Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Water Margin

Chapter 1 The Scarred Man's Soul Returns to the Privet Road

"Wu Song, prepare to die!"

Bao Daoyi activated his demonic magic, and a Xuan Yuan Hun Tian Sword fell from the sky, severing Wu Song's left arm.

"Second Brother, be careful!"

Harry Potter, wielding a broadsword, shoved Wu Song aside, and the flying sword pierced his chest.

"Third brother!"

Harry opened his eyes to Wu Song's furious roar, his eyes blazing with rage.

This place is cramped, covered in dust, and the candlelight is dim... Wait, an electric light?

"Get up! Get up! Hurry up!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"stand up!"

A shrill female voice, unheard for over a decade, rang out. Harry looked down at his young body and was startled.

Have I returned to Privet Road?

He once fainted from hunger, and when he opened his eyes again, he was in Yanggu County.

He was a Semu person, and was only a child. If he hadn't been taken in as a sworn brother by his elder brother Wu Zhi, and taught martial arts by his second brother Wu Song, he probably would have died young and met his maker long ago.

He only hated Ximen Qing and Pan Jinlian, those two adulterers, for killing his elder brother and forcing him and his second brother to become outlaws.

Joining Liangshan was quite enjoyable for a while, but that scoundrel Song Jiang insisted on being granted amnesty and going to fight Fang La. If I hadn't risked my life just now, my second brother would probably have been killed by that evil Taoist priest.

With these thoughts lingering, Harry let out a long sigh.

"So be it, so be it, I'll just return this life to my elder brother."

As the saying goes:

The kindness of raising and nurturing is profound, yet my life hangs by a thread.

In the cycle of life and death, we repay our debts in this life.

Harry stretched out his thin limbs and stepped out of the cupboard.

Suddenly, the aroma of roasted meat wafted over, whetting the Scarface's appetite. He strode into the kitchen, filled a large plate with roasted meat, and sat down to feast.

He thought to himself: I am now skin and bones, where is the former illustrious Scarface Gentleman?

We really need to take good care of ourselves.

"Dali, you need to understand, not everyone is qualified to go to Smetine High School..."

This modern English was spoken since childhood, and Harry heard it clearly.

Unfortunately, after living in the Song Dynasty for over a decade, he had long forgotten how to speak it, only able to understand what he heard. Luckily, he had also interacted with other Semu people and spoke fluent Old English.

A rough voice approached from afar as Vernon led his wife and children toward the dining table.

Seeing Harry enjoying his meal, Vernon's face turned as red as a cooked shrimp.

Dudley, the pig-faced boy, pointed his short, stubby finger at Harry and shouted, "Mom! Look! Harry's eating roast meat! Our roast meat!"

Seeing Harry ignore everything and continue his rampage, Petunia's thin lips trembled, her face turned pale, and she stood at the door cursing:

"You! Despicable! Shameless! Ungrateful—"

"What are you yelling about! You're making such a racket just because I ate two ounces of your meat!"

Harry interrupted him, pulling out several crumpled bills from his pocket—his personal savings from years of mowing and pruning for Mrs. Figg.

"Can this money even buy you a meal?"

The Dursleys exchanged bewildered glances as they watched Harry devour the meat with gusto.

This is quite strange, like something out of a Shakespearean play. It sounds refined, yet it's also incredibly vulgar.

Looking at his brows, his imposing aura was undeniable; there was no trace of his submissive, jinxed appearance left.

But Dudley, so clueless, couldn't see that Harry had been completely transformed after his soul returned to the right path. His tiny eyes bulged open, "Dad! He stole our money again!"

Upon hearing this, Harry, fork in hand, slammed his fist on the table and rose angrily, shouting, "You scoundrel, don't spout nonsense! When did I ever steal anything from your family?!"

Although the language was crude, it was Old English, and Dudley couldn't understand it.

The word "pig" popped into his ears, and Vernon's large, fat face turned purple.

He rubbed his hands together and approached Harry, "Don't talk to me like that! Kid, you want to get what's coming to you again?!"

Penny stared wide-eyed like a dead fish, then nodded tremblingly in agreement, "That's right! Do you know how much money it cost us to raise you!"

Seeing his aunt and uncle's attitude, Harry thought to himself: "I have martial arts skills, I can earn a living anywhere, why should I put up with this humiliation?"

With that thought in mind, Harry said, "Alright, tell me my parents' names and where their graves are. We'll draw up a contract, and I'll repay all the money I've spent on your family over the years, with interest."

Upon hearing Harry's question about his parents, Vernon, whose fist, the size of a sandbag, was already raised halfway in the air, suddenly fell silent, and his purplish-brown face turned pale.

He looked at Penny, but the woman's thin lips were tightly pressed together, and she didn't say a word.

As the group confronted each other, the mailbox clicked, followed by the sound of an envelope falling to the ground.

Vernon's chest deflated like a punctured sheepskin raft as he glared at Harry and said, "You, get the letter!"

Seeing his reaction, Harry shook his head inwardly.

Although her uncle-in-law had a slight resemblance to her senior brother Zhishen, his temperament was far inferior to his senior brother's.

Since he felt obligated to help someone who had paid for his meal, Harry said no more and went to get the letter.

There were three letters, and upon checking the recipients, one of them turned out to be addressed to himself.

Harry thought to himself: "I have no friends on Privet Road, and I am all alone in the school. Could it be that Dudley is here to play a trick on me?"

Back at the restaurant, the Dursleys were already seated, but they remained silent as if they were eating their last meal.

Harry slammed the two letters on the table and went to remove the seals formed by the four beasts: lion, eagle, snake, and badger.

Vernon, sensing something was wrong, slammed his fist on the table and roared, "Boy! What are you holding?!"

"My letter."

"...Heh..." Vernon's fat face twitched. "Who would write to you? Your friends from your dreams?"

Harry ignored it and tore off the stamp on his own, but upon looking at it, he frowned.

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry? Are you inviting me to attend?"

magic?

Could it be the kind of magic that Gongsun Sheng possessed, capable of summoning wind and rain?

Upon hearing the word "Hogwarts," the Dursleys' expressions changed, and Vernon immediately jumped up and lunged at Harry.

Give me the letter!

Harry trained with Wu Song to improve his skills, and later became a disciple of Zhou Tong, a great swordsman from Shaanxi. His martial arts skills were second to none, and his Chuojiao Fanzimen style was also quite remarkable.

A sliding tackle passed between Vernon's legs, followed by several kicks to the back of his knees.

In an instant, Vernon, who looked like a bear, collapsed to his knees.

It is said: Though Harry is young, his kung fu is deeply ingrained; seeing Vernon's robust physique, all his showmanship is in vain. Don't laugh at a child who is not three feet tall; one kick from him can send you tumbling head over heels.

"ah!!!!!"

Penny yelled like a shrew, while Dudley, whose mouth was stuffed full of roast meat, was stunned and forgot to swallow.

Harry, annoyed, crumpled the letter into a ball and threw it at the source, yelling, "What are you yelling about!"

Even though it was a mere child giving orders, Penny quickly fell silent, still terrified.

Damn it!

We shouldn't have taken him in in the first place!

They should let those... wizards! handle it themselves!

With some peace and quiet, Harry pulled up a chair and came to Vernon.

"Has your uncle heard of Hogwarts?"

"Tell me about it."