Witcher at Hogwarts

"Who is at the door? Is this kid's teacher? Let him in quickly!" Maggie's gruff voice came from inside the house.

She was sitting at the dining table and vaguely heard Harry say "professor" and other words, so she thought it was a teacher from Harry's school who came to visit her home.

When things got to this point, Penny had no choice but to invite Ethan into her home with a pale face.

The first time he saw Ethan, Vernon felt that Ethan was on the "magic" side, which made him feel a little uneasy.

He usually hates anything and anyone related to magic, let alone today when his sister is still around.

Maggie frowned and looked at Ethan, "Are you the teacher at the St. Bruce Security Center School for Young Offenders?"

Maggie put down her knife and fork and asked rudely. She rarely got the name of the school with the lock right.

Harry felt a little suffocated. As far as he knew, no one had ever dared to speak to Professor Ethan in this tone, not even Dumbledore.

The old bulldog that Maggie brought that was as fat as her also started barking at Ethan. With one glance from Ethan, the old dog whined and got under the sofa.

Ethan noticed that both Petunia and Vernon looked at him with pleading eyes, seeming to beg Ethan to cooperate, and seemed to be begging Ethan not to have an attack on the spot.

Ethan felt Harry tug on his sleeve, and Harry also hoped that Ethan could cover it up. After all, this was related to whether he could go to Hogsmeade.

"Yes, I am a teacher in that school." Ethan chose to cooperate with Harry in acting.

"Great!" Maggie yelled and slapped the table.

"You are here to take this brat back to school and deal with him! A brat like him shouldn't have too much freedom!"

Maggie said loudly to Ethan, the remains of the food in her mouth spraying out.

"Maggie, let's go see my newly planted flowers, which are in the garden!" Vernon interrupted with a pale face.

"Harry, go back to the house quickly and follow your teacher!"

"Wait a minute, wait a minute," Maggie waved her hand to stop Vernon, "You!" Maggie pointed at Ethan with her stubby finger.

"You should bring a cane, and give this little brat a good beating right here! He just dared to yell at me!" Maggie patted the table and ordered Ethan.

Harry took a breath, he could feel that today's matter might not end well, and at the same time, he had some vague expectations in his heart.

"Maggie, come to the garden with me!" Vernon begged, already sensing Ethan's hidden anger.

"Don't be so anxious." Maggie pushed Vernon's hand away, "I'm about to watch a good show."

"Hurry up sir! Don't you understand English?" Maggie urged Ethan rudely.

"Actually we are allowed -" Ethan said softly.

"What is allowed? Speak louder!" Maggie asked Ethan loudly, picking her ears.

"We allow students to yell at sows." Ethan said this loudly and clearly.

Maggie's expression quickly changed from confusion to surprise to anger, and her face turned red with anger.

"How dare you say that! I'm going to file a complaint against you! What's your name!" Maggie's fat body suddenly stood up, pointed at Ethan and roared loudly.

Harry couldn't hold back his laughter, he felt that Ethan was having too much fun.

Vernon wailed and covered his face. What he feared most happened. Petunia had a strange expression on her face, as if she wanted to laugh but didn't dare.

"Maggie! Don't be so angry! This is not the way to be a guest!" Ethan said with a smile.

"How about a dance for everyone? The atmosphere is a bit too serious now!" Ethan raised his hand and drew, and a seal quickly appeared in the air.

Maggie's eyes lit up, and then she danced uncontrollably.

Maggie stood up, turned her fat body in circles, and actually danced the classic ballet Swan Lake.

Harry finally couldn't hold back his laughter and burst out laughing. Petunia covered her mouth and her body kept shaking. It could be seen that she was trying her best to hold back her laughter.

Vernon had no time to worry about Harry anymore, he was yelling and trying to control his sister from doing that funny dance.

But Maggie was quite powerful. She tripped Vernon with her funny dance moves. The fight between the two broke the tableware on the table and even overturned the table.

The living room was in complete chaos. Penny stepped forward to help her husband, while Maggie was still dancing Swan Lake.

Harry completely let himself go, holding his stomach and laughing hysterically. He felt that the grievances he had suffered during the summer vacation had finally disappeared without a trace at this moment.

Penny struggled to help her husband onto the sofa. She wisely did not compete with Maggie who was dancing, and instead began to beg Ethan.

"Mr. Ethan, just stop using your magical powers. Maggie doesn't know that magic exists." After saying this, she kept gesturing to Harry with her eyes.

Harry saw the look in Petunia's eyes and thought that he might want to live here in the future, and finally began to persuade Ethan.

"Okay, okay." Ethan said, he also had to think about Harry's future.

Ethan waved his hand, and Maggie finally stopped dancing.

"What did you do?" Maggie screamed after she regained her freedom. "You used evil witchcraft! I want to call the police! I want to call the police!"

"Maggie, please stop talking!" Penny begged from the side.

"You just can't learn to be quiet and polite, can you?" Ethan sighed.

Maggie realized something "Mr. Ethan! No!"

Unfortunately she spoke too late, Maggie's eyes flashed again.

"Maybe a moderate amount of exercise can adjust your mood," Ethan murmured to himself.

After saying that, he looked at Maggie's round-ball figure and said, "Maybe she can also lose weight."

"Run back to your home from here, Maggie, and do some exercise." Ethan said easily.

As soon as Ethan finished speaking, Maggie screamed and ran outside.

Watching Maggie's figure gradually running away, Penny sat weakly on the sofa.

"What have you done - what have you done?" Vernon said weakly, leaning on the sofa.

Looking at the messy living room of Vernon's house, with the overturned table, broken dishes, and food scattered on the floor, and Vernon's messy look, Ethan also felt a little inappropriate.

"Sorry, Mr. Vernon, this is my fault." Ethan apologized to Vernon.

"I can compensate you for your losses today." Ethan said.

"Compensation? Just you? Do you know how much these plates are worth? Those are art - one by one." In Vernon's mind, wizards were a bunch of grotesque poor people.

But his next words were interrupted as if he was being strangled, because Ethan stuffed a gold bar into his hand.

"I think this is enough to compensate you for your losses." Ethan said sincerely.

Vernon stared blankly at the golden gold bar in his hand. He had not yet turned a corner from the destruction of his home to the inexplicable acquisition of a gold bar.

"I think that's enough." Vernon swallowed.