Harry felt that he was really unlucky.
That day, he walked in the block without provoking anyone. He was carrying a bag of household garbage in his hand and was about to throw it into the recycling bin. When he passed by a row of wooden fences, a man dressed in black suddenly emerged from the corner and grabbed him without saying a word. Before Harry could recover, he saw a sallow face in front of him.
"You're Harry Potter …" The dark and yellow man squeezed out a voice from his throat. Harry instantly felt a chill run down his spine, and at the same time, his limbs went limp.
The man's face seemed to be getting worse. On the one hand, Harry did not hesitate to bite his arm. On the other hand, the garbage bag in Harry's hand fell and piled up on the man's shoes.
While the man was in a daze, Harry pushed him away, turned around, and ran away.
After running around the street, Harry was sure that the man was not following him. He slowed down and walked slowly towards Dursley's house.
On a mysterious night ten years ago, Harry, who was still a baby, was placed on the doorstep of No. 4 Privet Drive. According to the note left with him, he should be the daughter of the head of the house — Penny's sister, Lily. So Harry was adopted.
Aunt Penny, who was trimming the flowerbed, saw Harry strolling back from afar. Her tall and thin cheekbones moved and she shouted, "Brat, don't dawdle. Comb your unnatural hair and fry the bacon. “
Aunt Penny, I mean … I'll fry the bacon. As for my hair, I don't think Justice can do anything about it. "Harry walked slowly to the kitchen.
"… Fry the bacon." Aunt Penny ordered coldly.
Harry quickly prepared breakfast for four people. Well, in theory, it was for five people. After all, Dudley's appetite was unnaturally strong.
Harry's cooking was good, so everyone ate happily. Uncle Fenon was in a good mood and told a joke, but only Aunt Penny laughed. Dudley was still fiercely eating his fried eggs. Aunt Penny looked at Harry.
Harry: Clack, clack, clack.
Yes, it was a perfect morning, except for the man in black who appeared out of nowhere.
Based on his past experience, Harry did not intend to tell anyone in the Dursley Family. For as long as he could remember, he often encountered all kinds of strange people and things. They either excitedly shook hands with him or nervously hugged him. When Harry curiously told Aunt Penny about these things, what he got was hysterical screams and three days of cupboard confinement.
Harry, therefore, had no intention of telling any of the Durrys about it. He ate his breakfast slowly, answering his uncle's nonsense, and glancing in the direction of the large kitchen basin in which what seemed to be a dishcloth was soaking.
Aunt Petunia thought it was a perfect morning until she heard a knock on the door that sounded like someone knocking on the grave.
Fenon muttered, "Who would come to us at this time?"
Penny got up to open the door and said, "Maybe it's the postman. I think Aunt Margie said she would write to us."
Harry forked the last piece of bacon on the plate and stuffed it into his mouth. His eyes curiously followed Aunt Penny's figure.
She opened the door.
A dark shadow cast in.
Snape blocked the door of Dursley's house like a mummy and said impatiently, "I'm looking for Harry Potter. If there's such a brat in your house."
Aunt Penny's expression looked as if she had swallowed Dudley's smelly sock. She froze for a moment and then shrieked, "Who are you? What do you want? "
Snape replied in annoyance, "I have already made it very clear what I want to do, if your ears are still functioning properly." Glancing at the tall and thin woman in front of him, he frowned and added, "Penny Evans."
Then, using his height advantage, he looked into the house through Penny and saw three people at the dining table looking at the door. A fat man, a fat troll, and a little boy with a strange expression.
Snape raised an eyebrow and sneered. Looking at the messy hair, he was indeed — Potter's son.
Penny, who came back to her senses, looked at Snape and exclaimed, "You're Snape! God, I remember you. What are you doing here? "
Snape pushed Penny away. "I'm here to take Harry Potter away, if you have to double-check."
Snape and his black robe came to the dining table aggressively. Fenon and Dudley both exclaimed. Snape ignored them and went straight to Harry, reaching out to take off his glasses.
A face that resembled James Potter's, and a pair of ordinary brown eyes. These eyes were obviously highly myopic, and could only stare blankly into the air after losing the lenses.
Harry could barely see a cloud of black fog. Then, Snape rudely shoved the glasses into his hands and turned to Aunt Penny. "I think the letter from the Hogwarts has already been delivered here."
Aunt Penny was hysterical. "Owls! Hogwarts! That's right, all these messy things! You monsters, what do you want to do? I knew it … I knew it long ago! You're a monster, just like Lily! "
Snape took out his wand and pointed at Penny. Penny was instantly silenced and could only gasp.
Snape turned to Fenon. "Dursley, perhaps you can maintain your sanity and have a conversation?"
Of course not. Poor Fenon's uncle's face turned red and looked like he was about to fall off his chair. He roared, "Psycho, who are you?"
The black fog around Snape was almost tangible.
Harry stood up and looked at Snape, the man in black, and said slowly, "I think … Sir, are you the professor who came to receive me?"
Snape turned stiffly and looked at a point above Harry's head. "Sounds like you know something."
Harry rubbed his nose. "That letter, that letter looked like a prank, so I threw it away … But when I read the contents of the letter, it looked too strange …"
Snape coldly interrupted Harry's stammering. "So you know, I'm the professor who came to receive you."
Penny cursed, "Bastard, you can't take him away — you conjuring monsters."
Harry looked up and stared at Snape with his brown eyes. "So you're wizards, right?"
Snape avoided Harry's gaze unbearably. "Yes, if you need to know more, Dumbledore, your benevolent headmaster, will explain it to you."
Harry tilted his head. Dumbledore?
Penny wanted to come over in exasperation, but was stopped by Snape's cold gaze. As for Fenon and Dudley, they were huddled together, looking at what was happening in horror, but they obviously could not understand.
After a long time.
Harry reached out a hand, Snape grabbed his wrist in disgust and dragged him out of Dursley's house.
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