quickly recovered, with an even more humble and flattering expression.

"Oh, honored guest, you are very well informed. This Kresk magic black snake was just delivered last night, and it is as long as ten feet."

"Oh? I just felt its breath and magic power fluctuations outside the door. After all, I have a destiny with snakes."

Responding to his temptation speciously, a smirk appeared on his lips, with a somewhat deep smile that made the person in front of him a little uneasy.

"Oh yes, maybe you'd like to meet this rare magic snake?"

"Yes, Mr. Bokin, please lead the way."

Across the counter, a dilapidated wooden staircase leads to the basement. He carried a small oil lamp and led me down.

The further you go down, the stronger the bloody smell of black magic becomes. In the darkness, you can vaguely see rows of shelves inside, and the things placed on them are self-evident.

"Come this way, please."

Following him to a wall, he reached out and tapped on it a few times, and the wall changed, forming a transparent door.Looking inside, there was a huge pure black snake entrenched there, with its head hanging by the tip of its tail, its eyes drooping, and it looked listless.

【Dear miss, nice to meet you. 】

Hearing me greet her, she raised her head excitedly, and looked at me with big dark green eyes.

Ignoring the extremely surprised people around me, I directly opened the door and walked in.

[Hiss... are you a Parseltongue? 】

【Yes. 】

【Hiss, I haven't met a Parseltongue for a long, long time. 】

[So, dear lady, my name is Harry Slytherin, you can call me Harry, maybe you would like to tell me your name? 】

【Hiss, yes, Harry, hiss, I'm Bridger Jones, you can call me Johnsy hiss~】

【Oh, Johnsy, what a nice name. 】

【Thank you so much~】

[Perhaps, you are willing to leave this dark place and leave with me? 】

【Hiss, my pleasure. 】

[Then, please become a size suitable for leaving me, is that okay? 】

[Of course, hiss, it is undeniable that you are a smart person. 】

【Thank you very much for your compliment. 】

After silently reading the contract and calling her real name, a silver-black light flashed, and I only felt some burning pain between my brows, and Johnsy turned into a slender snake, wrapped around my left wrist , icy and cool around the circle, it looks like a beautiful bracelet.

The contract was concluded, and I turned to Borgin by the door.

"So, Mr. Bokin, she, I took it away, how much should I pay?"

"Oh, dear Parseltongue, your presence really makes our shop flourish. You only need to pay me the cost and shipping fee, [-] Galleons."

"Then, thank you very much."

"No, no, it's my pleasure."

Gently stroking Johnsy's wrist, under Bojin's respectful eyes and the surprised eyes of the guests who just entered the door, she slowly stepped out of this Bokin-Bork magic shop.