Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 62 The Bad Life

When Harry came back from the station that day, when he knocked on the door, Dudley opened it like a ghost. In the house, he yelled wildly, slammed the door, knocked on the floor, threw things, cried and made a lot of noise, and even his uncle and aunt were jumping around.

Finally Uncle Vernon grabbed his suitcase and locked it in the small, dark locker under the stairs before letting Harry in like a monster.

Afterwards, a lot of rules were made, and Harry was not allowed to mention anything about Hogwarts in front of them, and they even prohibited Harry from mentioning the word magic.

They didn't allow Harry to go out, and they didn't allow Harry to meet friends. Poor Hedwig was locked in a cage as soon as he entered the door. Harry could only sneak it out at night to fly for a while.

But every time it was discovered by the night-owl-like uncle's family, and then there was a flurry of gossip, and then the whole family went into battle to frighten Harry.

God knows, they don't sleep at night? All Harry's luggage was locked in a locker under the stairs, and the only training he could do now was meditation. And he does spend most of his time on it, and I don't know if he spends enough time, or the meditation technique George chose is really suitable for him, or both.

He has already felt the benefits of meditation, at least it has made him very energetic, and he has chosen to let Hedwig go out for a while every day in the middle of the night, so that he will be discovered by his uncle's family every time. Harry even suspected that the whole family was watching him.

Thinking of what happened in the morning, Harry was still a little angry, of course, he was mainly angry with himself, "I would be foolish to think that they will remember my birthday, which is ridiculous."

"George should remember that he's always so orderly. I wonder if Hermione and Ron will remember that they've been playing crazy in the summer and haven't sent me a single letter." Harry stayed in the small room bored. in the attic.

Uncle Vernon was inviting important guests to dinner today, and Harry had to stay in the house and pretend he wasn't there.

They had been talking for two weeks now that the rich builder and his wife were going to dinner tonight at Uncle Vernon's house. They may order a batch of drilling rigs from Uncle Vernon's company. If successful, this huge deal will give Uncle Vernon a lot of money.

They have even made the attribution of this income in advance, and they are planning to buy a villa in Machoca.

Harry had heard the door open downstairs, and he dared not make a sound. Because he knew that if he spoke up, Uncle Vernon's family would have another flurry, and they would definitely blame him for the business failure, which wouldn't do him any good.

"Maybe I should move out." Harry mulled over his head, "The five thousand pounds that George sent is enough for me to use for a while, and if I only leave school during the summer vacation, maybe I can use it. until graduation."

This sudden thought made Harry very moved, and he began to calculate his daily expenses, "I can't eat much at Uncle Vernon's house. According to the calculation of six summer vacations, there is only more than one year at most, five A thousand pounds is enough for me to graduate."

But then, Harry grabbed his hair again and lowered his head, "I'm only twelve years old, and no landlord will rent me a house. When they see me alone, they will immediately call the police and ask Vernon and the others to pick me up. I."

The United Kingdom is a developed modern country. Even in 1992, the protection and care of minors had been very strict. If anyone saw a 12-year-old living alone, someone would call the police right away.

The guardians would get into a lawsuit and Harry would be sent to the orphanage, which he didn't hope for, although the orphanage wasn't any worse than Uncle Vernon's.

It is for this reason that

Uncle Vernon's family has never allowed Harry to interact with other people since he was a child. They hated Harry, but as legal guardians, they didn't have the guts to send Harry to the orphanage, and they had to pretend to take care of Harry.

If they are going to be good citizens, decent people, they must pretend to have noble qualities, and pretend to be happy to take care of the children of dead relatives.

It's a must for a gentleman, a decent family, a family that wants to go up. While they hated Harry, they had to take care of Harry at the same time, and they were even more afraid of being seen through, afraid that they were not a decent person. Afraid of being seen, their vicious hearts have no noble qualities, which makes them hate Harry even more.

Harry listened boredly to the sounds downstairs while fantasizing about what Hermione and Ron were doing. He missed them so much, though they didn't write to him and forgot his birthday. He still wanted to open Hedwig's cage immediately and let him send letters to Ron and Hermione, telling them how much he missed them right now.

It's been a few weeks since the summer break, and there's been no news from Ron and Hermione, Harry feels like he's out of touch with the wizarding world, and he can't even have fun with Dudley.

If it weren't for the fact that there was a letter from George by his side, he sometimes even thought that the Hogwarts experience was just a dream. All his luggage, wands, brooms, spellbooks, all his connections with the wizarding world are now locked in a dark cabinet under the stairs.

It made him uncomfortable and uncomfortable, and he craved the attention of his friends more than ever.

Things aren't as bad now as they were in the previous eleven years, but he's had friendships and happiness. He can no longer live like he used to, accepting all terrible things. He has energy and vitality. He needs to live a normal life, he needs to live happily.

He had seen the light, and he couldn't go back to that cold, dark, maddening cabinet.

Suddenly, Harry almost screamed, and a monster emerged from the bed. An ugly, terrifying little monster with two big bat-like ears and a pair of protruding green eyes that take up two-thirds of its face.

"Ugly." Harry suddenly thought, these are the eyes that peeked at him in the garden in the morning.

"What do you want to do?" The training he had received made Harry react quickly. He quickly stepped back and assumed a defensive posture. Seeing that the monster was not attacking, he grabbed the chair.

The monster jumped out of bed cautiously, bowed humbly, and his slender nose almost touched the carpet. Harry noticed that it was wearing an old pillowcase with a few slits in it.

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