Chapter 610: Escape from Azkaban!!

"... The public must be aware, Black may possess firearms and is extremely dangerous. Below is the tip-off hotline; if you have any information, you can report it..."

Harry got up in the morning and heard the sound of Uncle Vernon sitting on the sofa watching the news.

He subconsciously took a glance.

The Black in the photo had his hair matted together, his face gaunt; compared to him, Harry felt he was much tidier.

"Hmph, what are you looking at? Hurry up and eat. After you finish eating, I must discuss something with you!"

Uncle Vernon was rarely not too fierce today.

Harry, however, was a bit terrified.

He always felt something was not quite right.

He would rather the Dursley family be cold to him as usual.

But he still finished his breakfast in big mouthfuls.

Then he heard Uncle Vernon's words.

"Ahem, it's like this, Marge's train is at ten o'clock today...

I hope you can get along well with her."

"What? How could she be coming over?"

Harry asked back in disbelief.

Aunt Marge was Uncle Vernon's sister.

She had no blood relation to Harry.

But Harry hated this person the most.

Because this aunt raised many bulldogs, and she lived in a garden in the countryside just for her little darlings.

She didn't come to Privet Drive often.

Because she couldn't bear to leave her dogs.

But every time she came, it was Harry's nightmare.

This time she was actually coming over again?

Harry only felt nauseous in his stomach; he really wanted to throw up what he had just eaten.

"I have a few points to warn you: first, no being rude to Marge!

Second, you must behave yourself; Marge hates magic the most, you cannot let her know about these!

Third, I told her you go to a school for juvenile delinquents..."

Uncle Vernon felt a bit guilty about the last sentence.

But he still continued: "It must be said this way, otherwise it will be very troublesome!"

Harry only felt like a bolt from the blue.

He was really so angry!

But he still thought of one thing.

"Letting me follow these is fine, but... you must sign my permission form.

The permission form for when we are in the third year at school, to go to... a village!"

This was the permission form that had been sent along with Harry's birthday.

If a parent didn't sign it, he couldn't go out.

But he had mentioned it to Uncle Vernon, who simply refused to sign.

He was just deliberately making a fool of him.

There was no other way; he could only take this opportunity to make Uncle Vernon sign.

"If you behave well!"

Uncle Vernon promised.

Harry felt it was in the bag.

It was just an Aunt Marge, after all!

However, his words were slapped back in his face only a few days later.

Because Aunt Marge really seized every opportunity to mock him, almost wishing to belittle him into the dust.

He thought sadly in his heart, fortunately Darren wasn't here, otherwise he would definitely be very sad.

"Some puppies are just no good... rotten to the core..."

"It's all a matter of bloodline, some people's bloodline... Petunia, I'm not talking about you.

You are different from your sister; she was born into the best family, but she followed a bad guy..."

"A worthless... lazy... good-for-nothing..."

"I heard this child also has a younger brother? Children born to that kind of person are either criminals or little idiots!"

Harry finally stood up.

Aunt Marge swelled up in his angry line of sight.

She floated up.

Harry rushed into the room.

He packed his luggage and then rushed out.

"My mom and dad are not scumbags, and my brother is even less of a little idiot!"

He clenched his fists, looking at Aunt Marge floating above his head.

"Come back! You hurry up and clean all this up! Harry Potter, do you still want to come back next year..."

Uncle Vernon said anxiously and angrily.

But Harry had already rushed out.

"See you next year!"

He muttered.

"What? Brother blew up Aunt Marge? Gigi, I want to go to the Ministry of Magic, I want to ask what the reason is?

Although brother is a bit reckless, I know brother is a very kind person!"

【Ding, Saint Father Value +80】

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Darren, at the Flamel residence, heard the news reported by Gigi, and a look of shock appeared on his face.

He stood up in a hurry, wanting to leave.

But he was stopped by Nicolas Flamel.

Nicolas Flamel's expression was a bit worried, his brows were tightly furrowed... ===== CHAPTER 612 =====