At this moment, Maggie looked at Harry displeased and asked, "What are you laughing at? Where are you sending him to school, Vernon?" She then turned to her brother, Vernon.
"St. Brutus's, where all the incorrigible children go," Uncle Vernon even explained.
Maggie then turned to Harry and asked, "Have you ever been caned at St. Brutus's, boy?"
Harry looked at Uncle Vernon, who was wide-eyed and gesturing to him, and said with a chuckle, "Yes, I've been caned countless times."
Seeing Harry's serious expression, Maggie also spoke, "Excellent. A good caning is better than lecturing. Disobedient children need a good lesson."
She then patted Uncle Vernon's arm to comfort him, "Don't blame yourself, Vernon. It has nothing to do with you. It's a matter of genetics. Like father, like son."
She then remembered she didn't even know what Harry's father did, so she asked Penny, "What does this child's father do, Penny?"
Penny didn't know how to answer and could only say, "Nothing, he's unemployed, no job."
Maggie said indifferently, "He must have been a drunkard."
At this, Harry angrily said, "Nonsense!"
Maggie said in disbelief, "What did you say?"
Harry then angrily said, "My dad isn't a drunkard!"
As he spoke, the glass in Maggie's hand instantly shattered, startling everyone.
Maggie, unaware of what was happening, didn't know the reason and comforted Harry's aunt, Penny, "Don't worry, Penny, I just squeezed too hard."
Uncle Vernon, knowing everything, said to Harry, "You should go rest."
Maggie, like ordering a waiter, snapped her fingers at Harry, "Wait, Vernon, you, come clean this up."
Harry could only pull a rag from nearby, and before he had taken two steps, he heard Maggie continue, "Actually, it's not just about the father; the mother is key. You can see it in dogs; if the mother dog has issues, the puppies won't turn out well."
Harry, unable to listen any longer, abruptly threw down the rag in his hand and yelled at Maggie, "Shut up, shut up!" His angry emotions could no longer be controlled.
At this, everyone turned to look at Harry. Maggie also pointed at Harry, "Alright, listen to me." Before she could finish speaking, her finger slowly grew larger, followed by her face, her body continuously expanding, even her clothes burst, and the necklace around her neck snapped.
Uncle Vernon tried to help but was attacked by Maggie's pet dog. The scene immediately descended into chaos. Maggie then realized she had turned into a balloon and was slowly rising. Uncle Vernon tried to pull her down, but eventually let go due to lack of strength.
Harry's cousin Dudley looked at the scattered items, momentarily at a loss.
And Uncle Vernon's shouts of "Maggie, come back!" from the yard could be heard even by distant neighbors.
Harry felt a bit angry at this sight and quickly ran upstairs to pack his clothes and magical items.
When he came downstairs with his suitcase, he heard Uncle Vernon's roar, "Get her back for me! Quickly get her back for me! Make her return to normal!"
Harry also said angrily, "No, she deserved it!"
Uncle Vernon, in a fit of rage, wanted to strike, but Harry was already prepared, pointing his wand at his uncle, "Stay away from me!"
Uncle Vernon could only back away. He wasn't a Muggle like Maggie. "You can't use magic outside of school!"
Harry, carrying his suitcase and moving forward, simply said, "Oh really? Try me."
Uncle Vernon said helplessly, "They won't let you go back now. You have nowhere to go."
Harry continued, "Doesn't matter. Anywhere is better than here."
After an angry Harry walked out, he looked at the quiet road, not knowing where to go. He could only put down his suitcase and sit by the roadside, wondering if he had to go to Lan Luo's house again to stay.
Just then, the streetlights flickered a few times as if broken. The swing on the lawn, whether from a strong wind or something else, began to swing on its own. If an ordinary person were here, they would definitely be scared. Harry also felt a bit uneasy about the unusual situation nearby. Just then, a black wolfhound slowly emerged from the low bushes by the roadside.
The black wolfhound quietly watched Harry, and a few seconds later, it let out a growl. Harry also took out his wand and aimed it at the wolfhound. But before either of them could make a move, a bright light flashed on the road. Before Harry could react, a bus slowly approached. The conductor at the door said to Harry, "Welcome to the Knight Bus, the emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. I'm Stan Shunpike, and I'll be your conductor this evening."
After Stan Shunpike finished speaking, he looked at Harry, who was on the ground, and said, "What are you doing?"
Harry could only say, "I fell."
"Why did you fall?" Stan Shunpike looked at Harry with an indifferent expression, clearly having seen many similar situations.
Harry got up and said, "I didn't do it on purpose." In fact, he was also driven by curiosity; otherwise, he could have gone to Lan Luo's house to stay by now.
Stan Shunpike urged Harry, "Then hurry up and get on! We've been waiting for ages."
Harry didn't get on the bus immediately; he just glanced at the bushes he had seen earlier and found that the black wolfhound was gone.
Stan Shunpike then leaned over and asked, "What are you looking at?"
"Nothing."
"Don't dawdle, get on the bus! No need to come over here, I'll help you with your luggage, just get on the bus quickly." Stan Shunpike said, and went to help Harry with his luggage.
Harry looked at the bus curiously. He then heard Stan Shunpike's voice from behind him, "Hurry up, move inside, move inside."
Speaking, he walked in front of Harry, used his portable printer to print a slip of paper, and handed it to Harry. Then he tapped on the driver's cabin window, "Drive on, Ern."
Inside the driver's cabin, a dirty, shrunken head hanging there said, "Drive on, Ernie."
A sleeping old man with white hair in the driver's cabin instantly woke up from the steering wheel and said, "This is going to be a bumpy ride!"
After speaking, he fully released the handbrake, and the Knight Bus sped along the road. Harry was also affected by the speed, falling onto a bed. Inside the bus, it felt like a small boat drifting in water.
At this moment, Stan Shunpike seemed to remember something and said to Harry, "What did you say your name was again?"
Harry quickly grabbed the bed curtain rod, "I didn't say anything."
"Where do you want to go?" Stan Shunpike seemed unaffected by the movement in the bus.
Harry, unable to take it anymore, said, "The Leaky Cauldron, in London."
Stan Shunpike then said to the driver's cabin, "Hear that? The Leaky Cauldron, in London."
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