'Hey! '
'Bang~'
The briefly charged slap almost knocked Harry's soul away.
Dudley kept his strength, but this guy was just like that horse or something. A slap on the iron bucket would make a big dent, and even an adult would roll his eyes and faint if slapped on the face.
"Ouch~Ouch~oh~it hurts!"
Harry's toes twitched as he rubbed his back against the sofa. He was so unprepared that he burst into tears.
"Die, Dudley! Why did you hit me suddenly!"
Harry, who was grinning, wiped the painful tears from the corners of his eyes and glared at the instigator.
"Didn't I see that you suddenly became stupid? This slap can drive away evil spirits. What kind of devil is Satan? One slap will..."
"Go, go, go..." He kicked Dudley aside, and Harry rolled his eyes angrily, "You're stupid, you're possessed by something dirty, what I did last night I also dreamed of God’s big sister wearing a bikini ogling me and inviting me to go to heaven to be happy.”
"Oh? Are those legs long?"
"Long, more than two meters long."
"Tch, that's all. I've dreamed of something over three meters tall."
The bickering two sat together again, and Harry picked up the letter.
"Hogwarts School of Magical Warfare?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Aunt Petunia, who had just popped her head out of the kitchen because she heard a noise, dropped the plate she was holding on the floor and broke into a pile of pieces.
"What did you say?!"
Harry had never seen Aunt Petunia so nervous. She almost rushed over, snatched the envelope from Harry's hand, looked at it seriously, looked at it nervously...
Suddenly, her body softened and she fell down. Harry and Dudley quickly stretched out their hands to help her onto the sofa. Uncle Vernon also dropped his coffee and newspaper and hurriedly squeezed over.
"What's wrong Petunia?" Uncle Vernon asked concerned.
"Harry...he...Vernon..."
Aunt Petunia suddenly collapsed and hugged Uncle Vernon. Tears spread on Uncle Vernon's shirt. Her sobs became louder and louder, and she could not utter a complete sentence.
"What's wrong, Mom?"
Dudley held his mother's hand nervously and asked worriedly, "What's wrong with you? Or what's wrong with Harry?"
"Isn't this just a prank letter?"
Dudley grabbed the letter and planned to tear it into pieces and throw it into the fireplace to burn.
"They are coming..."
Dudley's arm was grabbed by Petunia, and she slowly raised her head and looked at Harry with red and swollen eyes.
"They're coming for you, Harry...this day...this day..."
The raging tears blocked her mouth, causing her to tremble and open her mouth, but she couldn't spit out a word.
"Don't cry, don't cry, aunt, don't cry."
Harry stepped forward and hugged his aunt, patting her back gently.
"Speak slowly, don't worry, I'm here."
After comforting her for a long time, Aunt Petunia slowly stopped crying. She wiped away her tears and took a deep breath to calm her mood.
"Do you know why your uncle and I adopted you, Harry?"
She spoke in a husky voice.
"Because my parents are dead."
"Yeah, my sister and my brother-in-law are dead."
Aunt Petunia's absent-minded eyes looked at Harry, but it didn't seem like she was looking at him, but at some illusory shadow.
"Lily...my sister..."
"She also received this letter..."
"Then...after she graduated...she died...leaving you as a one-year-old."
"Some people outside say that your parents were gangsters and they died in a gang fight. Those are stupid things. I'm glad you didn't believe those stupid things, but I can't explain it to them. Even to you, I don't want to talk about it. The thing is... I don’t dare.”
"But the day has come after all... They are looking for you..."
Aunt Petunia grabbed Harry's hand, the grief in her eyes clear.
"Then they...then my parents..." Harry was silent for a moment, "How did they die?"
"Voldemort."
"Who?!" Harry frowned.
"An evil dark wizard, a terrorist, a terrible person, who killed your parents."
Penny spoke softly in a husky voice.
"Ten years ago, a man named Dumbledore sent you to our home. He told me the cause of your parents' death, which is what I said. He said, I am your only blood relative in the world, my sister. I used magic to protect you before I died, and by my side, this power to protect you will always exist until you become an adult, until you are seventeen years old."
"Don't you become an adult only when you are eighteen?" Dudley asked doubtfully.
"That's their adult time there." Petunia shook her head, "They are wizards, people different from us."
"It's a dangerous world, Harry..."
"My sister died there. She died there to protect more people. She is my proud sister. How outstanding she is...right Vernon?"
Aunt Petunia looked at her husband.
"Yes, she also repaired my watch. The one you gave me, I fell down and broke the dial."
Uncle Vernon glanced in the direction of the bedroom. He had already put away the watch because he had almost doubled his weight over the years and could no longer wear it.
"James is not bad, but he is a bit reckless. He is probably too young and frizzy, haha!"
As if he remembered something interesting, Uncle Vernon let out a short burst of laughter, but there was also a trace of sadness in his eyes.
"Your parents are very good people, excellent people, but because of this, they bravely stood up and fought against those bad guys..."
"I don't know how to describe that kind of thing...magic..." Aunt Petunia shrank, "The world of magic is very dangerous, very dangerous."
"Wouldn't it be better if Harry didn't go?" Dudley put his arm around Harry's shoulders and patted his chest, "We have agreed to take the Royal Military Academy exam together!"
"But I have to go, right, Aunt?"
Harry took Aunt Petunia's hand gently and looked into her eyes.
"Yes, now that they are here, Harry must go."
"Why, Mom!"
"Because this is the way to protect Harry. Only magic can fight against magic. This is what Lily told me back then. Some people have to do some things. It was her then, but now..."
"Dong dong dong~"
A knock on the door interrupted Aunt Petunia's words. Harry glanced at the wall clock in the living room. It was now exactly eight o'clock in the morning.
The person who came to visit Hogwarts in the letter had already arrived at the door.
"I'll open the door!"
Dudley, who still had a hint of stubbornness on his face, strode out. He opened the door and seemed to intend to scold and drive away the visitor.
But he froze, staring blankly at the door, exactly like Harry before.
"This is the Dursley's house, right? No. 4 Privet Drive."
A rough voice sounded from outside the door, rumbling.
