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Chapter 162 Professor McGonagall's Shock

In Dursley's living room.

Vernon and Dudley were sitting on chairs, and on the table was a shotgun that had turned into an embroidery needle.

Petunia sat next to Potter, with half of her body in front of her, like an old hen guarding her chicks.

Professor McGonagall had a decent smile, and her sitting posture was more impeccable than that of the most traditional aristocrat.

"Mr. Dursley, Mrs. Dursley, and little Mr. Dursley."

Professor McGonagall's words are clear and round, and when she opens and closes her mouth, the movements of her teeth, lips and tongue are very elegant, making people feel like spring breeze.

But Penny's hostility towards her remained the same as before.

"I think if we sit down and talk patiently, that's a good start."

Professor McGonagall placed the wand in her hand on the table and opened her palms to indicate that she meant no harm.

Vernon was relieved, he hated being pointed at by that stick.

Just now, the stick shot out a beam of light, turning his shotgun into a needle.

Although he was mentally prepared, the abilities of these mysterious guys still frightened him.

If the old hag treated them badly, they might be turned into dumb pigs.

It's just horrible.

Dudley was completely frightened. This kind of thing completely shattered his world view of ten years.

"I don't care what you want to say." When Penny spoke, her body could not stop shaking. "I don't allow you to take him away! Never allow it!"

At the end of the sentence, she even stood up and screamed, her face turning red.

Professor McGonagall looked at her meaningfully and leaned back gently on the chair, "If I'm not wrong."

"There are things you are not telling Mr. Potter. Am I right, Mrs. Dursley?"

Petunia opened her mouth, Mag's words pinched her heart like a hand, and her face turned pale.

She turned back, looked at Harry in a panic, and said hurriedly: "Harry, I didn't, no, I didn't mean to..."

She was incoherent.

Harry was such a fine, considerate gentleman, a hundred times better than his own son.

How would she face him in the future if he was hurt by being kept secrets from his closest family members.

"Aunt Petunia." Harry stood up. Although he was not yet 11 years old, he was almost as tall as Petunia.

"I actually vaguely know that I have some special abilities." He held Penny in his arms and patted her back gently.

"These abilities seem to be innate, allowing me to make all my wishes come true."

"Perhaps I am not an ordinary person, but -" Harry looked at McGonagall with inquiring eyes, hoping that she would continue his words.

"A wizard." Mag knew the elegant meaning of the song after hearing it, and promptly added.

"Yes, a wizard." Harry continued to comfort Petunia, "If you and Uncle Vernon feel guilty for keeping this from me."

"I don't think it's necessary because I know I'm not ordinary."

Petunia pursed her lips. After listening to Harry's words, her tangled heart became clear at this moment.

"Harry, it's my fault. Vernon and I shouldn't have kept this from you." Petunia stood up straight and looked at Harry.

"Harry, my boy. You are a wizard, and so are your dead parents."

When Penny said these words, her whole body relaxed.

Although her family has been harmonious and happy for so many years, some things will not disappear just because she deliberately forgets them.

The pressure and the shackles have always been there, and only in this moment are they released.

"You were only one year old, and there was a letter in your arms. The owner of the letter was also named Dumbledore."

"My dear sister, your mother was killed in that magical world."

Petunia held Harry's face, her eyes slightly red, "I used to be very jealous of your mother, Harry."

"Because she suddenly became different because of magic."

"But your arrival made me understand that the desire to be different is far inferior to the warmth and happiness of being with your loved ones."

"Harry, don't go, okay?" Petunia's eyes were filled with pleading.

"I think it's pretty good that we live together now," Vernon added.Harry was silent for a while, then showed a helpless smile, "Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, I might have to go."

"why?"

Harry didn't say anything about Voldemort, but stretched out his hand and pointed it at the kitchen door.

Magic surged, and two plates flew out of the kitchen, with apples and oranges on them.

As the plate flew over, the apples and oranges were automatically peeled. Then, even though there was no knife, the fruit automatically turned into pieces and lay on the plate.

Bang!

Professor McGonagall finally lost her composure. She stood up suddenly, and the chair she was sitting on was overturned to the ground.

She watched the fruit plate float in front of her in disbelief.

If she wasn't demented, the world must be crazy.

How can a little wizard who has not yet entered school be able to use simple kitchen magic without a wand! ?
Dumbledore originally...

Well, Dumbledore might have actually done it in the first place.

However, this is also incredible!
"Cool——" Although Dudley was afraid of witchcraft, there was nothing to fear if it was performed by his brother.

He will only feel great.

"Recently, my ability has become more and more difficult to control." Harry lied without changing his face and continued:
"If I don't learn how to control them soon, I'm afraid I will be blown to pieces by them."

"Oh my God!" Petunia covered her mouth, and then quickly touched Harry up and down to check if there was anything missing on his body.

Professor McGonagall twitched the corners of her mouth slightly and looked at Harry with an intriguing look.

She's not ignorant.

If he couldn't control his magic, the whole house could be blown up with just one move of Harry's hand.

Harry caught her gaze keenly, stretched out his hand, and flew out a plate of exquisite caviar from the kitchen.

He held the caviar in his palm with one hand, came to Mag, and spoke silently, but the words rang directly in Mag's mind:

Principal McGonagall, everyone has their own little secret, right?

Professor McGonagall's eyes were subconsciously attracted by the color and smell of caviar. When she heard Harry's words, she immediately looked up.

There was a hint of amusement in Harry's eyes, and then it turned into fondness, just like when he called her Rose.

Oops, I turned into a cat to escape from working overtime and was caught cheating on food and drink!
So, what should you say to your future students now?Harry winked at McGonagall, then turned back to comfort Petunia softly.

"Ahem." Mag's face returned to seriousness. She looked at Penny and said in a deep voice:

"The magic power in Mr. Potter's body has accumulated to its limit."

"Mrs. Dursley, he must be properly taught in a regular school."

"If his magic power breaks out, it will not only cause harm to himself, but it will also affect you."

"Aunt Petunia, did you hear that?" Harry pressed his forehead against Petunia's, with sadness as soft as water flashing in his eyes.

"I can't let you get hurt because you and Uncle Vernon are like my biological parents."

"Dudley is the only brother in my life who I can talk to about anything and sleep in the same bed with."

Vernon and Dudley sniffed at the same time and nodded vigorously.

Petunia's tears had already flowed down. She held Harry in her arms and kept lamenting:
"Harry, my Harry, why did God give you this fate?"

"Shouldn't everything end with Lily?"

"My poor Harry."

Professor McGonagall rolled her eyes, straightened her chair, and slowly ate the caviar.

Her current role is that of a ruthless mentor who reveals cruel fate and waits for the other party's decision.

Of course, she can 100% play such a complex role by focusing on enjoying the caviar.

It’s so delicious, eat more!

I worked an extra day yesterday and I need energy!
Well, Harry must come to Gryffindor.

It was definitely not because of the caviar, but because he had the audacity to threaten the future vice-principal of the school.

This is definitely a good candidate for Gryffindor, meow.

(End of this chapter)