Erii: A Journey Through the Heavens Begins with Frilian

Chapter 126 Erii's cosplay of a vengeful ghost is also exceptional.

Roar—roar—

The deafening roar instantly transformed the community into a bottomless ocean, as if plunging into pitch-black darkness, where a colossal creature lurked menacingly.

The neighbors were all startled, and the children who were still sleeping in bed suddenly jerked up, their hearts pounding, and jumped out of bed, crying and calling for their mothers.

As for the family facing Erii, including Harry, they all sat slumped on the ground with blank expressions, goosebumps visible on their arms, and their eyes had lost their light, as if their souls had wandered off somewhere.

Erii shut her mouth, and the terrifying sound suddenly disappeared.

She wiped the glistening drool from the corner of her mouth, took two steps forward, snatched the envelope from Vernon's hand, and handed it to Harry. "See for yourself."

Stunned, Harry mechanically opened the envelope, silently reciting each word. Gradually, his eyes brightened. "Wizard... Wizarding school? Is this real, Miss Uesugi!"

Erii nodded.

"Me? Is it really me?" Harry couldn't believe it.

Erii replied, "Yes, you inherited your parents' wizarding bloodline. The strange things that happened to you were all caused by uncontrolled magic."

The moment his parents were mentioned, Harry immediately forgot all about magic and eagerly asked, "You know my mom and dad?"

At this moment, the couple also came to their senses. Petunia jumped up as if on cue, grabbed Harry, and glared fiercely at Erii. "Shut up! Shut up! Don't mention his parents, and definitely don't mention any weird Hogwarts!"

"Magic? What magic? There is no such thing as magic in the world!" Vernon said to himself, a traditional and old-fashioned white man who refused to accept anything new that was beyond common sense. Under his male chauvinism, he did not allow his own people to touch related fields.

He was about to bend down to pick up the hunting rifle from the ground, but Erii beat him to it.

With a hook of her little foot and a grab of her little hand, the gun barrel was loaded.

In an instant, the offensive and defensive strategies shifted.

Vernon and Penny, with perfect understanding, kept their mouths shut, raised their hands, and stared at the gun in Erii's hand with a mixture of honesty and nervousness.

Dudley, who was behind them, dared not move. He had been forced to receive so much information that his pig brain was already overloaded.

But the next second, all four of them widened their eyes in unison. Dali was so frightened that he ran away with a strange cry and scurried under the dining table in the living room, trembling with fear.

"You...you're a monster!" Vernon stammered incoherently, his eyes filled with fear and disgust.

"Magic, this must be magic! You have a connection to Hogwarts? You're a wizard!" Petunia leaned against the wall with one hand and clutched her heaving chest with the other.

Because Erii tied a knot in the gun barrel with her bare hands, the hard metal felt like soft clay in her hands.

Harry's eyes lit up, and he turned to Petunia. "Auntie, is there really magic? You said it yourself, so you must have known about Hogwarts all along? My mom and dad are wizards too, so why didn't you ever tell me?"

A barrage of questions left Penny completely overwhelmed. She shoved Harry aside. "I'm telling you, you're not going anywhere! You're going to your local public school!"

Harry didn't say anything, but carefully tucked the notice into his clothes and ran quickly back to his bedroom, a cramped closet located at the bottom of the stairs.

"I'm telling you, there's absolutely no way we'll hand Harry over to you. Wishful thinking!" Vernon shouted.

Erii, unfazed by the pressure, asked, "You're just going to let him live in a place like that?"

"He eats our food, uses our things, and we raised him all these years without paying for it? We've already shown him great mercy by not making him live in a doghouse!" Penny roared, her voice hoarse.

"Hmm, why don't you guys go and argue with the Child Protection Act?" Erii said to herself.

Knowing they were in the wrong, the two were speechless, and Vernon hurriedly closed the door.

Erii didn't press the matter further and happily went home to continue making bacon, ham, and egg burgers.

The letter has arrived, which means Hagrid will be online soon!

The thought of shopping in the real Diagon Alley made her hum a little tune with excitement.

Nimbus 2000, Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, Roaring Letter, Automatic Quiz Quiz, Chocolate Frog, and Wizard's Collectible Cards — Hehe, here I come!

Erii, who has read the original book, knows that Dumbledore entrusted Harry to the Dursleys for his protection.

There is a type of magic called blood magic. As long as Harry lives at his aunt's house, he will be protected by this magic, making it difficult for those with ulterior motives to track him down.

As far as Erii knows, Dumbledore did not provide the Dursleys with any support payments.

It's not that Hogwarts can't afford to give them a pittance.

She felt this was also due to the limitations of magic; bloodline magic relies on blood ties to maintain itself, and once monetary interests are involved, the protective effect of the magic may be weakened.

But it seems even Dumbledore didn't expect the Dursleys to be so bad.

On the night Harry was entrusted to her, Professor McGonagall, who had observed the Dursleys beforehand, advised that Harry was really not in a bad position to grow up in such a family.

The headmaster also said that Harry was ultimately family and the most suitable person to raise him.

Vernon wasn't just an ordinary employee; he was a high-ranking executive in a respectable company. He could have provided Harry with the same treatment as Dudley, or at least a comfortable life with basic necessities like food, clothing, and shelter. But the couple didn't. They treated Harry like a house-elf with no human rights whatsoever.

In the days that followed, the other side of the street remained quiet, and the Dursleys seemed to have resigned themselves to reality.

Until midnight.

Harry was fast asleep when his uncle violently dragged him out of the closet.

"Shut up, brat!" Vernon glared, "If you dare yell like that, you can forget about going to Hogwarts!"

Harry, still shaken and dazed, immediately brightened up upon hearing this and nodded excitedly.

"What are you doing?" He hurriedly put on his coat and pants, looking at the busy family of three with suspicion.

Vernon and Petunia were carrying large bags and packages, while Dudley, looking annoyed, came downstairs with his travel bag on his back. He gave Harry a resentful look and muttered, "It's all your fault."

"Harry, school's about to start, so let's go on a trip." Penny forced a very awkward smile, trying her best to appear kind and friendly.

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"Auntie, be normal, this is scary." Harry subconsciously took a half step back, feeling like he was about to be sold for organ donation.

"Stop dawdling," Vernon pushed open the door, stuffed the luggage into the trunk, "Get in, keep it down!"

And so, Harry was pushed into the back row, completely bewildered.

Click~

The car doors were locked.

Vernon glanced fearfully at the dark window across the street, swerved the steering wheel, and floored the accelerator, turning the car into a runaway horse as it impatiently sped out of the community.

call!

Once they reached a deserted suburban road, the couple looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.

But the next second, Harry's surprised voice sent chills down their spines.

"It's Miss Uesugi!"

Vernon glanced at the dial; the pointer hovered between 80 and 90. At this speed, where was Miss Uesugi?

"ah""

Penny's screams echoed inside the car.

Following her trembling finger, Vernon looked to the left, then his lips turned white with fright. He slammed on the gas pedal, instantly breaking the three-digit mark.

As for Dali, he had been terrified for a while.

Whoohoo!

Erii, who had been keeping pace with the car, turned her head out of the passenger window.

Under the dim night sky, an eerie gold seeped from the wildly dancing red hair, making him look like a demon from hell.

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