20demayo Chapter 102 Your mother doesn't like locking the door.
Chapter 102 Your mother doesn't like locking the door.
Hermione and Harry, who were still in the British Muggle community, also received letters from the owl.
Vernon Dursley was still somewhat angry and wanted to get rid of it.
Harry saw the owl carrying the package upstairs, along with the markings on its body.
There was no time for my brain to control my body; my legs went their own way, and I rushed down the slope with my upper body in a chaotic mess.
I'll shovel it!
Vernon fell to the ground with a thud, the stick in his hand flying out of his hand.
Harry took the package and carefully thanked the owl, "Thank you. Would you like something to eat?"
The owl looked down at the poor black-haired boy with disdain, the screams and curses of the man and woman behind him giving the bird a headache.
The birds are chattering away, do you think you can have a good time?
I'll nag you! Nag you rats!
Harry opened the package, examining the bracelet while watching the battle between the human and the bird.
The sight of bird feathers scattered all over the ground made him feel a little sorry for them.
"Auntie, Uncle, don't chase after it. You can't catch it. You'll have to pay for the damage to the bird's clothes."
The words "loss money" held the two men firmly in their grasp. The bird looked glossy and shiny; it must have been raised by some wealthy family.
No wonder it has such a bad temper and is so strong in combat.
They comfortably found themselves an excuse for not being able to win.
Then two pairs of eyes, almost consumed by rage, fixed on Harry.
You were so busy dealing with the birds that you didn't even bother to deal with me, huh?
Harry was pushed into a small cubicle again.
……
Magic was injected into the communicator, and it lit up with a ding.
The bracelet displays a virtual screen with two icons on it.
Hermione's name is displayed in a small box in the chat with a red dot in the upper right corner.
Harry calmly opened the chat window.
Hermione: [You got the bracelet?]
Why aren't you replying?
Oh, I forgot you're not as smart as me; you'll probably need to study this for a while.
[15 minutes have passed, and you still haven't figured it out? Idiot!]
Have you seen the news?
Forget it, I don't expect someone with such a well-developed cerebellum like you to get any information.
Harry, blushing slightly but "calmly," replied: "Why don't you lick your lips?"
He missed the girl who was initially just a bit preachy and a little old-fashioned.
Hermione: [From 8:20 when I received the bracelet, 3 minutes later I sent you a message, and now at 9:02, you've replied to my first message, 42 minutes have passed.]
I know a brain hospital; if you don't have money, I can lend you some.
Harry fanned the white smoke from his head, wisely choosing not to check Hermione's messages for the time being.
Otherwise, if it explodes, there will be no one to help him piece the body back together.
I quickly browsed through the news, trying to carefully study every single one of King's posts.
Harry: [Rand is still too authoritative.]
Hermione replied instantly: 【…You came to this conclusion in just half an hour?】
Harry: [Isn't that right?]
Hermione: […Okay, stop sending them. My mom says I can't play with idiots.]
A loud crash came from the stairwell.
Vernon rushed down in a rage and saw the hole in the wooden door and the fist inside the hole.
There was an odd pause.
With a turn, he pushed Penny and Dali, who had followed him down, up.
"It's alright, it's alright, it's just thunder."
"Are you kidding me?"
"Yes, oh no, that's not it..."
Harry pushed open the cubicle door and rushed out.
He was going to buy paper and pen, copy down all of King's articles one by one, and analyze them word by word!
Dudley poked his head out from upstairs and beckoned furtively to Vernon, "Dad, he's gone."
Vernon breathed a sigh of relief.
"Dali, go back inside and play. That freak can't hurt us easily."
Daryl Vernon nodded, then asked him, puzzled, "Can't we lock the door and not let him in?"
Following the direction Dudley was pointing, Vernon shook his head.
"No, son, your mom doesn't like locking the door. We'll listen to her, okay?"
"Fine." Anyway, that weirdo won't be staying long.
Dali went back to his room.
Vernon didn't want to see Harry come back, so he simply went inside and didn't come out.
Harry excitedly bought the paper and pens and returned to that cramped space.
I had promised to copy down the article for analysis, but suddenly I lost interest.
This house is too quiet.
He couldn't help but think about the excitement of Hogwarts.
He wondered if he had lived in the magical world for a long time, would he have crossed paths with that person?
After all, the time right after the mysterious man's downfall was probably when he was at the peak of his fame.
Has that person's injury healed?
How could it heal so easily after losing so much blood that day?
What is he doing now? The bracelet thoughtfully added Hermione as a friend, but why didn't it add his own?
Does it mean you don't like him?
If it were Malfoy... he definitely wouldn't refuse to add more people, right?
Maybe she'll even think the bracelet's color scheme doesn't match that bitch, and then choose to give that bitch a better one?
What color would be even better? Gold and blue? After all, Malfoy had gold hair and blue eyes.
Harry couldn't stop thinking about it.
My finger unconsciously tapped Hermione's chat window.
Harry: [Do you know what Landric has been up to lately?]
Hermione: [?? Go read the latest news article yourself! Don't get involved, you idiot!!]
Harry: ...The image of the melancholy prince has been shattered all of a sudden.
If Hermione hadn't died, Harry would have stabbed her countless times by now.
Someone received the letter, happily clicked on the news, intending to see what their crush was saying.
"Rand went to America?! With Malfoy?"
The sharp explosion made the three people upstairs cover their ears.
I have no idea what's gotten into this little brat.
The three of them unanimously decided to ignore him.