Orochimaru travels to Hogwarts

Chapter 20 The Young Master of a Wealthy Family

It's easy to accelerate on a highway, but it's much more difficult to drive carefully on congested main roads.

Because you not only have to be careful not to bump into the vehicles in front and behind you, but you also have to fight against your own dwindling patience.

Orochimaru had looked at the map before setting off.

According to the map, it takes at most a little over an hour to travel from the Leaky Cauldron to No. 4, Privet Road, Little Huijin District.

But things are different now.

Orochimaru stared menacingly at the almost motionless cars around him and sighed helplessly.

He was willing to give up the Mercedes S600 and run to No. 4 Privet Road on foot.

But what happens after that?

Stealing your roommate's car is just a harmless childish joke. But losing this expensive car is going too far.

As for why this car is so expensive, Orochimaru has his own reasoning.

He glanced at the rearview mirrors.

Clearly, cars cutting in from either the left or right lane slammed on their brakes upon seeing the rear of his car, as if afraid of being hit.

That's obvious enough.

Orochimaru thought lazily and casually pressed the button on the car radio.

"Hello everyone, this is Tuesday night radio! Today's strange tale is that Mr. Franky claims to have seen a motorcycle flying through the sky, and the driver was a giant! Let's welcome the person in question."

Orochimaru slightly pursed his lips and turned off the radio.

He simply used the traffic jam as an opportunity to hone his physical control, skillfully weaving through the congested traffic.

He discovered that no matter whose car he cut in front of, the car behind him would suddenly brake to make way.

Thank you, Mr. Wendell Granger, for your kind gift!

Orochimaru remarked sincerely.

Meanwhile, on the other side of Orochimaru's reflections, his destination, the living room at No. 4 Privet Road, was like a pressure cooker about to explode.

Fried fish and chips were placed on the table, but no one touched them.

Dudley had been showing off his Smetine cane all day, but now Harry snatched it from him and pointed it at Uncle Vernon like a knife.

"Give me the letter!" Harry said sternly. "It's my letter, from Hogwarts!"

God...

He knows everything!

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Penny exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of panic in each other's eyes.

But his uncle Vernon’s tall stature gave him a lot of courage.

Right in front of Harry, he crumpled the letter into a ball and threw it into the burning fireplace.

"My letter!" Harry dashed toward the fireplace, moving so fast that no one could react.

But when he brandished Dali's Smetine cane and pulled the letter from the fire, all that remained was a blackened pile of charred remains.

"That's my letter, not yours, Harry!" Uncle Vernon emphasized, then pounced on Harry like a brown bear.

Harry tried to dodge, but he was already blinded by anger and forgot Orochimaru's teachings.

Uncle Vernon practically gave Harry a bear hug, trapping him in his arms, and no matter how much he struggled, it was to no avail.

"Well done, Dad! Show Harry what's what!" Dali shouted excitedly, jumping up and down beside him.

"Harry, you need to be grateful! We sent you to Stonewall High School for your own good!" Aunt Petunia said, sobbing, her voice filled with disappointment. "You're a normal person, you'll have a normal life."

"I'm a wizard! My mom and dad are wizards!"

Even with Harry being carried on his uncle Vernon's shoulders, it couldn't stop him from howling wildly.

But it was completely useless.

Uncle Vernon carried Harry upstairs, then kicked open the door to Harry's bedroom on the second floor and threw him in like a shot put.

"You need to do some serious self-reflection, Harry!" Uncle Vernon slammed the door shut and locked it several times over. "You're not going anywhere until Stonewall High School starts!"

No sooner had Uncle Vernon finished speaking than a loud thud came from behind the door.

Harry Potter hasn't given up yet.

But it was all in vain.

Uncle Vernon went downstairs and found a double-barreled shotgun in the garage.

He had secretly made up his mind that if those freak wizards dared to come to his door, he would give them a taste of the power of shotguns!

Thinking of this, Uncle Vernon couldn't help but turn his head to look at his newly purchased luxury car, the Mercedes-Benz E300, which he had just taken out a loan.

The streamlined body, the silver paint, and the brand-new, luxurious Mercedes-Benz emblem—this new car was perfectly befitting of his status as the company's new manager.

As he pondered this, he strolled out of the garage and turned to take another look at his townhouse.

Although Little Huigkin is located in Surrey County, which is part of London, it is still considered part of London.

I am a noble Londoner, a polite, well-dressed elite middle class.

Just as Uncle Vernon was admiring the culmination of his life's work, Aunt Penny came out of the room, her long, thin face etched with worry.

"Vernon, we'll be alright, won't we?" she asked anxiously.

"I won't let that kind of weird thing happen again!" Uncle Vernon brandished his shotgun. "I have a gun!"

Aunt Penny's worried expression deepened when she heard the word "gun."

Just then, a series of banging sounds came from the windowsill of Harry's bedroom on the second floor.

They looked up and saw Harry had opened the window and was banging on the security bars with all his might.

But he couldn't break it open at all.

"I will never let this child repeat the same mistake, never," Uncle Vernon gently put his arm around his wife's shoulder and whispered words of comfort.

He was tall and strong, and Aunt Penny, who was tall and thin, looked like a toothpick stuck in a loaf of bread when she stood next to Uncle Vernon.

The two of them unexpectedly developed a special bond because of their predicament.

Just then, the vehicle's high beams suddenly pierced through from a distance.

Uncle Vernon instinctively shrank back, hiding the shotgun behind his back. Aunt Penny was even more flustered, afraid that others would discover the changes that had occurred in her family. She clung tightly to Uncle Vernon, pretending to be enjoying the evening scenery.

Their eyes were wary and flustered, and they instinctively looked at the oncoming vehicle.

Uncle Vernon glanced at it, and the hand holding the gun behind his back tightened its grip.

That's a luxury car that only his company boss could afford.

Such an expensive car is usually not driven on Privet Road in the Little Huijin District, which is inconsistent with the car's price.

Which family welcomed such distinguished guests?

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Penny concealed their panic and embarrassment while their eyes revealed a look of inquiry and jealousy.

They were the wealthiest family in the entire Xiaohuijin district, and they were always the ones who evaluated and looked down on others; they had never been the ones to envy or be jealous of others.

Under the watchful eyes of Uncle Vernon and Aunt Penny, the luxurious Mercedes-Benz leisurely pulled up in front of their house.

The entrance to No. 4 Privet Road!

Uncle Vernon straightened up instinctively, while Aunt Penny lowered her chin slightly, trying to conceal her overly long neck.

Their eyes were fixed on the car door, wondering who this person was who would get out of the car.

"Will it be Vernon, your dear boss, coming in person?" Aunt Penny whispered, guessing.

"It's...possible," Uncle Vernon subconsciously agreed. "I was just promoted to manager and Mr. Jack values ​​me highly."

pat!

Just as the two remained respectful yet whispered among themselves, the car door finally opened.

Aunt Vernon's eyes widened in disbelief at the person standing before her. Not only him, Aunt Penny instinctively shrank back, as if to make sure she wasn't seeing things.

That's definitely a child!

He's definitely not much older than Dali!

Although he had a calm face, measured manners, and an extremely leisurely demeanor, none of this could change the fact that he was old.

"Child, you... drove here by yourself?" Aunt Penny asked immediately.

Uncle Vernon thought about it more deeply; he saw this as a golden opportunity to get to know the child's parents and, consequently, to climb the social ladder.

Then, an even more cloying fake smile appeared on his greasy face.

"Little friend, who are your parents? I can contact them. If you want to play games, my son Dali is your age, and you'll definitely get along well."

Uncle Vernon strained his voice, trying his best to sound amiable.

Orochimaru, who pushed open the door, simply walked past the two of them and came to the second-floor window, where he waved to Harry, who was so surprised that he couldn't speak.

"Harry, step back!"