Chapter 3: Euphemistic Retention

Chapter 446: Euphemistic Retention

After the small conflict with Ron in the corridor on the fourth floor, Ginny confided to him what she was thinking at the time.

His aunt and uncle would reject her just as they rejected his father.

At that time, Harry just thought it was nonsense.

Moreover, he was not liked and rejected by the Dursleys.

But, until he returned to this family.

Harry realized that deep in his heart, he also longed for blessings.

Even if there was no blessing, he did not want to be rejected.

So, even when it was June 18, the day when he had to go back to Sirius.

He still said nothing.

They just knew that he had to stay at his godfather's house until school started, just like last year.

Harry changed his clothes mechanically, opened the door, and walked downstairs.

The sizzling sound and the aroma of grease that hit his face made Harry realize that Dudley had gotten up.

These days, Dudley was in charge of breakfast.

If Aunt Petunia hadn't refused, Dudley would have taken care of all the meals.

Harry looked towards the living room, where Uncle Dursley, whose round face had turned into an angular one, was reading the newspaper - the Daily Mail delivered in the morning.

Perhaps because of exercise, his face was no longer slightly purple.

From Uncle Vernon's sudden unnatural movement towards the TV, it could be seen that he heard Harry's footsteps.

He also recognized who the owner of the footsteps was.

Harry couldn't help but wet his eyes. He finally saw Uncle Vernon's dislike for him from this tiny movement.

Uh-huh!

The sound of clearing the throat came from behind Harry.

Harry quickly turned his body aside.

It was Aunt Petunia.

Perhaps it was because of the intimacy from his mother that came from his heart, and even deep in his heart, that he didn't notice Aunt Petunia.

Harry actually guessed that the unconscious change in attitude of Dudley and Aunt Petunia might also be related to the magic of love that Harry had truly mastered.

As for Uncle Vernon, who was actually not related to Harry by blood? Ben

He listened to his wife and loved his son unconditionally, so it was understandable that he changed himself for them.

Under Uncle Vernon's disregard and Aunt Petunia's stiff smile, Harry stepped over Aunt Petunia's favorite Persian carpet and sat on the sofa on the left.

But Harry thought of one thing, that is, after developing the habit of fitness, Uncle Vernon, who did not eat in the morning, was half a beat slower than usual in reaction.

Half Uncle Vernon plus Aunt Petunia was much easier to deal with than one Uncle Vernon plus Aunt Petunia.

Dudley was here too.

This might be a good opportunity - to tell them that he was engaged.

Sirius would come to pick him up before lunch today.

Even if Aunt Petunia's reaction was fierce, he would be gone in a while.

So, in the silence of the three, Harry put his hands together and racked his brains to prepare his speech, "I'm going to get engaged to Ginny, you know, the daughter of Mr. Weasley with red hair."

"No, shouldn't I introduce Ginny first?"

"And." Harry cleared his throat and prepared to speak.

However, Dudley came in waving his wand, with plates of fried eggs, bacon, and sandwiches revolving around him like the earth revolving around the sun.

"My dear Dudley!"

"You must be tired." Aunt Petunia's eyes were filled with tears, and she didn't know where to put her hands.

"Yes, very manly!"

"The man of the Dursley family!"

"I heard that you joined Quidditch, right, and you are the ace of the team!"

"Gold really shines everywhere!" Uncle Vernon looked Dudley up and down.

He found masculinity in Dudley, who looked like a good wife and mother.

You know, Uncle Vernon always believed that housework and cooking should be done by women.

So even if he listened to Aunt Petunia, he never helped in this regard.

"Well, hello Harry." Dudley waved his wand again, and the plate slowly fell on the chestnut table in front of the sofa.

And greeted Harry.

"Boy, do you know what Quidditch is?"

"Haha."

"Just like football, it is a sport that only good enough students can join."

"Do you want Dudley to teach you." Uncle Vernon raised his eyebrows and smiled at Harry.

"Dad, Harry is the captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, and they are also the winners of the Quidditch Cup." Dudley approached Uncle Vernon and whispered.

Uncle Vernon coughed and ate the fried eggs on the plate in front of him.

He ate very attentively, as if he had never eaten such delicious food.

"Our Dudley is too popular in school, and his classmates even used their connections to open the Floo network for our family." Aunt Petunia pointed to the place that should have been sealed, where there should be a fake electric stove burning coal.

But now there is a hole there, and the black ash shows that it was actually used when the weather was still cold.

It is really unbelievable that Aunt Petunia, who has a mysophobia, would install a fireplace in front of her precious Persian carpet.

When Harry was amazed.

Aunt Petunia, who misunderstood Harry's expression, proudly showed her long horse teeth.

Obviously, she thought that this made Dudley win a game in front of Harry.

Harry could also guess that while he was at home, Uncle Vernon and the others would probably never mention a word about Quidditch again.

Harry finally understood why Dudley looked so disgusted and disgusted before.

He should have thought of this a long time ago.

Faced with almost flattering compliments and parents who never pointed out Dudley's shortcomings, it was understandable that Dudley was originally so annoying.

"Don't you know who will come to our house after you leave?"

"Cedric Diggory, Dalique - well, Cedric's ancestor was the Minister of Magic, a more powerful Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, and a Queen-like existence." Faced with Harry's silence , Aunt Petunia continued to say happily.

Dudley looked at Harry from the sofa opposite and looked apologetically.

Therefore, Harry decided not to mention that his friend Draco's family once controlled a minister of magic, and Ron's father was the minister of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, the real power department of the Ministry of Magic.

While Uncle Vernon grew more proud, Aunt Petunia continued to ramble on about the influential classmates Dudley knew.

They'd also come here during the summer (via the Floo network).

Just when Harry was about to forget what he was going to say in the first place.

He suddenly remembered Ginny's analysis of Aunt Petunia.

Only then did he realize that Aunt Petunia didn't show much pride in her eyes when she spoke.

Instead, she kept observing Harry.

And Harry finally understood the true meaning of those words - there will be many Hogwarts students coming to our house, do you want to stay?