trainer at hogwarts

Chapter 212 The grudges of the previous generation are the fault of this generation

The wand suddenly appeared, pointing at his throat, and cold sweat broke out on Dudley's head.

This time he wanted to talk to Harry alone, so he found a place where no one else would come.

"You...what do you want to do..." Dudley backed away slowly, unable to speak clearly.

Harry didn't move: "Didn't you ask me to come out? Now ask me what I want to do... I should be the one to ask you this question."

"What is this?" Dudley looked at the wand in fear, "Is it the fire that comes from this thing? No, no, Harry, don't kill me...I, I have no ill intentions towards you...No, don't..."

Harry did not put down his wand: "I have something else to do next, so please make it clear, Dudley Dursley."

"...Please don't kill my parents!" Dudley shouted tremblingly, "No matter what, it was my parents who raised you!"

Harry fell silent, staring at Dudley without speaking.

"I will, I will tell them, no, don't say bad things about you." Dudley showed a friendly smile, "Look... I have been helping you lately, haven't I?"

"Help me? Sorry, I didn't see it." Harry sneered, "Besides, I don't think I need your help."

Dudley's face suddenly fell, and he collapsed helplessly on the ground.

"All petrochemical!"

The hit was accurate, probably because Dudley was too big and couldn't move. Harry's spell was very successful this time.

"I have no interest in killing people." Harry walked up to Dudley and said softly, "I just want to teach you a lesson and let you know that I am not someone to be bullied."

"Clap clap clap."

"Who?" Harry turned around and saw Maurice sitting on a broom applauding.

He took a breath and asked a little strangely: "Maurice, why are you here? I mean, at this point, it's not the time we agreed on."

"Just passing by, I happened to see an interesting scene." Morris jumped off the broom and walked up to Dudley, "Hey, little fat man, long time no see."

Dudley: "..."

"It seems that you have practiced the petrification spell well." Morris praised him, and then untied the spell. "You can control your emotions quite well, and you are not controlled by anger. You are very decisive in taking action, but you didn't do anything before taking action. Pay attention to your surroundings. You still have to be careful. It’s okay to be discovered, but it’s always troublesome to deal with it. Fortunately, it’s just me who is passing by this time.”

Harry realized that Maurice might have been here for a while: "When did you come?"

"Little Fatty is having a heart-to-heart talk with you." Morris smiled, "I came here today and I just happened to come to see you for something."

"us?"

"Bingo~ That's you, Harry, and you, little fat guy."

Morris put the broom back on his shoulders and patted the two cousins ​​on the shoulders: "Let's find a restaurant to chat."

Before Dudley could recover from his shock, Harry complained directly: "I mean, is it really okay to talk about what you want us to talk about in the restaurant?"

Morris smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Of course, having some afternoon tea is more important. There is no difficulty that the illusion can't solve. If there is, then let's do two."

Harry: "..."

A cozy French restaurant, there really isn't anything good about a British restaurant.

Maybe the best chefs in the UK who make British food are at Hogwarts.

Morris said while scooping ice cream: "Harry, it's your birthday soon."

Harry nodded, but didn't take it seriously: "Actually, I can't even do it."

That's true, but actually I've thought about it, like hiding under the covers and singing a happy birthday song to myself...ah, it sounds very miserable.

Morris: "Ah, actually... well, notices are usually issued on the 31st."

Harry's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Morris nodded: "So I hope you will follow the Dursleys during the next period of time."

Harry: "?"

There is no way, now Harry has mastered a lot of offensive magic. Mainly, Morris himself is good at offensive magic, so what he teaches is also offensive.

Now Maurice is afraid that Harry will lose his mind and start to become independent, so the next plot will not be easy.

"Someone will come to pick you up." Morris vaguely said, "By the way, little fat man, I'll give you a piece of advice. Don't touch things that aren't yours, and don't eat food that isn't yours. If you don't want to grow something on your butt, Say something like a pig’s tail.”

Dudley raised his head that was constantly eating, swallowed the steak, and nodded wildly.

"I will definitely not touch it, and I will definitely not eat it."

"...Actually, it's nothing." Morris' mouth twitched, "It's just like a pig's tail, hahahahaha."

Dudley:! (◎_◎;)

I don’t want it! Don't come over here!

"It's okay, just keep eating. It's none of your business now. From now on, you just have to play your usual role." Morris handed him a glass of juice.

Dudley took it blankly: "I don't understand..."

Morris looked at the two brothers and sighed: "It is undeniable that your parents are indeed very bad, but they also have their stories. But this is not the reason why they allow you to become a naughty child. But if you can think about it now Be clear and willing to change, and it’s not too late.”

After all, it is the previous generation’s fault that will be shouldered by the next generation.

If your biological sister is a wizard with excellent grades, loved by everyone, and good at magic, she will always be the center of the world, whether at school or at home. A perfect husband, a beautiful love, a prosperous life...everything makes people jealous. If someone were to be put in Petunia's place, such a perfect sister suddenly disappeared and left her son at the door of her house without any explanation. It would be a great person to be able to raise him and not send him to an orphanage.

As for Vernon, he was indeed a qualified husband, who loved and trusted his wife very much. It's actually not easy for them to do this...

At least Morris thought that if it were him, he would have gone berserk if he had the ability to resist.

Why should I raise your child? Why should I be nice to your son? Why should I adopt the son you threw away? You even provoked such a powerful enemy, why should I put this time bomb in my home?

Harry pouted, he just hated the Dursleys.

Morris shook his head. This knot was not so easy to untie. It's better to just let nature take its course.

"What's the story about my parents?"