Chapter 9 Pig in a Wig
Considering that the Dursley's house was not very far away, Harry and Hagrid chose the nine-sikko set menu and did not ask for a cup of hot cocoa or a towel or toothbrush.
The Knight Bus is very fast, much faster than any other means of transportation for Muggles, and all obstacles in its direction will be avoided on both sides. It is very safe and very magical.
Within twenty minutes, Harry arrived at the door of the Dursley's house.
"I won't send you in." Hagrid said, "After all, I have to go back and resurrect Dumbledore."
"Okay, Hagrid." Harry held the cage with Hedwig in one hand, "Have a safe journey, and I'll see you at Hogwarts."
"See you at Hogwarts." Hagrid smiled and waved to Harry.
In the blink of an eye, the Knight Bus disappeared from Harry's sight.
It's still bright at this time, and London is at a higher latitude. It doesn't get completely dark until nearly 7:30 in July.
The Dursleys didn't sleep either. After all, such a big thing happened during the day. Petunia and Vernon had been discussing what to do since Harry left. Even Dudley walked in front of them in his Smelting uniform. He walked back and forth to get attention and ignored it.
Dudley, who was bored, was sitting at the door. Seeing Harry suddenly appear, his fat face immediately turned evil.
Whenever he was in a bad mood before, he would take it out on Harry and bully him severely.
Now that the punching bag was back, Dudley felt it necessary to give him a proper greeting.
He seemed to have completely forgotten what happened today.
"Hi, Dudley." Harry saw Dudley coming up with malicious intent, but he didn't care and said to him: "Please help me move these luggage into the house."
"Oh? Really?" Dudley said eagerly: "What if I say no?"
"You will." Harry said firmly, pointing at Dudley's butt: "If you want that pig tail to disappear - by the way, has anyone ever said that you look like a pig? A pig with a wig on its head?”
After finishing speaking, Harry remembered that this adjective was still the nickname he gave Dudley before the Victorian era.
Because he... is so similar.
Dudley reached back and touched it, and was shocked to realize that at some point, a pig's tail had grown on his butt.
"Harry Potter!" Dudley's face turned purple, just like his father Vernon.
Feeling humiliated, he opened his arms and rushed towards Harry.
Harry took out the wand from his arms and cast a small curse on him.
"You...what did you do to me?" Dudley yelled in horror, and his body began to dance involuntarily.
He wanted to stop, but couldn't.
"The tarantella, a little spell." Harry admired Dudley's dance and put his arm on Hedwig's cage. "Hedwig, if you haven't seen a pig dancing, then now You are lucky.”
"Cuckoo, eh~" Hedwig called twice in reply.
"Please make me stop!" Dudley shouted in panic, "Dad, Mom! Help me! Help!"
His yelling worked as expected. The Dursleys, who were still discussing countermeasures, heard their baby son's cry for help and stopped talking and ran out of the house one after another.
"Baby Dada!" Aunt Petunia exclaimed, running forward and hugging Dudley.
However, her thin body could not hold Dudley down at all, and he was still dancing on his own.
Uncle Vernon rushed in front of Harry, his face flushed, and he glared at Harry angrily.
"What did you do to me, my son?!"
"Let him lose weight." Harry spread his hands and said nonchalantly.
Uncle Vernon's little eyes narrowed, and then he pointed at Harry and started to curse.
When Harry was thinking about giving him a spell, he saw him suddenly look around, and then showed a look of relief. Could it be that he was checking to see if Hagrid was there? Harry was thinking.
However, he thought wrong. Uncle Vernon suddenly said: "You, stop your tricks immediately! Go back with me!"
"What about my luggage?" Harry pointed to the large and small packages beside him.
"I'll move it in for you!" Uncle Vernon said angrily.
"Thank you, Uncle Vernon." Harry gave Vernon a gentleman's salute and wagged his finger at Dudley. Dudley stopped and the pig's tail disappeared.
Uncle Vernon had an expression on his face as if he had eaten a pound of flies. He glared at Harry fiercely and picked up the largest and heaviest item among Harry's luggage, as if he was avoiding some plague, without looking back. He trotted towards the house.
Seeing that Dudley was about to follow him in, Harry said: "Dudley, please help me bring this package in."
The package was not large, but Harry was happy to put Dudley to work.
Dudley sobbed and reluctantly walked over and took the package from Harry's hand.
After entering the house, Harry was about to go to the stair compartment as a habit, but unexpectedly Uncle Vernon suddenly said: "Your room is upstairs - I mean, your aunt and I took into account that you have already When you grow up, living in a cubicle is no longer appropriate. From now on, Dudley’s other bedroom will be yours.”
"Why?" Harry raised his eyebrows.
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"Don't ask why!" Uncle Vernon yelled angrily.
Harry remembered that bedroom, God knew how much he had wanted to live in it. It was said to be Dudley's bedroom, but it was actually a spare room filled with things Dudley didn't want.
After hearing this decision, Dudley seemed to have been struck by a bolt from the blue.
He started crying loudly: "No, that's my room! I don't want him to move in! Dad! Mom! Let him move out! Don't come into my room!"
"Do you still want to keep dancing! Dada!" Aunt Petunia's voice was low and stern.
This was the first time Harry had heard Aunt Petunia speak to Dudley in such a stern tone.
"Listen, kid." Uncle Vernon stretched out his hand, grabbed Harry's collar, and warned in a bad tone: "I don't care what tricks you have learned, and I don't ask you to treat me and your aunt for raising him for so many years. No thanks, I just hope that when you play your tricks, you don’t let the neighbors find out that there is a freak in our house, do you understand?”
Harry understood that this was what Uncle Vernon was afraid of.
Neighbors knew there was a freak in the house——
"One thousand pounds." Harry didn't mind being grabbed by the collar. Minors wouldn't be allowed to use magic outside of school anyway, so it was fine anyway.
Uncle Vernon took a deep breath.
"Five hundred!"
"Deal." Harry held out his hand.
Uncle Vernon let go of Harry's collar, looked at Harry deeply, reached out and held his hand, which was considered a deal.
"I hope you keep your word," he said.
Dudley on the side saw this and followed suit: "No, if you want me to move out of the room, I also need a thousand pounds!"
Uncle Vernon suddenly felt a little tired and said to Dudley: "Five hundred pounds."
Dudley looked at Harry.
"Have another half," Harry said.
Dudley nodded and said to Vernon: "Two hundred and five."
"Deal!" Uncle Vernon was afraid that he would be too slow to agree.
Harry held his forehead and sighed.
(End of chapter)