Hogwarts: Why do you call me the Demon King?

“Sir, how do we get out of here? There’s only one boat, maybe…” Harry looked at the elegantly dressed Professor Venda and Isaac, then looked down at his own loosely dressed clothes.

Hmm... judging from his appearance, he's definitely cut out for hard labor.

When they arrived, Uncle Vernon rowed over, panting heavily. With that kind of exertion, could he really make it to the shore?

Isaac suddenly gave a meaningful smile. He didn't correct Harry's way of addressing him, because it didn't matter.

The important thing is.

“Mr. Potter, it might be a little uncomfortable the first time, but you’ll get used to it.” Isaac said the terrible lines, pulling Professor Venda with one hand and putting his other arm around Harry’s shoulder.

“Sir, if you call me Harry, then…” Harry hadn’t finished speaking when he was horrified to see a large, fiery red bird descend from the sky.

Before Harry could even show a look of horror, the red bird's claws landed on Isaac's shoulder, and the next second a bright flash of fire appeared!

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The Dursleys watched helplessly as Isaac and his two companions disappeared into the rocky shore amidst the flames.

Compared to regular Apparition, Fox's special effects are noticeably more dazzling.

The Dursleys found the cool special effects even more impressive.

Before his wife and son could say anything, Vernon suddenly remembered Isaac's parting advice, his expression changed, and he turned and strode quickly into the house.

"Dad? Where are you going?" Dali couldn't understand why his dad wasn't yelling "Holy crap!" with him and his mother at this time.

Vernon's muffled voice came from the rocky cabin.

"Pack your things, let's go home!"

Chapter 52, a stunning debut! The Savior's Human Fountain!

Vernon rowed his small boat with all his might at sea.

His intuition told him that there was something in Isaac's last glance before he left that he didn't know.

Although Vernon didn't know what was going to happen, he decided to return to land as soon as possible.

Their car was parked at the pier on the coast. Once they were in the car, what could a torrential downpour do?

Just then, he felt his vision darken, and then he saw his eldest son start to tremble.

"Dali, what's wrong with you?!" Vernon almost threw the oar into the sea. Dudley was his lifeline; he couldn't afford to have any problems with him!

"Dad, Dad, behind you, behind you!!" Dudley's face was scrunched up like an ugly orange, and his hand trembled as he pointed in the direction behind Vernon.

"What?" Vernon turned his head, his face as if he had seen a ghost. Actually, if he had a choice, Vernon might have preferred to see a ghost right now.

Behind Vernon, dark clouds rolled in, the darkness of nature swallowing the bright sunlight in the sky.

The salty smell from the sea grew stronger, and Vernon broke down on the spot: "WTF!!!!!"

The next second Vernon turned around and then rowed with all his might toward the dock that was visible to the naked eye.

As the saying goes, "Looking at a mountain makes one's horse run itself to death..."

At this moment, large, drizzling raindrops have even started to fall from the sky.

At this moment, Vernon suddenly understood what Isaac's meaningful glance really meant.

That's schadenfreude!

He'd be miserable on the way home, but staying in the rocky cabin would be even worse! Vernon couldn't be sure if the drafty house would hold up against the downpour.

Damn it, couldn't those wizards have been a little clearer?

There's no time to condemn the wizard of the ditch! Next up is Pluto from Little Huiglin, Surrey—Vernon Dursley!!!

Vernon rowed his oars furiously, transforming into Popeye's nemesis, his face flushed red.

He truly risked his life for others.

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London, Charing Cross, in front of the Leaky Cauldron.

Bright firelight illuminated the entire Leaky Cauldron from the entrance as Isaac made a grand entrance with Professor Venda and Harry.

Um...

Apparition with special effects comes at a price; compared to the wizard's apparition, the apparition of a magical creature like the phoenix is ​​far more brutal.

Being rough means feeling uncomfortable.

Professors Isaac and Venda were clearly quite adept at handling this discomfort, because they had experienced far more difficult situations.

But Harry is different.

The instant Fawkes Apparated, Harry felt his surroundings turn fiery red, as if he were in flames.

He was being squeezed intensely from all directions, unable to breathe at all, as if his chest was being tightly bound by several iron hoops.

His eyeballs were forced back into his head, his eardrums were pushed deep into his skull, and then—

He felt as if he had just been violently kicked out of a very narrow rubber tube.

When Harry's feet touched the ground again, he instinctively felt dizzy, and his vision was blurred.

He vaguely saw a very old, almost bald, toothless, wrinkled wizard who looked like a shriveled walnut coming to the door.

Harry's whimsical metaphor refers to Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron.

In Diagon Alley, the speed at which news travels is terrifying.

The gossip that happened at the Tuofan clothing store in the morning had already reached Old Tom by the afternoon.

As the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, Old Tom clearly knew more. For example, he could tell at a glance that the flames were a special effect accompanying the Phoenix's Phantom Transformation.

Old Tom decided to give Isaac a warm welcome, since Isaac wasn't named Dumbledore.

Then he saw the boy Isaac had brought.

Look, young Dumbledore is already able to help Professor Dumbledore at such a young age. This little wizard is most likely a Muggle-born wizard.

Just as old Tom was mentally warning himself not to let Dumbledore slip out of his mouth, his venomous eyes automatically locked onto Harry's forehead.

It was a thin, clear lightning bolt-shaped scar located slightly to the right of the center of the forehead.

This lightning bolt-shaped scar is the most iconic symbol in the entire wizarding world; it is a symbol of Harry's identity as the "Boy Who Lived".

"Yes, yes!" Old Tom forgot all about exchanging pleasantries with "Little Dumbledore" and exclaimed in astonishment in Harry's direction.

"My goodness, who is this—who could this be—"

"Ugh—" Old Tom's swaying figure made little Harry feel a deep sense of despair.

He closed his eyes in despair and succumbed to his overwhelming physical instincts.

At this moment, old Tom finally uttered the second half of his sentence.

Harry Potter!

It's an honor.

"Welcome back, Mr. Potter, welcome back!"

The sound of the Savior vomiting interrupted old Tom's thoughts, and his old face stiffened as he realized that the Savior of the British magical world was currently playing with a human fountain.

However, he also understood that when he was first revealed to the world with a retinue, he didn't perform much better than Mr. Potter.

Moreover, I've heard that the apparitions of magical creatures can be even more unpleasant.

While understanding the situation, Old Tom suddenly realized that his shout of "Harry Potter" had been heard clearly by everyone in the bar.

Given Mr. Potter's reputation in the wizarding world, what will happen next?

Old Tom turned his head and found that all the wizards in the bar had rushed to the door.

They all wanted to catch a glimpse of the savior.

then.

"vomit--"

"vomit......"

"Ugh..."

Harry finally emptied his stomach, and he no longer felt so drowsy.

It must be said that Harry really has some talent in flying and space.

Most people would need an afternoon to recover, but Harry was able to stand up after only a short time of vomiting.

Isaac handed Harry a handkerchief at just the right moment. Harry took it, quickly wiped his face, and then clutched the handkerchief in his hand.

It wouldn't be right to just return this to someone like that, especially since this handkerchief looks very expensive.

“Thank you very much, sir, I…” Harry had just raised his head to say something when he was horrified to find a large number of strangely dressed people gathered in front of him.

Unsurprisingly, these people are all... wizards?

The thought of performing a human fountain for everyone made Harry want to crawl into a hole.

Are there any silent, three-room-and-a-living-room underground spells in the magical world?