Seeing Harry act as if no one else was there, the Dursleys felt offended.
What's wrong with Harry today? How dare he ignore them and even disobey Petunia?
Dudley, who loved to bully Harry the most, was the first to approach. He reached out to shove Harry. "Cousin, how dare you disobey Mom? Go make breakfast now!"
But just as his sticky hand was about to touch Harry, Harry waved his hand gently. Dudley felt as if a powerful force had pushed his chest, and he fell to the ground.
At this sight, the Dursley family suddenly fell silent. Even Dudley, who had been pushed down, was at a loss. Only Harry continued to drink his juice and even took a piece of bread with dip.
From Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia's angle, they couldn't see Harry's subtle movement.
They only thought Harry had pushed Dudley hard, knocking him to the ground. Thus, both of their expressions turned to anger.
Uncle Vernon's face twisted with rage. His already fat face became even more unsightly. He rushed forward, intending to grab Harry's collar and teach the insolent boy a lesson.
"It seems I haven't disciplined you lately, boy!"
Facing the furious Uncle Vernon, Harry remained unfazed.
The face that had once terrified him now seemed like no big deal.
Compared to bloodthirsty demons, Uncle Vernon was far too gentle.
But Harry wouldn't allow Uncle Vernon to touch his collar. He hated being held up by the collar; it made him feel like an owl caught by a hunter.
So, Harry waved his hand again, a fleeting golden magic circle flashing in his palm.
The enraged Uncle Vernon was immediately lifted by an invisible force, his collar held tight, and he was swung back and forth against the ceiling and walls.
The scene was so bizarre that the Dursleys couldn't help but scream.
"Aaaah! What's happening? Let me down!"
"Dad! Dad!"
Petunia was frantic. Suddenly, seeing Harry still calmly eating his bread, she immediately knew he was responsible.
That's right, among the four of them, only Harry was likely to have wizarding talent!
Only he could do such an incredible thing!
Petunia wanted to grab Harry and force him to stop the spell, but she quickly realized that the Harry of today was not someone she could threaten. She stopped her lunge towards him and instead said, her voice a mix of bravado and fear, "Damn it, you haven't even gone to that freak school. How can you use magic? Let him down! Let Vernon down!"
Harry raised an eyebrow. Aunt Petunia didn't seem surprised by his power, only puzzled as to how he could use it.
Could there be magic in this world as well?
Thinking of the magic that awakened when he first arrived in New York, Harry instinctively felt that things were not so simple.
It seemed that his original world also possessed extraordinary power.
Harry had only intended to teach Uncle Vernon a lesson, not to seriously harm him. After all, the Dursleys had raised him for eleven years. So, he withdrew his telekinetic power.
Once his feet were back on the ground, Vernon felt his stomach churn, and he almost threw up.
He pointed a trembling finger at Harry, trying to curse him. "You... you... you little..."
But when he saw Harry about to raise his hand again, Vernon immediately shut up. He just sat in his chair, panting heavily and glaring fiercely at Harry.
Such a "cute" glare was certainly no threat to Harry, who had slaughtered hundreds of demons.
With that, the Dursley family fell into a quiet silence again. His aunt and uncle looked at Harry eating his bread with complex expressions.
As for Dudley, who had always loved to bully Harry, he was already scared stiff and had almost wet his pants.
After swallowing the last bite of bread, Harry picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth and turned to look at Aunt Petunia. "Alright, my dear aunt, it seems you've been hiding a lot of things from me. We need to have a proper talk. About my parents, um... and the magic you mentioned, or that so-called freak school. Tell me everything."
Seeing Harry's condescending manner, Petunia was extremely displeased. "You nasty little thing, just like that Lily, always so smug. Fine, fine, I'll tell you everything. Your parents were not ordinary people. They were wizards. And that freak school is called Hogwarts. It's a school for training wizards."
"Wizards?" Harry murmured to himself, ignoring Aunt Petunia's displeasure.
He finally understood the source of his magic. So his parents were wizards, and that's why he was born with magic?
But knowing this brought up more questions. "Then where are my parents?"
Petunia's expression darkened slightly, but she still said sharply, "Your freak parents were killed by a dark wizard. Damn it, do you have any idea how much danger we were in for taking you in? For the first two or three years, we were too scared to sleep, afraid that the dark wizard who killed your parents would come and kill us. And today, you use magic against us!"
Aunt Petunia's long neck stiffened, her fists clenched, looking extremely aggrieved and angry.
Harry was taken aback. He really didn't know about these things. This made his impression of Aunt Petunia much better.
But his attitude towards Uncle Vernon and his cousin Dudley remained unchanged. After all, he knew that the Dursleys had likely taken him in because of Aunt Petunia's request.
Harry was silent for a moment, then asked curiously, "My mother was a witch. As her sister, aren't you a witch too?"
Harry's words were like a sharp dagger stabbing into Aunt Petunia's chest. She disregarded her fear of magic and cursed, "Your mother was a big freak, and you're a little freak! How could I be a freak like you?!"
Seeing Aunt Petunia's reaction, Harry nodded. He had roughly guessed her thoughts.
Aunt Petunia was most likely very envious of his mother and wanted to be a witch herself, but she didn't have the talent for it. Therefore, she was very jealous of his mother.
This also explained why her attitude towards him was so poor.
But understanding was one thing; it didn't mean Harry would forgive them.
After all, eleven years of bullying and humiliation were not things that could be easily forgotten.
Harry tapped his finger on the table. A mischievous smile appeared on his face as he thought of a perfect solution.
"Don't worry, Aunt Petunia. Perhaps I can make you a sorcerer!" Harry said lightly.
"Who wants to be a sorcerer? I don't want to... wait, what did you say!" Aunt Petunia's eyes widened as she stared at Harry in disbelief.
Even the terrified Uncle Vernon and his cousin Dudley reacted the same way.
If they could really master mysterious magic, who would refuse? Who could refuse?
Noticing their reaction, Harry became even more certain of his guess and then showed a wicked smile. "However, to obtain magic, you need to pay a price. That's fair. But you'll need to sign a contract with me!"