trainer at hogwarts

Chapter 183 My school!

Vernon held the golf club, turned his head, and whispered to Petunia: "Someone I don't know is back with Harry."

Just as Penny was about to scream, she quickly covered her mouth: "Is he a bad person? My dear."

Vernon frowned tightly, wondering who was outside the door.

Dudley passed by and saw his parents standing at the door, and asked strangely: "What are you doing?"

"Oh baby, why haven't you gone to bed yet? Go to bed with your mother first." Petunia said, holding Dudley's hand.

"No!" Dudley shouted, "I'm asking what you are doing! Ask me!"

Vernon and Petunia looked at each other and hesitated to speak.

"That baby——"

"Let me see!" Dudley pushed open the door without waiting for Vernon to finish.

Vernon and Petunia turned green.

"Oh! God! It's you! You even know how to come back!" Dudley said in a ghostly tone.

Hedwig vomited in Dudley's face.

Scumbag!

"You!" Dudley covered his face and glared at Hedwig.

"Chirp!" (Cry it again if you can!)

Field walked up to Harry with a smile, took out a business card and handed it to Vernon: "Hello Mr. Dursley, my name is Field Hill. This child happened to be seen by our husband and wife when we were walking, so I gave him to him." Come back."

Vernon took the business card with a wary expression, looked at the lamp with wide eyes, and swallowed.

"Really, really?" Penny came over with doubt on her face.

"It's guaranteed." Field smiled, "The child has been sent back. It is very dangerous to be out alone at this late hour. Even if there are any conflicts, we must consider the safety of the child."

Vernon pulled Harry over and looked at him lovingly: "Yes, yes, what you said is absolutely correct. We are worried that we cannot find this child and are preparing to call the police."

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Hogwarts.

Dumbledore had been waiting at the school gate for a long time. When he saw the huge stone giant landing, he felt relieved for some reason.

The Frozen Bird flashed past Dumbledore, saying hello, and then flew to the nest he had spent half a semester building by the Black Lake. He was going to put the nest in a box.

The first one who couldn't help but run down was Morris. Although it was a good time to eat, drink and sleep, the limited space for movement made him very unhappy.

Finally, I finally got back to school. It’s not even winter yet, but there’s some cool air and a wide view. No matter how you look at it, it’s an ideal school.

If those friends from my previous life knew that they would one day enter Hogwarts, they would call daddy with envy and beg me to take them with me.

Hehe, this enviable school is my school!

After Dumbledore gave his usual speech, he asked the students to go back to their own colleges to rest, and told them not to talk too much about the issues there when they met the students of Castiel Bruce in school. .

"Morris, come to my office with me." Old Deng said this calmly and left without looking back.

Edgar came over and asked if he needed help taking the luggage to the Hufflepuff lounge. Maurice thanked him for his kindness and said that he had no luggage.

Edgar looked embarrassed, as if he suddenly thought of something, and patted him on the shoulder: "Children should behave like children. Some things are too early for you."

Morris: "???"

...

Dumbledore's office was still as lively as ever. The portraits on the wall were making trouble no matter what, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

"How was it? Did you have fun?" Dumbledore sat on his chair and looked at Morris with a smile.

"It's not bad." Morris raised his head slightly.

Dumbledore casually grabbed a handful of candy and placed it in front of him, and made some snacks. The two of them ate and chatted.

"Minerva said you seemed to be having a wonderful life."

"That's it." Morris didn't intend to hide it from Dumbledore, but he also didn't intend to tell everything, so he told the little story he made up on the way.

In short, everything was Vera's fault. He, Maurice, was a poor, exploited child.

"Oh?" Dumbledore narrowed his eyes, "Okay."

"..."

I always feel like this old bee is harboring some bad tricks.

"I didn't expect Castiel Bruce to have so many problems." Dumbledore sighed, "Vera... maybe she is old and her eyesight is dazzled."

Morris ate a small biscuit and said nonchalantly: "Principal, I will never go to that place again."

Dumbledore nodded: "You said earlier that the mark on your hand disappeared?"

Morris stretched out his hand. This was something he couldn't hide. He planned to let Dumbledore know about Harry. After all, he was a little afraid of this mess.

Dumbledore checked it carefully and saw nothing wrong with it, but out of caution, he decided to call Snape over to study it together.

"Principal, there is something I didn't tell you before." Morris said sheepishly, "Well... when I went home to play, I met a little boy, and then the mark went to his hand... …”

Dumbledore: "?"

Morris then deleted and deleted some things about how he met Harry in the amusement park.

Dumbledore pondered for a moment: "What's that child's name? Do you know where he lives?"

Morris tilted his head: "I know his name, but I don't know his home. Do you want me to check it out when I go back and tell you."

"No need to bother." Dumbledore said, "Just tell me his name."

"Harry Potter."

"?"

Dumbledore's expression froze instantly: "Maurice, let me confirm again, the child's name..."

"Harry Potter, I remember correctly."

Dumbledore: (???)……(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

Morris was driven away because the principal wanted Jingjing. Don't ask who Jingjing is. Ask him about the diagonal desk in his previous life.

Morris predicted that Dumbledore would explode, but the principal didn't, but his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, which made Morris embarrassed to propose skipping classes.

Not long after he came out, he saw Professor Snape rushing over in a hurry. Morris quickly held back his laughter and walked over as if nothing was wrong.

I wonder if Dumbledore and Snape can work out a solution, Maurice thought, feeling a little guilty in his heart. He didn't know if Harry was still stable or if anything went wrong.

"Duoduo, contact your family and ask Hua Beibei to go see if Harry is okay." Morris said, "Oh, by the way, they don't know the address. It seems to be No. 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey."