Hogwarts Melon Eater

The silver white car drove over quickly, and a brake stopped in front of the door, and Harry coughed as the dust choked up.

“Harry…” Vernon Dursley, Harry’s uncle opened the car door, with golden hair and a huge body. When he got off the car, the car tires were obviously much easier.

Vernon looked at Harry with a critical look, with some harboring malicious intentions, “What did you do this time?”

“I didn’t,” Harry stood I got up, “I didn’t do anything.”

Dudley and Mrs. Petunia got out of the car, and Dudley ran over like a small bullet, “He lied! He was blown into a tree by the wind today. !”

“Harry!” Vernon Dursley’s eyes widened, he hates these unclear magic things most, “You…”

“I don’t have Uncle Vernon I went to help an Old Lady to cross the road today! I was not blown into the tree by the wind!” Harry brace oneself explained, “I was beaten by her with a crutches…”

“haha haha… “The Dursley family made a huge, unpleasant laugh. “I want to know which Old Lady this is, she did the right thing-this story is very interesting, but Harry…” Vernon suddenly sinked, “You are Lie…”

Dudley showed a look of taking pleasure in other people’s misfortune, “Otherwise, you tell us who the old man is?”

Mrs. Petunia stood by Looking at all this coldly, she didn’t say a word, and it was even more impossible to help Harry speak.

“Yes…” Harry stammered a bit-hurry up Harry, use your imagination! “It’s Mrs. Feige!”

Harry tried his best. The answer was the limit of his imagination.

Mrs. Feige-cat, the smell of cabbage, unpalatable biscuits, these are all the keywords Harry could think of about Mrs. Feige. He didn’t know why he thought of Mrs. Feige. , Maybe because I just hugged Anna’s cat.

Dursley father and son glanced at each other, Dudley smiled happily, Vernon eyebrows raised, motioning Harry to look back.

Harry could only turn his head stiffly, and could see a familiar figure with a hairnet walking towards here.

“Kick! Kick!” she yelled.

“Not equal to me, please ask Mrs. Feige?” Mrs. Petunia interrupted, “Ask if you helped her cross the road today.”

“This is a Good idea,” Vernon nodded, turned his head and bared his teeth to Harry, “If you are lying, you don’t have to come out of the cupboard until the beginning of the winter vacation!”

Harry was very depressed and seemed to be able to pray. Anna will come to save herself.

“Ladies and gentlemen, have you seen an orange and yellow cat?” Mrs. Feige came over.

“No, Mrs. Feige,” Vernon pulled Harry over, “but there is a more important thing here. Did this child help you cross the road today?”

Fei Mrs. Ge looked at Harry carefully. Harry could smell Mrs. Fegg’s cat, and he had no hope.

“Yes,” he heard Mrs. Feige say.

Harry lifts the head incredible and looked at Mrs. Feige, “He helped me cross the road today, and I even beat him-because I simply don’t want to go there.”

Dudley stayed there, and Mrs. Feige had no reason to help Harry. Could it be that everything this afternoon was an illusion?

Mrs. Feige winked at Harry concealedly.

An orange cat came out from Mrs. Petunia’s feet, frightening her, “Oh! Kick!” Mrs. Feige hugged the cat and left.

“hmph!” Vernon hummed like a deflated balloon. “I will let you go this time.” He took the key from his pocket and inserted it into the door lock. “Huh?”

Vernon pulled out the key, “Why can’t it be opened? What’s the matter with this lock?”

Petunia stepped forward, “Let me see?”

Harry looked in the direction Mrs. Figg left, but did not see Mrs. Figg, but found Anna hiding in the grass.

Anna dropped the orange cat hair stuck to her coat, moved towards Harry and waved.

Harry returned an ok gesture very concealedly.