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Having returned home, Harry stayed for a few more days, and the Dursleys had learned to ignore him.
Sometimes, when they saw things floating around Harry, they could also pretend nothing was happening and go about their own business.
After a few days, Harry found himself utterly unsettled by this kind of peaceful, tranquil life.
With no pursuits, no firefights, no hail of bullets, no arguments or noise, it almost felt like it wasn't his life anymore.
So, after only half a month, Harry reached his limit and said goodbye to his aunt and uncle.
The Dursleys did not stop him.
But as he was leaving, Aunt Petunia happened to pass by the door with a casual air and spoke coldly, "Keep in touch. Let us know when you die so we can come and collect the body."
Harry grinned, "Alright, Aunt, I'll keep in touch. But I'm very hard to kill, so you won't have to bother coming to collect the body."
Petunia rolled her eyes, thinking, The brat sure is proud.
Just after returning to Italy, Harry carried a bag of bombs to intercept a weapons shipment at the port and used ruthless tactics to suppress the small gang that had been growing restless lately, trying to extort protection money from local residents.
Conti and the others were well aware of his physical condition, watching him from around with terrified expressions, horrified as Harry repeatedly forced his dislocated wrist back into place.
But they didn't dare stop him.
In July 1991, to avoid having the owl delivering the Hogwarts letter cross several countries directly and expose its unusual coordinates under Dumbledore's watchful eye, Harry returned to Number Four, Privet Drive, half a month before his birthday.
Over the past few years, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had become less reactive to magic, and Dudley had gradually developed the natural curiosity a child should have toward magic.
While Harry was staying at home, he often caught Dudley sneaking glances at him.
After it happened enough times, Harry could guess what schemes were running through the boy's mind.
The first time Harry used magic to make a doughnut float and led Dudley around with it, and they got caught, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon gave them both a severe scolding.
But Dudley grew bolder with each setback and tirelessly offered up his snacks to Harry, begging him to perform his amusing tricks again.
Until one day, Harry and Dudley each appeared before Petunia and Vernon with a pair of fuzzy ears on their heads.
Petunia clutched her collar, her face a mixture of terror and suffocation.
Vernon, while frantically patting his wife's back to calm her, glared viciously at Harry and Dudley, his face trembling with rage, unable to utter a single word.
Seeing the situation turning bad, Harry quickly kicked Dudley in the bottom and signaled with his eyes for him to go and smooth things over.
Dudley swallowed nervously, shuffling over with his rabbit ears trembling, and approached Petunia, his chubby face wobbling as he said, "Mum!"
He took a deep breath, and following Harry's instructions, cupped his round face with his hands and asked, "Am I cute?"
Petunia was speechless.
'Honestly, it looked a bit like a mutated pig with rabbit ears,' Harry thought, struggling to suppress a smile.
To be honest, with Dudley's build, the scene could only be described as ridiculous, but Harry believed that in Aunt Petunia's eyes, her Dudley was definitely the cutest child in the world.
The result was exactly as Harry had expected.
Petunia's expression froze, and her gaze involuntarily landed on the ears on Dudley's head, those furry ears twitching right before her eyes.
Aunt Petunia visibly melted with affection, thinking, 'Oh, my little Diddy is so cute!'
With Harry's guidance, Dudley had delivered a heartfelt blow to Aunt Petunia, and combined with Harry's high level of magical skill, the simple transfiguration posed no problem at all.
In the end, the incident was let go without much fuss.
On July 31st, the atmosphere in the Dursley household was particularly tense, because today was Harry's eleventh birthday, and he was about to receive a letter from Hogwarts, meaning he would be attending the magical school.
Even though Harry himself did not actually need to.
Petunia's expression was stiff; she loathed that magical school full of monsters.
Those wizards, those repulsive freaks, had taken her sister away and failed to send her back alive.
Coupled with a touch of childish jealousy from when she was young, the two sisters had gradually drifted apart.
Harry, on the other hand, appeared very calm, looking down at his phone and scrolling through the latest messages from Conti.
Besides some intelligence about Hogwarts, there was news about the Order of the Phoenix causing trouble for them again.
Initially, Harry couldn't figure out how, in such a short time, Dumbledore had managed to build an organization with a near-perfect system; he even had the time to oppose Conti and the others.
Unless this group had existed before.
And indeed, the intelligence team led by Agatha had easily found a wealth of evidence showing that the Order of the Phoenix had been very active during Voldemort's time.
But this group, which had disbanded after the war, suddenly reformed after Mary and Johnny led the operations team to make a name for themselves in the magical world.
An owl soon delivered the letter from Hogwarts, and as his aunt and uncle looked on with ashen faces, Harry calmly flipped through the letter.
He wrote back declining the professor's offer to guide him, fed the owl a few pieces of meat, and sent it back to Hogwarts with his reply.
Out of the corner of his eye, Harry noticed Dudley sneaking a look at the letter and grinned, waving the paper in front of his face, "See, I'm going to magic school."
Dudley's eyes were filled with envy.
He looked at Petunia and shouted, "Mum, I want to go to that school too!"
Petunia's expression changed, then she quickly put on a gentle look and coaxed softly, "Oh, Diddy, there are nothing but monsters there. My precious Diddy can't go to such a terrible place."
Dudley's eyebrows shot up, and he looked about to start yelling, but Harry interrupted with a grin, "Aunt is right. The magical world isn't for a big baby like you."
A baby as big as a pig.
Harry silently added to himself.
"Do you know the Blasting Curse? The Peeling Curse? The Cruciatus Curse? The Killing Curse?" Harry threatened, maintaining a smile. "The Blasting Curse can tear you apart, the Peeling Curse can flay the skin from your bones, the Cruciatus Curse can make you wish you were dead, and the Killing Curse will finish you off in one go."
Dudley's voice got stuck in his throat, his face turning pale.
Petunia's face went pale as well as she tightly hugged Dudley, glaring at Harry.
"In the magical world, the aftermath of the last war hasn't fully faded. Dark wizards lurk in the shadows, and they're all desperate outlaws."
Harry spoke with conviction, his eyes scanning Dudley's fat body. "What they love most is catching chubby kids like you to brew potions."
Dudley's small eyes were filled with immense terror, tears starting to well up. "No, no, no… I don't want to go, I don't want to go!"
Hearing Dudley give up, Petunia's expression relaxed slightly.
But Harry sneered to himself, 'Coward.'
Then Dudley said nervously, "You shouldn't go either. It's so dangerous there, and you're so weak. Dad just has to slap you and you'd spit blood. You'd die."
Harry paused, then shook his head. "No can do."
"I have to go to the magical world." He needed to investigate the specifics of what had happened back then.
Dudley grumbled discontentedly, "Well, if you die, it's got nothing to do with me!"
He really didn't want to go to jail!
Harry looked at him as if he were an idiot. "We're thousands of miles apart. What could it have to do with you?"
'Idiot.'