The Insights of the Gods, Deducing the Forbidden Spells at Hogwarts

Marge was a towering figure, dressed in a garish mix of colors that made her look utterly tasteless.

But she seemed to enjoy it.

That kind of fashion sense suited her personality perfectly.

"Harry, have you reflected on your actions?"

Her sharp voice shattered the morning silence.

Harry jolted awake from his drowsiness.

Charlie was still by his side.

Seeing the owl, Harry pinched his cheek.

"So it wasn't a dream."

"There really is an owl that listens to me, nods along to my stories."

"Unbelievable."

Charlie found it hard to believe as well.

"You filthy little brat, did you hear me?!"

Marge's shrill voice grew even louder, and her words became nastier.

Harry, however, seemed accustomed to it.

Nothing good ever happened when this woman was around.

He had always wished she would just disappear from his life.

Marge was Vernon's sister, living on a farm in the countryside.

She frequently visited the Dursleys, but her attitude toward Harry was always horrendous.

If she was in a good mood, she would call him "boy."

If she was in a bad mood, she would call him a "brat", or worse.

She never missed a chance to remind him that he was nothing more than an unwanted freeloader.

Harry had long since stopped arguing back.

Some things were simply out of his control.

What frustrated him the most was that Marge was relentless.

She always found new ways to humiliate or punish him.

It was as if making him suffer brought her joy.

Or perhaps more joy.

"Marge, just take the dog away. I'll come down in a minute."

Harry spoke up.

"Oh no, you haven't apologized to my dog yet."

"Rude little brat, how can I help you if you don't even show remorse?"

"Compared to Dudley, you're nothing."

"I don't even know why Vernon bothers keeping a useless burden like you."

"But whatever. I won't argue with you. Just apologize to my darling boy first."

Marge crossed her arms, watching Harry with a twisted smirk.

Harry felt sick.

His expression darkened.

Apologize?

That dog had kept him trapped here all night.

He had already said sorry when he first tried to escape.

And who had listened?

Now, after an entire night had passed, she still wanted to torment him?

Did crushing his dignity really amuse her that much?

What angered Harry even more was that the wretched dog, after an entire night of standing guard, was now acting smug, barking at him arrogantly.

"No. I won't apologize."

Harry stood his ground.

He wasn't going to bow his head again.

Charlie watched him, nodding slightly.

The kid's got some backbone.

Good.

Since your big brother is here today…

I'll back you up.

With that thought, Charlie's eyes glowed with a faint purple light.

Marge paid no attention to the owl beside Harry.

Her grin widened even further.

She relished making Harry miserable.

She despised this intruder in their family.

"You're truly hopeless. I told Vernon and Petunia long ago, they should've just thrown you out."

"If you were on my farm, I'd have locked you up in the stables."

"No, actually, I'd toss you in the pigsty."

"Now, I'll count to three. You will apologize."

"If not, I won't take my darling away. He'll keep standing guard right here."

She whistled sharply.

The ugly dog beside her seemed to understand and barked at Harry in agreement.

But the very next moment

A strange purple gleam flickered in the dog's eyes.

Harry abruptly turned toward the owl.

He could feel it

A power unlike anything he had ever sensed before.

So familiar.

That warmth, an instinctive bond flowing through his bloodline.

Harry felt dazed for a moment.

Recently, his magic had started fluctuating.

Unexpected things kept happening around him.

He was gradually developing a sensitivity to these magical shifts.

And Charlie's magic

It felt inherently familiar, naturally compatible with his own.

Harry was incredibly perceptive.

But before he could think further,

The commotion beneath the tree caught his attention again.

The dog.

It suddenly let out a low growl.

Slowly, it turned toward Marge.

Its eyes filled with pure malice.

"Oh, darling, what's wrong? Are you hungry?"

Marge hadn't realized anything was off yet.

But soon

Sweat began forming on her forehead.

Her "darling" wasn't acting normal.

The dog's growls grew louder and more frequent.

Its gaze turned increasingly ferocious.

And it was staring at Marge with deadly focus.

Then, in an instant

A savage snarl.

The dog lunged.

And sank its teeth into her.

Marge shrieked.

She had no chance to dodge.

Her bulky frame made her slow and sluggish.

She could only cry out in pain, struggling to fight the beast off.

"Oh, darling, what's wrong with you?!"

"Why are you attacking me?! Wake up! I'm your mother!"

"Oh, heavens, it hurts"

"Darling, have you been possessed by a demon?!"

"Damn it! You filthy mutt!"

"VERNON! VERNON! HELP ME!"

Marge's screams pierced through the morning air.

The entire street stirred.

Windows creaked open as neighbors peeked outside.

Marge's massive body writhed like a bloated maggot.

Her ridiculous rose-red coat only made the scene more absurd.

Meanwhile

Harry's lips curled into a smirk.

Watching Marge suffer,

His heart soared with satisfaction.

Finally.

Marge was getting what she deserved.

With that thought,

Harry glanced at the owl beside him.

"Was it you?"

"If it was, thank you, my owl brother."

Charlie shot him a look.

Owl brother? I'm your brother, you idiot!

For a brief moment

As Marge flailed and thrashed,

Her eyes locked onto Charlie's.

A deep, bone-chilling fear seized her.

A ridiculous thought surfaced in her mind

This owl… is a demon!