"Why are you asking about him?" Penny asked a little uncomfortably.

Fenon, who had just entered the room, had a gradually dangerous look in his eyes.

he?

A man who had never been heard of allowed his wife to behave like this.

"He's my professor now." Harry pushed his luggage and sat on the sofa. "He seems to know my mother."

Penny gritted her teeth: "They knew each other before going to that freak school!"

"Since she met him, Lily has become crazy!"

Harry raised an eyebrow.

This is really surprising.

"Can you tell me in detail?" he asked as he sat down.

Penny took a deep breath and sat down at the other end of the sofa. Vernon followed suit and hugged her tightly: "Your mother, Lily, is very smart and has been outstanding since she was a child."

"We still lived in Cokeworth at the time, and Snape was a kid from a slum not far away. I remember that he lived in the poorest Spinner's End. It was dirty, both the alley and him."

Harry added: "It's about the same now."

Penny was a little stuck and paused before continuing, "When she was nine, something strange happened to Lily, just like you."

"It can make withered flowers bloom again, and can restore the health of injured birds..."

When she said this, a hint of envy flashed in her eyes.

"Snape met her, and they had always had a good relationship. Then they went to that school together and became wizards."

"But when they were fifteen, they suddenly went their separate ways and stopped contacting each other."

"Or rather, it should be Lily who unilaterally severed ties with Snape."

"I've seen him sneak up on me several times. Several times."

so……

In the drawer, there is a photo of my mother when she was fifteen years old.

The past, oh the past, what is hidden there?

Harry asked again, "What's their reason?"

"I don't know." Petunia shook her head, with a hint of satisfaction in her tone, "But isn't it great that Lily kicked that annoying guy away?"

"You didn't ask her about Hogwarts?" Harry continued.

Penny shook her head: "No."

"Don't you want to be a witch? Why don't you ask about these things?" Harry was a little surprised.

Penny's face turned terrified. She subconsciously glanced at Vernon: "No, how did you know about this? I have never told anyone else..."

"Dumbledore told me," Harry answered.

Penny gritted her teeth, "How dare he!"

Harry sighed, he thought Petunia and his mother were sisters and should know more, but the truth opened his eyes.

"Was there any conflict?" Harry inquired.

Penny didn't really want to say it.

"Let me guess." Harry stared at Petunia. "You hate wizards. So it's about the letter you sent to Dumbledore?"

Penny's face changed.

"My mother saw it and said some bad things about it?" Harry continued slowly, observing the changes in her expression.

Penny grew impatient.

"And Snape is involved?" Harry raised his eyebrows and continued.

Petunia looked at Harry in fear, surprise and suspicion.

Vernon stood up, stood in front of Penny, and yelled at Harry, "That's enough, you little brat! Don't use that bullshit mind-reading magic on us!"

"I didn't use any spells." Harry said sincerely, "Little wizards are not allowed to use spells outside of school."

"It seems that the relationship between my aunt and my mother is worse than I thought. Don't you know this?"

Vernon nodded, his face and tone showing some surprise: "Aha, no weird tricks allowed, this is really a good rule!"

"I advise you not to have any weird ideas." Harry said calmly, "Even if I can't use spells, I think I can handle you."

Vernon and Harry looked at each other.

He thought of what happened last year and subconsciously raised his hand to touch his waist.

After hesitating for a moment, he sat back down and hugged Penny.

Harry no longer hoped to learn more about his mother from Petunia, and he also formed a new impression of his mother in his mind - her emotional intelligence might not be high, just like Hermione.

He said gently, "Aunt, thank you for your help. In return, would you like to help Dudley lose some weight?"

Penny screamed in horror, "What are you trying to do to my baby boy?"

Vernon patted her on the back. "Potions, dear, they are potions."

"You two's reactions are really interesting." Harry waved his hand. "I just learned about the weight loss potion. If there is a demand, I can make a portion for you."

Fenon shook his head heavily: "Impossible, I tell you it's impossible, our family will never drink those weird things of yours..."

He didn't finish his words.

Dudley poked his head out from the stairs, "Dad, I think I need it!"

Vernon was startled, and looked over with Harry.

Dudley took a deep breath and emphasized, "I really need it!"

Harry stood up, walked to his luggage, and was about to go upstairs with it: "Of course, I will send it to you as a Christmas present."

"Why not now?" Dudley asked confidently.

Harry shook his head: "No spells allowed during the summer vacation, my dear cousin, I just said this, it seems that your brain is not much better than a troll."

Dudley pursed his lips. He didn't dare to continue bossing his cousin around like he did before, so he nodded reluctantly.

They met on the stairs.

Harry looked at Dudley at eye level—before going to school, he was shorter than Dudley, but now he was almost as tall as him. "Maybe, you should say something to me?"

Dudley took a half step back, frowned, and tried to think, and managed to say, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, my dear cousin," Harry replied.

I dragged my luggage back to the room, read a book for a while, and then went to bed.

The holidays are much more boring than school. I can't cast spells, so many things just remain in the textbooks and can't be put into practice. I have to endure this for at least a month.

Hermione's letters became the best entertainment for Harry to pass the time.

But it’s only been three days.

The message came to an abrupt halt.

Hermione hadn't sent any new mail for several days, and he sent a letter to Ron, but received no response.

Of course, maybe they don’t want to reply or they forgot to reply.

But the owl's speed never changes. Hedwig has come back too early these days, saving nearly three times the time compared to usual.

Owls go on strike?

Or...

Is someone intercepting my mail?

It’s a pity that I don’t understand bird language, otherwise I could just ask Hedwig directly.

He rolled up the parchment, stuffed it into an envelope, tied it to Hedwig's leg, told it to fly slower, put on his invisibility cloak, and followed it quietly.

Hedwig had just flown past a house before leaving Privet Drive.

“Pah—”

A crisp sound.

A small, goblin-like creature appeared out of nowhere, and he snapped his fingers, causing Hedwig to suddenly freeze in mid-air and land obediently in front of it.

It nervously and carefully untied the letter from Hedwig's feet, and after taking it in its hand, it did something that Harry found incredible.

The hammer head hit the ground with a loud bang, dirt flew everywhere, and blood appeared soon after.

This is……

A very strange way to express happiness?

Harry took off the Invisibility Cloak, walked behind the creature, and held its head. "Great, so it was you who intercepted my letter?"

The creature turned around in panic, and when it saw Harry, it pounded its head even more frantically: "Bad Dobby, bad Dobby, Potter found out about what he was doing!"

"Your name is Dobby?" Harry grabbed its hands, clasped them behind its back, and then grabbed its folded wrists and pulled it up like prey. "Don't celebrate now, answer my question."

"Dobby is punishing himself!" it screamed. "Bad Dobby, Bad Dobby!"

"Stop yelling!" Harry raised his voice to drown out its sound.

This is very useful.

Dobby immediately quieted down, only letting out quiet, occasional sobs.

"Why did you stop my letter?" Harry asked.

Dobby's face turned terrified: "Dobby must protect Harry Potter. He must stay here and cannot let Harry Potter return to Hogwarts."

"I don't think you're protecting me." Harry shook his head. The look in this creature's eyes was pure, without any malice or bad aura. He chose to believe it for the time being. "Why do you do this?"

"A conspiracy, there is a conspiracy!" Dobby's face became even more terrified. "A terrible thing is going to happen in Hogwarts this year!"

"What terrible thing is more terrible than Voldemort?" Harry continued to ask.

Dobby shuddered, his body shaking violently. "No, not He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."

"Tell me what it is." Harry's tone became softer.

Dobby shook his head, "No, Dobby can't tell!"

Harry raised his hand and gestured - he had confirmed with Professor Flitwick that the power of the Sign seemed to be able to escape detection by the Trace.

Axie!

White light entered Dobby's head.

Harry was about to speak.

Dobby came to his senses almost immediately, "Oh no, Harry Potter what are you going to do to Dobby?"

Harry was a little surprised.

The seal actually lost its effect so quickly?

"Harry Potter can't return to Hogwarts!" Dobby spoke faster.

Harry frowned: "Tell me why, or I'll chop your head off."

Dobby was not afraid of this. He said calmly, "Harry Potter would never do such a thing. He is so great and so kind..."

Suddenly it was stunned.

"Dobby has to go."

"Dobby's master is calling for Dobby."

With a snap——

Just as it came, it disappeared without a trace.

Harry looked at his empty hands. Just... gone?

What kind of creature is this?

There was no mention of such a creature in the Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them that I read, nor did I see it in any other reading material.

With a thin body and almost no magical aura, this ability...

Not many professors in the academy can cast spells without a wand or a spell.

Harry picked up Hedwig, who was standing on the ground in a daze, and walked back home with a heavy heart.