Chapter 13: D Ge

Penny…… you……

Vernon stared at Penny, dumbfounded, never imagining she would agree to let Dali go to that crazy school to study magic.

His wife, who has always hated all strange and weird things, right?

"Vernon, since—I mean, since Dali received that school's letter and he himself wants to go, we can hardly stop him." Penny continued, her voice slightly trembling.

"What I mean is, if we don't let him go, those people might storm our house and take him away."

"Is… this really true?" Vernon said, disbelieving.

"Yes, I've seen how formidable they are." Penny said, glancing at Dali.

Vernon's expression stiffened.

Dali promptly spoke up, outlining the pros and cons.

He felt his mother wasn't telling the whole truth, but it didn't matter; as long as he could go to that school, he could investigate those hidden secrets himself.

In the following time, Dali used his extraordinary ability to completely convince Vernon.

As for Penny, after initially showing strong resistance, she soon almost entirely sided with Dali, even helping him wholeheartedly to an extent that surprised Dali.

In this situation, he hardly needed to waste spiritual power to guide things; he only needed to deal with his father.

That day, the curtain gradually fell amidst this absurd atmosphere.

The next day, Dali and Harry discussed and decided to write a reply together, informing the school of their decision.

Both were deeply interested in that magical world.

The reply wasn't hard to write; after Dali finished it, he placed it in the mailbox outside the door, and immediately an owl flew over to take it.

One day later, they received the school's reply.

"The letter says that at the end of July, the school will send a teacher over to take us to buy what we need."

Dali said while looking at the letter's contents.

"Oh my God! I don't want those freaks entering my house." Vernon let out a strange shout.

Just thinking about letting a wizard enter his house made Vernon feel it would be worse than killing him.

"But Uncle Vernon, your son Dali is also about to become a wizard." Harry said from the side, "Aren't you preparing to let him come back here?"

"Shut up! Shut your mouth."

Vernon roared in anger and embarrassment.

Harry shrugged, merely reminding him.

Dali shook his head helplessly and handed the letter in his hand to Harry.

"They actually send a dedicated teacher over; does Hogwarts Magic School have that many teachers?"

Dali said doubtfully.

Although wizards shouldn't be many in this world, if every child needed a dedicated teacher to personally teach them what to buy and so on, how could they keep up?

"Maybe it's just for kids like us who haven't been exposed to the magical world; those born into wizard families probably don't need this." Harry guessed.

"Makes sense!" Dali nodded.

In the following time, the Dursley family and Harry were waiting for the end of July to arrive.

However, for Harry, the end of July not only meant he could meet the Hogwarts Magic School teacher, but also that he would be turning eleven.

The Dursleys would likely forget, or even if they remembered, they wouldn't give him anything decent—as before, he had received Vernon's old socks.

In fact, Harry didn't expect the Dursleys to give him anything decent either; to him, the magical world was the greatest birthday gift.

During this time, Dali was not idle.

Besides continuing to train his body and lose weight, he used the summer vacation to befriend all the kids in the neighborhood.

Relying on his extraordinary ability and persuasive skills, Dali thrived among the children, becoming the neighborhood's kid king.

He did this to establish his own rules in that area, act as a mediator to resolve the children's conflicts, and thereby consume his extraordinary trait.

Although this approach only scratches the surface of the acting method, it indeed sped up the digestion of his extraordinary trait.

Even, Dali was called "D Ge" by many kids, giving him the air of a gangland big shot.

At the end of July, it arrived gradually amid this anticipation.

"Today is already July 30; that… that school's teacher, aren't they coming yet?" Vernon nervously scanned the window, as if afraid a strangely cloaked person would suddenly appear at his doorstep.

"I don't know; the letter didn't specify the time."

Dali said.

"Maybe they'll come tomorrow." Penny also said.

"Did Aunt have a teacher come pick her up back then?" Dali couldn't help but ask curiously.

Penny's face twitched slightly, then she shook her head and said, "No, I'm not sure about the details either."

"Alright."

"Maybe we should wait at the doorway?" Harry suggested.

Dali thought, then shook his head: "Forget it; we're not even sure if they're coming today."

He could see Harry was anxious; even now, the boy still hadn't fully believed there was a magical world in this world. He feared the previous events were just everyone playing a joke on him.

"Don't rush; whoever is supposed to come will come."

Dali comforted him.

"Alright." Harry didn't insist further.

"Oh right, I never asked you before—what's with that lightning‑shaped scar on your forehead?" Dali asked idly, out of curiosity.

"I don't know either; I've had it since I was little." Harry shook his head, glancing at Penny and Vernon.

They had previously told him it was left from a car accident.

But not long ago, the two clarified that his parents didn't die in a car accident, so that scar must have another cause.

"Don't look at us, we don't know either. When you came, you already had that scar on your forehead; perhaps it's a mark your parents left for you." Vernon said displeasedly.

Harry pursed his lips, Lack again open mouth.

"The shape of this scar is really peculiar."

Dali said, reaching out his hand wanting to touch Harry's forehead scar.

Harry instinctively wanted to dodge, but thinking that Dali had been decent to him lately and also indeed Lack bullied him again, he thus Lack moved, allowing Dali's hand to fall on his own forehead scar.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, Dali let out a startled cry, pulling back his hand as if shocked by electricity.