Harry's house

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Harry's summer vacation has been highly annoying; it could even be called tormenting.

The Dursleys kept him away from anything related to magic, and everything he brought back from Hogwarts, spellbooks, wands, cauldrons, and broomsticks, was locked up by Uncle Vernon.

This made his vacation incredibly dull, and the only thing that added to his painful and tedious summer vacation was a few phone calls with his friends Ron and Hermione while the Dursleys were out.

It's a pity that Uncle Vernon still found clues in the high phone bill, and he criticized and punished him by washing piles of dirty clothes.

But none of these physical tortures bothered Harry the most. What bothered Harry the most was that he couldn't finish his piles of summer homework.

He could only do whatever he could to finish his dissertation and other assignments, evading Uncle Vernon's watch.

With no access to spell books, Harry's homework progress was plodding. He could only scour his brain, trying to retrieve a few words of the knowledge he had learned from his memory.

When Vernon was out, going to work, going to the bathroom with all his might on his long, horribly extended essay.

The essay title is "The Practice of Burning Witches in the Fourteenth Century Was Completely Pointless—Discussion Paper."

Harry didn't believe he could finish his homework.

But she felt happy for the first time today, Harry's birthday. In the afternoon, the owl brought him gifts from his friends.

Ron gave him a pocket-looking glass. Suppose there are untrustworthy people around. It will glow and spin.

Hermione gave him a broom repair kit.

And Hagrid gave him a terrifying book - The Monster Book of Monsters.

When he woke up early the following day, Harry went downstairs for breakfast and found a large cake on the table.

Harry couldn't believe his eyes; the Dursleys had completely ignored all his past birthdays, and he had no reason to expect them to remember his birthday this year.

But a big cake with colorful ribbons was placed on the dining table.

Harry knew very well that the Dursleys hated him. He couldn't figure out what medicine they were selling in their gourds now, and he would never believe the Dursleys would buy him a cake for his birthday.

The only explanation for this is some conspiracy brewing in the Dursleys.

Vernon's voice soon shattered his doubts, "What are you doing standing here? Put the cake in the freezer; your aunt Maggie's coming tonight! See how she'll care for you if the cake goes bad!" "

Harry sighed in relief, and everything was explained now; no conspiracy was brewing.

But soon, Harry became worried. He didn't like Aunt Maggie very much. Aunt Maggie was the woman he hated the most, no one.

In Harry's ranking, Maggie is the most hated woman, and Snape is the most hated man.

Aunt Maggie was Vernon's sister. Although she was not Harry's blood relative, the Dursleys kept making Harry call her Aunt.

Maggie was a crueler woman than Aunt Petunia.

Maggie lived in the country and didn't come to Privet Drive very often, but every time she came, it left a terrible psychological shadow on Harry.

At Dudley's fifth birthday party, Aunt Maggie beat Harry in the calf with a cane to keep him from overtaking Dudley at the music game.

Years later, she came over at Christmas, giving Dudley a robot with a computer and a box of dog biscuits for Harry.

On her last visit, Harry inadvertently stepped on the paw of her beloved dog, who kept Harry in the garden and drove him up a tree. Maggie agreed after midnight to call the dog back to the house.

The Dursleys still laugh when they talk about it.

Sure enough, Maggie's arrival this time was no different from the other times.

As soon as she sat at the dinner table, Maggie began to mock Harry's school.

She searched for the scraper who mocked Harry's height, Harry's studies, and everything about Harry.

Harry gritted his teeth and endured Maggie's taunts because Vernon had promised to sign Harry's form to go to Hogsmeade as long as he didn't get into trouble.

This patience lasted until Maggie started taunting Harry's parents.

"A worthless, lazy beggar," Maggie recklessly commented on Harry's parents, which made Harry unable to bear it any longer.

He was going to give the fat woman a hard time. "Shut up!" Harry roared, shaking all over.

He had never been so angry in his life.

Maggie looked at Harry in surprise, as if she couldn't believe he dared to refute her words.

Vernon and Petunia, on the other hand, turned pale; they knew how dangerous an angry wizard was.

There was a sudden knock at the door, attracting everyone's attention.

"I'm going to open the door!" Petunia said quickly, escaping the considerable powder keg.

Petunia opened the door and found a well-dressed, odd young man standing outside. He was strange because he wore sunglasses even at night.

"Excuse me, who are you?" Petunia asked suspiciously; she had never seen this person before.

"Is this Vernon Dursley's address at Four Privet Drive?" the young man asked her politely, holding a note in his hand.

"Yes, I'm his wife." Petunia subconsciously tucked her hair, even though her hair was already elegant.

"Are you here for my husband? He happens to be at home," Petunia said to the young man.

"No, no, no, you misunderstood." The young man waved his hand hastily.

"I'm here to find Harry Potter. I'm a professor at Hogwarts; my name is Ethan." Ethan politely introduced himself to Petunia.

Her mouth widened in horror, and the Dursleys have always resisted contact with the wizarding world.

Unexpectedly, someone from the magical world comes to Harry at this critical time today.

"Harry isn't at home. He's gone to a friend's house." Petunia managed to organize the language, trying to prevent Ethan from entering her house.

"Professor Ethan!" Harry exclaimed suddenly from behind Petunia.

"Professor Ethan! Why are you here!" Harry squeezed past Petunia and came to Ethan.

"Hello, Harry." Ethan smiled at Harry, "I'm here to find you. Something came up."

"Come in, Professor Ethan," Harry said in surprise, and then he saw his aunt's ugly face.

Only then did he realize that he was not the owner of this house and that he had no right to invite Ethan to come in.

Suddenly, Harry blushed. He thought Professor Ethan came from a long way, and he couldn't even let him enter the door, which made him feel a little ashamed.