Hogwarts Homecoming

Harry didn't answer the question right away. In fact, he hadn't gotten over the unbelievable incident where Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had taken the initiative to mention magic, but the confusion in his eyes seemed to Uncle Vernon's eyes. It was a kind of ridicule and provocation, and it further pushed Uncle Vernon's tense nerves to the brink of breaking.

"Answer my question, boy—"

Uncle Vernon finally stopped suppressing himself, he growled loudly at Harry, and hearing this familiar growl sounded more pleasant to Harry's ears.

"If you mean minor problems, say, boils on the face, insomnia, or some trauma, maybe I can handle-" Harry said hastily.

No one likes the feeling of being hungry, it's the same for everyone, and if possible, Harry will try to avoid angering the Dursleys, even if they don't like each other. Although I don't know why they are interested in this, but He still answered the question truthfully.

"That's all you can do?"

Amidst Dudley's sneer, Aunt Petunia cut in and looked at him suspiciously, "What if it's a more serious problem?"

To be honest, Aunt Petunia's questioning made Harry a little annoyed. He was just a little wizard who had just graduated from his second year. What could they expect him to do? What's more, potions cannot be avoided when talking about healing, and the subject of potions is precisely the one that Harry is least good at among all the magic subjects!

"--a more serious problem, if you mean poisoning"

In my impression, in the Potions class at the beginning of the first grade, Snape seemed to mention that something had a strong detoxifying effect.

Harry frowned and racked his brains to think hard, and the reason why he was thinking so hard was not because Harry couldn't wait to show his skills in front of the Dursleys, but because Harry didn't want to give up because his magic skills were not exquisite enough. , and let the Dursleys have the opportunity to laugh at magic to their heart's content.

At this moment, Harry suddenly missed Hermione a little bit. If Hermione faced the Dursleys' questions, Harry could guarantee that her answers would stun the Dursleys.

"It's not poisoning, kid!"

The purple-faced Uncle Vernon roared loudly, "It seems that those blusters can't make you smarter, can they!"

Harry, who was sprayed with spit on his face, immediately turned cold. He looked straight into Uncle Vernon's eyes without showing any weakness, and said angrily,

"There are so many problems wizards can deal with, how do I know what you want to ask!"

"Let me talk to him, Vernon."

Aunt Petunia stood up nervously the moment Harry finished saying that sentence, and before Uncle Vernon broke out, she drove Uncle Vernon and the reluctant Dudley into the living room, and then turned He turned back to the kitchen, glared at the unconvinced Harry sternly, and said sharply,

"You should show respect to every member of this family. If we didn't take you in with great mercy, your best ending would be to become a homeless man who can only sleep under the bridge!"

Facing Aunt Petunia's reprimand, Harry remained silent, because he had heard similar remarks countless times over the years.

Whenever Harry showed a questioning attitude in front of them, they would say so mercilessly, as if if they hadn't taken him in, then his final fate would have been to be imprisoned in a Muggle prison.

For the next ten minutes, reprimands came down on Harry like a torrent, of course, the words were commonplace, and even Dudley, who loved to see Harry being scolded, yelled. , struggling to move to the living room to turn on another TV.

Taking advantage of Aunt Petunia saying she was tired and panting, with only a sliver of reason left, Harry, who insisted on not turning around and leaving directly, asked sullenly,

"What the hell are you going to do?"

Facing Harry's question, Aunt Petunia didn't answer right away, but remained strangely silent. Harry could see that talking about it might take a lot of courage for them.

"I've heard before—"

Just when Harry couldn't help urging again, Aunt Petunia finally spoke. She spoke in a slow, hesitant tone. When she spoke, the already long horse face stretched even longer ,

"You have a hospital that specializes in treating all kinds of intractable diseases—"

A hospital that treats intractable diseases?

Confusion appeared in Harry's eyes, do hospitals exist in the wizarding world, Harry thought to himself.

But soon, Harry realized that the question he was entangled with was very stupid. Of course, there should be hospitals in the wizarding world, but he had never heard of them, just like he learned about them from Malfoy last school year. There is a prison called Azkaban that scares wizards at the mere mention of its name.

In fact, these things are just the simplest common sense for children who grow up in wizarding families. Harry believes that Ron must know the name of the hospital in the wizarding world. For young wizards who have grown up, it is considered a novelty.

"If I remember correctly, it was St. Mungo's—"

Aunt Petunia spoke as lightly as she could, to hide the pain and shame of bringing up those terrible events.

"How could you?"

Harry was about to ask in surprise, but he stopped immediately because he realized that the person in front of him was his mother's sister. In terms of family environment, she must have talked about the wonderful magical world many times in front of her family.

"Oh, yes, you remember correctly, it's called that name."

Harry said calmly with anxiety in his heart.

There is no doubt that he lied, because he didn't know the name of the hospital at all, and the reason for his lying was very simple. First, he wanted to find out why the Dursleys would talk to him about magic for the first time The things of the world come, and secondly, it is a strange pride.

Obviously he was the one who received orthodox magical education at Hogwarts, but Aunt Petunia knew something even he didn't, which made Harry a little hard to accept.

ahem——

In the living room, Uncle Vernon, who was watching TV with Dudley, coughed twice. In the kitchen, Aunt Petunia immediately knew that she should speed up the progress. Looking at the pair, the green eyes that would make her very unhappy every time she saw them, said in a calm tone as much as possible,

"I think you should remember, the company where your uncle works is right?"

"Grüning Company, manufactures drilling rigs."

Harry glanced at the living room from the corner of his eye, and said quickly.

Aunt Petunia nodded her chin slightly, she seemed quite satisfied,

"Then you should also remember who the boss of this company is, right? When talking about your uncle's work at home, you mentioned him many times—"

This time, Harry's answer was not so sharp, he frowned and thought for a while before he said slowly,

"Kurad Bryan. What's wrong with him?"

"He has cancer."

Aunt Petunia said heavily.