Chapter 610 Nightmare

Harry was a little annoyed.

He has had a lot of nightmares lately, and he always sees some pictures that make him quite uncomfortable.

Some seemingly transparent monsters—probably some kind of magical creatures—were sucked by him, and in the end they were devoured with not even the dregs left.

It should be...eating, right?

Harry was a little unsure, because every time the creatures disappeared, he felt a sense of satisfaction.

There was a voice in his heart telling him that this was wrong and that he should not cause those poor creatures to die tragically just to satisfy his own appetite.

Yes, a tragic death.

He could clearly see the death of those animals, and the despair in his eyes showed that he knew he could not escape.

Unfortunately, in the dream, he couldn't stop himself from doing those things. The desire and resistance from his soul made him tangled every day. He was confused and didn't know what to do, and he didn't dare to tell others. .

Would it be considered perverted to torture and kill small animals in a dream?

Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Robert and the twins all left the country and went to Switzerland to participate in a school trip organized by the Mysterious Side of the World. They were a little worried about disturbing them, so Harry rarely used it. Hedwig sends them letters.

On the other hand, Mrs. Weasley, who stayed alone in the Burrow, became pen pals with him. She often told Harry about her school days.

From James to Lily, from Sirius to Lupin.

Occasionally we talk about Snape.

"That guy has always had that temper, but Dumbledore trusts him, so we all trust him too." Mrs. Weasley said, and then moved the topic to other places.

"We have never had a school trip at that time. I really envy you." She wrote, "If I were twenty years younger, I might be able to travel abroad for free like you! I will definitely get to know a lot of faces by then. Handsome wizard!"

Harry laughed out loud when he read the letter. He mourned for Mr. Weasley, and at the same time couldn't help but think about how Robert and the others were spending their holiday.

"It must be fun, but they definitely can't feel my happiness." Harry couldn't help but laugh when he thought of the Dursleys' situation.

He had a fulfilling summer vacation, and the reason came from Dudley's final report card.

This product is overly nutritious.

Although the nurse has tried her best to express her meaning in euphemistic language, the full body report all illustrates one fact.

You need to lose weight!

When Harry came downstairs, the Dursleys were sitting at the dining table. The air pressure in the dining room was horribly low. Aunt Petunia pouted, holding a kitchen knife in her hand, peeling open a grapefruit, and then cut it into pieces. Divided into four parts.

The biggest part went to Dudley, who was glaring at her with a sullen face, and the smallest part undoubtedly went to Harry.

This made Dudley smile contemptuously. He picked up the grapefruit on his plate, shook it in front of Harry, opened his mouth widely, and threw it away.

Harry rolled his eyes inwardly, do you think I care about these foods? wrong! Just to show you that wizards are not some weirdo who can live without food!

Because he knew that his uncle's family didn't like him and often withheld food from him, Harry asked his friends for advice before leaving school.

Now, his three meals a day are delivered by house elves and belong to Robert's family.

He didn't know where he found so many house elves. It felt like they were different every time.

Harry weakly stuffed the grapefruit into his mouth, preparing to go up and eat breakfast later.

What is it today?

Cooking beans? Fried tomatoes?

Just then, the doorbell rang.

As if to say "I'd rather stand up and move than touch that damn grapefruit", Uncle Vernon sighed, dropped the spoon in his hand, stood up and opened the door.

Dudley seemed to want to share some of the pain for his father, so he stretched out his sinful right hand, and then.

Snapped--

This was the sound made by Aunt Petunia slapping the back of his hand. Dudley turned around angrily, only to see an expressionless face.

Harry clearly saw his cousin shrinking his neck and showing a scared expression.

He almost stopped laughing.

A few days ago, Dudley felt bad after he heard that he needed to strictly follow the school hospital's meals this summer.

He angrily beat everything in the house that was fragile, and even wanted to punch his cousin several times.

But he held back, took a few steps back, and swallowed.

Not because of brotherhood, just because Harry patted his pocket to show him the wand inside.

"Do you think I'll risk being punished by the school?" Harry said fiercely, "Do you think I'm afraid of a warning from the Ministry of Magic? Let me tell you, everyone in our school must at least They have received more than 50 warnings, and the Ministry of Magic cannot expel a current student."

This was what Mrs. Weasley revealed to him unintentionally. It was said that as long as there was no car flying incident that attracted world attention like before, the Ministry of Magic would only issue a warning.

He and Ron had to drive Mr. Weasley's car to Hogwarts in order not to be late for school, and then the car ran away. He had always blamed himself for this, but the Weasleys were This was kept secret and she didn't tell him the follow-up at all, so he never took it to heart.

When it was mentioned now, he only thought it was Mrs. Weasley's humor, and he did not expect that what Mrs. Weasley said was the truth.

He, Harry Potter, the savior of the wizarding world in the rotten country, has achieved world-famous achievements and has become the target of worship in the hearts of countless wizards.

Now, the world-famous little wizard is looking at his cousin with great interest, as if he wants to see his resistance.

But what disappointed him was that Dudley, who had always been like a king at home, could not help but tremble when he saw Aunt Petunia's cold face, not to mention resisting.

terrible!

He only broke a corner of an old bronze box, and Penny grabbed his ears, picked up a broom nearby and whipped him hard.

The beating made him wail repeatedly and refused to stop. Even Vernon, who stepped forward to stop him, was overwhelmed by Aunt Petunia's momentum and froze in place, watching helplessly as his wife beat his son.

Probably because it rained today.

Vernon comforted himself.

To be honest, that was the first time Harry saw Aunt Petunia hit Dudley. In the past, even when Dudley pushed her down when he was angry, she did not punish Dudley in any way, but this time it was different.

The reason obviously lies in the bronze box.

What's inside? Why does Aunt Petunia value that box so much?

Harry couldn't help but wonder.