0092 Pee in the biggest bowl, get the most severe beating
In front of Harry, this was the first time that Petunia spoke about her sister without ridicule or criticism.
Then he was surprised to find that his aunt's eyes were red, and this was not the first time that his aunt showed such an expression when mentioning his mother.
In the past, Harry always thought that her eyes were red from anger, but now he realized that this was not the case.
Vernon suddenly stood up, took out a bottle of sherry from the cabinet, poured it for himself and his wife, and then poured half a glass for Harry.
"No, no, he's not an adult yet." When Penny saw this, she wanted to grab the wine glass.
"This is at home. Harry is already five years old, isn't he?" Vernon insisted and handed the cup to Harry, "and I think Harry might need this to calm down today. Besides, he's starting to understand
A family man deserves a glass of sherry after a meal."
After Harry picked up the glass, Vernon said: "Of course, it's my first time drinking today, so it's only half a glass at most."
Vernon raised his glass and the three of them took a sip together.
What he took out was a bottle of sweet sherry, which was only less than 20 degrees. Harry felt that the wine was not as spicy as expected after entering the mouth, but instead had a fresh and sweet aroma.
After letting out a sigh of relief, Harry suddenly turned his head. He seemed to have seen a familiar figure just now, but when he looked out the window, he didn't find anything.
Illusion?
Then my mind changed and I stopped paying too much attention. The upcoming conversation is more important now.
Uncle Vernon was sitting opposite, with his right elbow resting on the table and a goblet half in his hand, with a complicated expression on his face.
Aunt Petunia sat next to her, her thin upper body seemed to have lost strength, leaning on her husband's broad shoulders, her red eyes seemed to reveal the mistress's sad mood.
The aftertaste of sherry was still lingering on his tongue. It was just a small sip, but Harry was already slightly tipsy. He didn't know if it was his first time drinking or for other reasons.
Or maybe it was because it was the first time he sat across from his aunt and uncle in such a formal manner, talking like an adult about issues more serious than Christmas gifts, pocket money, etc.
Perceivable growth can sometimes make young and ignorant boys crazy.
After taking the first sip of wine, the three of them sat there without speaking or even making any unnecessary movements. Even the little mouse who was poking his head behind the sofa seemed to be aware of the solemn atmosphere and tiptoed towards the kitchen.
In the end, as the head of the family, Mr. Dursley was the first to break the silence.
"Okay, okay, I know it's hard to say something, but to be honest, Harry, at first I advocated sending you to an orphanage."
At this point, Dursley paused for a moment, as if trying to organize his words, and then continued without waiting for others to answer.
"When you showed up at the door, well, you were probably about this size." The fat uncle gestured to the size of a basket, "But you know, Dali was also about the same size at that time."
"Your aunt, and I, didn't have as much income as they do now. It was difficult for us to afford two children, especially... you already know about Lily and Potter... right?"
Harry nodded, feeling a little sad. He knew what his uncle meant. On that day, in Godric's Hollow, his parents bravely resisted the Dark Lord and died to protect him.
"I was very afraid that things would involve us and Dudley. I wanted to send you away, but Petunia..." Dursley stopped talking and looked at his wife. Petunia's body was not stable.
Trembling.
Suddenly, the body that was leaning on her husband's shoulder stood up straight. The woman stood up, stumbled around the table, hugged the thin boy into her arms, and started crying.
"You, you are my sister's only child. We almost lost contact when we grew up. She left no photos or information. After the death of her parents, you were the only one. Only you can prove that Lily existed."<
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Listening to his aunt's heartfelt cries, Harry's stiff body suddenly became soft. He crossed his arms and patted his aunt's back. For a moment, both of them were choked and speechless.
"In the end, your aunt convinced me and you stayed, but it became Petunia's heartache from then on." Vernon took over, his deep voice seeming to represent that the past was not a happy one.
"She often screams and runs to your bedroom, takes you out of the crib, and hides you in various hidden corners. For this reason, I had to take her to see a doctor, but the diagnosis was that there was nothing wrong except anxiety.
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"She still hides you from time to time. We all know that there is one..." Uncle Vernon seemed to have done a lot of mental construction before he uttered words that he would never have said before.
"...Wizard, that's what you call yourselves, right? Fortunately, the evil wizard has never been here since you came to this home."
Voldemort.
Harry secretly thought in his heart that he never thought that this name, which frightened so many wizards, would bring such great fear to his aunt and uncle.
This made him full of resentment towards himself and even more guilty towards the two people in front of him.
"You know, Penny can't tell the truth to the psychiatrist, otherwise others will think she is crazy. Later I suggested that she tell it in a story, saying it was a recurring dream."
"Petunia tried it, and the effect was remarkable. But it's not that the psychiatrist is very clever. He just told your aunt a joke." Vernon rubbed the beard on his face, as if he was not concerned about the problem that had been bothering them for half a year.
Just like this, the childishness was solved, and I felt a little speechless.
"He said, just hide him in the cupboard. A high-ranking man would never go there to hunt down a child."
For a moment, Harry's expression was a little wonderful, so is this the reason why I have been sleeping in the cupboard for ten years?
Thinking about the initial dissatisfaction with my uncle and aunt, I was allowed to sleep in the stairwell cupboard full of spiders even though there was an empty bedroom.
Unexpectedly, this was originally to protect myself.
What he didn't expect was that it was actually Dali and him who slept in the cupboard at first, but before they could remember, the "balloon" cousin blew himself up at an extremely fast speed, which made the cupboard
The cupboard is a little too small for him.
In addition, nothing happened for more than a year, and Penny was no longer so nervous, so she asked Dali to move back to the bedroom.
"Harry, do you still remember what you looked like when you were a child?" Petunia also calmed down at this time and asked, stroking Harry's hair.
Hearing his aunt's question, Harry was so embarrassed that he almost wanted to stuff himself into the gap in the floor.
How could I not know? At that time, I was resentful and always used various hidden methods to cause trouble at home, or encouraged Dali to fight with other children, especially those older than them, and secretly took the flower stems planted by his uncle.
Cut it off and pee in the bowl...
Well, this is really hard to forget, even if I think about that beating now, it still remains fresh in my memory.