Chapter 1 Return
"Get up! Get up! Hurry!"
There was a rapid knock on the door, and Harry Potter opened his eyes hazy.
He subconsciously touched the wand under the pillow, but found nothing.
His green eyes narrowed and he raised his arms, only to find that his arms had become very thin.
What's going on?
He was startled, looked around and found that he was in a small and cramped space.
The compartment under the stairs...
The stall under the stairs of the Dursleys' house was such a long memory.
Could it be that I am back in 1991?
"Get up!"
There was another scream, and Harry came to his senses and remembered that it was his Aunt Petunia's voice.
He hadn't heard that voice in six years, and he had almost forgotten all about the Dursleys.
Harry sat up and looked around the small, cramped space.
This is much smaller than the dormitories at Hogwarts, he thought.
Ever since he picked up the admission notice in the cubicle, he inexplicably came to a school called Hogwarts, where he studied and lived for six years.
He even felt that he was about to integrate into the Victorian era, but for some reason, he suddenly returned to the Elizabethan era.
Harry picked up his glasses from the pillow and looked at the temples that were wrapped again and again with tape. He arched his fingers and flicked them.
The tape made a crackling sound, circled around the temples, and flew into the glasses. At the same time, the temples of the glasses returned to their original state.
Putting on his glasses and opening the door, he saw that his aunt had already left. What greeted him was an indescribable smell - he followed the sound to the kitchen and found that the smell seemed to be emanating from the large iron basin in the sewage pool. of.
Auntie's family was already sitting at the dining table. Fortunately, they could endure the disgusting smell - but with Dudley's pig-like personality... and physique, it was strange that he couldn't eat.
Seeing Harry's arrival, Uncle Vernon frowned instinctively.
Before he could say anything, he heard the mailbox click, and then some letters fell on the doormat at the door.
"What are you still waiting for?" Uncle Vernon's tone was very bad, and he turned to Dudley: "Use your Smelting cane to drive him to pick it up."
Seeing Dudley reaching for his cane with ill intentions, Harry looked at him deeply, turned around and left.
There were three letters scattered on the carpet by the door. One was from Aunt Maggie, one seemed to be a bill, and the last one said "Under the Stairs, No. 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey." Storage room, collected by Mr. Harry Potter"
The envelope was made of heavy parchment, the address was written in dark green ink, and there was no stamp.
Harry took a deep breath and turned the letter over. Sure enough, it had a wax seal printed with the Hogwarts coat of arms.
Such a letter, yesterday——
No, to be precise, six years ago, he also picked it up in the storage room under the stairs, and then went to the Victorian era more than a hundred years ago.
He took the letter and walked slowly back to the kitchen amidst Uncle Vernon's irritable urging. He placed the two letters on the table, and then he opened his own letter.
"Dad!" Dudley suddenly shouted: "Dad! Harry seems to have received something!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Harry felt someone rushing forward. He subconsciously raised his hand, and the Uncle Vernon who rushed over floated up slowly, and then slammed to the ground.
Cast spells without a wand, cast spells silently.
This is the Chief of the Duel Staff at Hogwarts, Harry Potter. Winguardium Leviosa (Winguardium Leviosa), a standard floating spell.
In conjunction with it, there was Descendo (which fell to the ground in response). This set of spell combinations was taught to him by Sebastian Saru of Slytherin College.
Considering that the uncle in front of him was as fat as a troll, and if he hit it like this, someone might be killed, so Harry instinctively caught the sound and landed, and stopped the spell after falling halfway.
Uncle Vernon's nose was only a few inches from the ground. Harry took the letter and fanned himself. Hearing Uncle Vernon still yelling and swearing, Harry snapped his fingers. Uncle Vernon kept opening and closing his mouth to spit out curse words. It was sealed like a zipper.
"Do you mind?" Harry asked politely, raising his eyebrows.
Aunt Petunia saw this and let out a sharp crack.
"You...you haven't gone to Hogwart...that school for freaks, why do you know magic?"
Harry keenly caught the details in Aunt Petunia's words. He raised his head and faced Petunia with a pair of emerald green eyes: "That's not important. What's important is how do you know about Hogwarts and magic?"
As he spoke, he waved the letter in his hand.
"I..."
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Penny's mouth felt a little dry.
"It seems that you are hiding a lot of things from me, Auntie." Harry said with a chuckle. Under Dudley's eyes, which were stunned by fright, and Aunt Petunia's horrified eyes, he said in a relaxed tone: "So, you Mind telling me?”
"No, no way!" Aunt Petunia said hysterically.
Harry put down the thick parchment letter and saw his aunt's appearance, as well as Uncle Vernon's mouth gagged and hanging in the air, still struggling to swim towards him, and memories came flooding back to him.
Years of abuse could not be diluted by six years of living in a magic school. Instead, it became clearer at this moment, even though he did not hate his aunt's family for it.
But with Aunt Petunia's attitude, Harry didn't mind scaring her.
"Auntie should know that wizards have a magic called Legilimency - as the name suggests, it can read other people's memories." Harry said politely and elegantly, "I think we haven't reached the point of using this magic yet. Isn’t it?”
Petunia looked at the nephew in front of her with fear and strangeness. Why did he become so... polite after not seeing her all night?
She had attended high-society banquets with Vernon, and Harry's demeanor was just like the "big shots" she had seen!
However, what she didn't know was that thanks to the neurotic headmaster Phineas Black, all students at Hogwarts were required to learn etiquette, and it was the etiquette of the damn so-called "pure-blood nobles"!
Even if it is a stone, it has been pickled for six years, let alone Harry, a smart little wizard.
"Okay, okay." Aunt Petunia was defeated by Harry's "polite" threat, "Your parents are both wizards. They were killed because they offended a powerful dark wizard. That's enough. Right? I don’t know what your parents learned in that weird trick school, that’s all I know!”
"So, you are not a wizard?"
After Harry said these words, he noticed that Aunt Petunia's face turned extremely ugly.
"Thank you, aunt, for informing me. I don't think I need to go to that Stonewall Middle School, do I?"
Harry chuckled and stood up, wagging his fingers to undo the spell on Uncle Vernon. Without looking at the family, he quietly returned to the stair compartment under the fearful eyes of the three people.
Back in the compartment, Harry opened the envelope and only glanced at it before discovering the blind spot.
Albus Dumbledore?
Harry frowned, remembering the headmaster named Phineas Black when he was at Hogwarts.
Could it be that Phineas Black is dead?
Harry, who was originally not too happy about his aunt's family, was suddenly delighted by the good news.
Merlin's puff sleeves...
This is really something worth celebrating!
(End of chapter)