Aunt Maggie dancing

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"Who's at the door? This brat's teacher? Let him in!" Maggie's gruff voice came from the house.

Sitting at the dining table, she vaguely heard Harry say something like "Professor" and thought it was Harry's school teacher visiting.

When things got to this point, Petunia had to invite Ethan into her home with a pale face.

The first time he saw Ethan, Vernon felt that Ethan was on the "magic" side, which made him a little restless.

He usually hates anything related to magic; anyone, not to mention his sister, is still around today.

Maggie frowned and looked at Ethan. "You're the St. Bruce Juvenile Delinquent School's teacher?"

Maggie put down her knife and fork and asked rudely; she rarely said the school's name correctly.

Harry felt a little suffocated. As far as he knew, no one had ever dared to speak to Professor Ethan in such a tone, not even Dumbledore.

Maggie's fat old dog also barked at Ethan. Ethan glanced at him, and the old dog whimpered and got under the sofa.

Ethan noticed that both Petunia and Vernon were looking at him pleadingly as if begging Ethan to cooperate and seemed to be begging Ethan not to have an attack on the spot.

Ethan felt Harry tugging at his sleeve, and Harry hoped Ethan could hide it; after all, it was about whether he could go to Hogsmeade.

"Yes, I'm a teacher at that school." Ethan chose to play with Harry.

"Great!" Maggie exclaimed, slapping the table.

"You're here to take this brat back to school to clean him up! You shouldn't give too much freedom to a brat like him!"

Maggie spoke loudly to Ethan, the food splattering from her mouth.

"Maggie, let's see my new flowers in the garden!" Vernon interrupted palely.

"Harry, hurry, follow your teacher!"

"Wait--slow--" Maggie stopped Vernon with a wave.

"You!" Maggie pointed at Ethan with her stubby fingers.

"Bring a cane with you; just clean up this little brat here! He just dared to yell at me!" Maggie patted the table and ordered Ethan.

Harry sucked in a breath of cold air, he could feel that this matter might not end well today, and at the same time, he had some vague expectations in his heart.

"Maggie, come and go to the garden with me!" Vernon pleaded, already feeling Ethan's wrath.

"Don't be in such a hurry." Maggie pushed Vernon's hand away.

"I was just about to watch a good show."

"Hurry up, sir! Don't you understand English?" Maggie urged Ethan rudely.

"We allowed it—" Ethan said softly.

"Allow what? Speak louder!" Maggie asked Ethan loudly, scratching her ears.

"We allow students to yell at the sows," Ethan said loudly and clearly.

Maggie's expression quickly changed from doubt to surprise to anger, and her face turned red.

"How dare you say that! I'm going to file a complaint against you! What's your name!" Maggie's fat body suddenly stood up, pointing at Ethan and roaring.

Harry couldn't help laughing; he felt Ethan was too much fun.

Vernon whimpered and covered his face; the thing he was most afraid of still happened; the expression on Petunia's face was extraordinary, a look that he wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh.

"Maggie! Don't be so mad! That's not the way to be a guest!" Ethan said with a smile.

"How about a dance for everyone? The atmosphere is a little too serious now!" Ethan raised his hand to draw, and a seal quickly appeared.

Maggie's eyes lit up, and then she started dancing uncontrollably.

Maggie stood up, her chubby body spinning in circles, and she danced the classic Swan Lake ballet.

Harry finally couldn't hide his laughter, and Petunia covered her mouth and kept shaking. She could tell she was trying her best to hold back her laughter.

Vernon was running out of time to talk to Harry, so he yelled and tried to keep his sister from doing that funny dance.

But Maggie's strength was considerable; she tripped Vernon with a comical dance, and the two men's struggle broke the tableware and even overturned the table.

The living room was a complete mess. Petunia went to help her husband, and Maggie was still dancing in Swan Lake.

Harry let go of himself completely, clutching his stomach and laughing hysterically. He felt that his grievances this summer had finally disappeared without a trace.

Petunia laboriously helped her husband onto the sofa. She wisely didn't go to compete with Maggie, who was dancing and began to beg Ethan instead.

"Mr. Ethan, Maggie doesn't know about magic."

After that, she kept gesturing to Harry with her eyes.

Seeing Petunia's eyes, Harry thought he might live here and finally began to persuade Ethan.

"Okay, okay," Ethan said, thinking about Harry's future too.

Ethan waved, and Maggie finally stopped dancing.

"What did you do?" screamed Maggie, who was freed.

"You used evil witchcraft! I'm going to call the police! I'm going to call the police!"

"Maggie, please stop talking!" Petunia begged.

"You just can't learn to be quiet and polite. right?" Ethan sighed.

Maggie realized something.

"Mr. Ethan! No!"

It's a pity she said it too late, and Maggie's eyes flashed again.

"Maybe the right amount of exercise can adjust your mood," Ethan murmured.

After speaking, I looked at Maggie's body like a ball and said, "Why don't I help you lose some weight."

"Run back to your house from here, Maggie; get some exercise," Ethan said lightly.

As soon as Ethan finished speaking, Maggie ran out screaming.

Seeing Maggie's figure running away, Petunia sat on the sofa helplessly.

"What have you done?" Vernon said weakly, leaning back on the sofa.

Looking at the messy living room of Vernon's house, the overturned table, the broken dishes, and the food scattered all over the floor, Ethan also felt a little inappropriate.

"Sorry, Mr. Vernon, it was my fault." Ethan apologized to Vernon.

"I can compensate you for your losses today," Ethan said.

"Indemnity? Just you? Would you happen to know how much these plates are worth? Those are art--" In Vernon's mind, wizards were a bunch of grotesque destitute.

But his following words were interrupted as if by a chokehold as Ethan shoved a gold bar into his hand.

"I think this is enough to compensate for your losses," Ethan said sincerely.

Vernon stared blankly at the yellow-gold bar in his hand. He had not turned the corner from the destruction of his home to the inexplicable progress of obtaining a gold bar.

"I think that's enough," Vernon said, swallowing.