A Certain Scientific Harry Potter

Immediately after... a rain of fists came crashing down!

Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump!

It sounded like a drumstick beating against a flour sack, or perhaps someone striking a slab of quivering fat. Amidst the continuous blur of punches, Dudley's head began to transform into a pig's snout at an alarming speed.

"You're nothing but a stupid pig!" The boy, putting his all into it, straddled Dudley, his curses laced with unadulterated satisfaction.

"Dudley, my dear cousin, do you know how long I've waited for this day? From the very first day you bullied me, I've been waiting for this chance to beat you so badly that even your aunt and uncle wouldn't recognize you!!"

"Damn it! Harry, you little..."

POW!!

A heavy punch landed squarely on Dudley's face, forcing the curse he was about to unleash back down his throat.

"Ugh... Harry, just you wait! I'm definitely going to tell Piers about this, and from now on, we'll beat you up every single day! I... I'll tell Mom and Dad, you're absolutely finished... ah!!"

Dudley struggled wildly while frantically threatening Harry, but Harry's fists were like a relentless spring rain, never stopping for a single moment!

It wasn't until those nasty curses turned into pathetic pleas and whimpers that Harry finally stopped, feeling unsatisfied, and took a moment to stretch his sore, aching arms.

"My, my, hitting people really is hard work~"

His body was far too frail, to the point where even beating someone up left him panting for breath.

If he could have truly taken down Dudley head-on, why would he have needed to resort to low-down tricks like throwing sand or tripping him?

And why would he have needed to wait until now to launch his counterattack?!

As a transmigrator, Harry knew exactly how to train to become strong, but he had never been able to engage in such exercise.

Exercise makes you hungry, but Harry was never fed enough to be full.

Vernon Dursley and Petunia Dursley, Harry's uncle and aunt—the disparity between Harry's physique and Dudley's was all the proof one needed of how they treated him.

And the unfair treatment Harry had suffered at the Dursley house over the years wasn't just about being underfed.

Verbal abuse, beatings, being locked in a cupboard, and the embezzlement of his own government assistance!

Current laws stipulated that every child born in England was entitled to a weekly child benefit of 20 pounds from the government from birth until the age of sixteen.

If there was a second child in the family, they could receive an additional 13.4 pounds.

This money for milk and necessities was tied to the child; even if the child's parents were gone, not a single penny would be missing, and it would be accurately delivered to the current guardian.

Therefore, the Dursleys actually received over a dozen pounds in profit every week for taking Harry in... yet they spent less than half of that amount on him!

Sometimes, Harry really wanted to ask his Uncle Vernon if he felt even a shred of shame when he went to collect that money every week.

However, whether Vernon had a conscience or not no longer mattered.

Looking down at his handiwork, Dudley had completely lost the strength to struggle and was now lying on the ground, twitching.

"Go ahead and tattle about today all you want, see if anyone believes a word you say~" Harry sneered dismissively. "Dudley Dursley beaten to the point of having no power to fight back by Harry Potter? I guarantee you, that's the perfect joke for the New Year!!"

"Besides... considering the 'care' your family has shown me all these years, your parents have their own problems to worry about now!!"

POW!!

Clasping his hands together, Harry delivered one final, vicious blow to Dudley's head. He then ignored his cousin, who was left wailing on the ground, and stood up to leave the deserted alleyway.

Beating him up was just a side task; going to the Social Services Department in Little Whinging to submit his report was his true objective for the day.

He was going to use the law to pay back everything the Dursley family had inflicted upon him over the years!

"Dursleys... are you ready to face the judgment of the law?!"

(p.s. New book uploaded, please show your support~

Also, regarding the relationship between love and blood protection, I've already written about it in a long review.

Sacrificial protection brought about by love and protection tied to blood are two completely different things. Feel free to take a look if you're interested, that's all~)

Chapter 2: Relatives Must Be Reported

At the Social Services Department in Little Whinging, when Harry noticed the young, pretty social worker casting a look of pity his way, he immediately put on a suitably lonely and helpless expression.

"Everything they've done to me, I've written it all down here... I really don't know why they would treat me this way? They are my uncle and aunt, my own family! I... I really wanted to pretend that none of this ever happened... but I just can't hold on anymore..."

A tearful performance, combined with the embellishment of his own experiences—Harry gave himself a nine out of ten.

After all, he wasn't a proud man.

What the Dursley family had done to him would certainly make anyone in this country weep with sorrow. Moreover, social workers in England were government service personnel who frequently dealt with the elderly, children, and other special groups; they were never lacking in sympathy.

Harry was certain that after hearing his story, the social worker before him would surely empathize with him!

"Oh, you poor child, if that's really the case, then your situation is truly tragic!"

Sure enough, after reading the materials, the social worker took Harry's hand with a pained expression, her eyes reddening as she began to complain about the heartless couple mentioned in the report.

"It seems they've been truly terrible to you; your hands are even red and swollen!!"

"Uh... yes, they are~"

Harry glanced down at his slightly reddened knuckles, a flash of embarrassment crossing his face.

His hands were indeed hot and itchy at the moment, but it wasn't because of abuse—it was because he had been too enthusiastic while beating up Dudley and had accidentally bruised them...

"Poor child, I have already reported this matter to my supervisor. Rest assured, the police will absolutely intervene and investigate immediately!" the social worker comforted Harry gently. "Please believe that we will not let those who abuse children go unpunished! Both the law and God are on your side!"

"Thank you. I have always believed that the law would grant me justice, especially here in England!"

After leaving the Social Services Department, Harry felt so happy he could practically fly.

The dark, cramped cupboard under the stairs, the cousin who bullied him, the sharp-tongued aunt, the uncle so fat he had no neck... Harry could finally say goodbye to the entire Dursley Family!

He had been looking forward to the social worker helping him leave that hateful place at Number 4 Privet Drive; otherwise, he wouldn't have endured it until the age of nine, waiting until the end of 1989!

Just this year, England had promulgated the latest Children Act, and the United Nations had also recently issued the Convention on the Rights of the Child. As one of the permanent members of the Security Council and a country with one of the most comprehensive child welfare systems in the world, the nation's concern for children's issues was self-evident.

Before he transmigrated, Harry had been a semi-legal professional. Although he hadn't experienced these things personally, he was quite familiar with them.

Therefore, from the very first day he suffered the mistreatment of the Dursley Family, he had been secretly gathering evidence of the couple's abuse of an orphan, patiently waiting for the Children Act to be passed!

With the evidence in his hands, combined with the intervention of social workers and the police, he could absolutely send the Dursleys to prison if nothing went wrong!

Meow~

A lazy whimper drifted from the street corner. Harry turned his head and saw a tabby cat out for a stroll.

Its leisurely pace and free demeanor made Harry yearn for the same.

Perhaps he would still have to deal with the hateful Dursley Family when he got home today.

However, the freedom that belonged to him should arrive very soon!

"Harry! Damn it, get over here!"

As expected, no sooner had Harry arrived home, still happy from his trip, than his uncle's roar arrived right on cue, and he was immediately dragged into the living room by Vernon.

There, his bruised and swollen cousin was huddled in the arms of his aunt Petunia, sobbing.

"Oh, it's him! He hit me, Harry the bastard did it!!" Upon seeing Harry, Dudley's wailing increased by several levels.

"Harry... what on earth is going on here?!" Vernon shoved his purple-faced visage in front of Harry, questioning him sinisterly. "Tell me, what exactly did you do to my precious Dudders?!"

"I didn't do anything. Perhaps he brought it on himself." Harry's gaze was cold; this family always had a knack for ruining anyone's good mood instantly.

The Dursleys didn't necessarily believe Dudley's accusation, but to appease the anger of their little prince, Vernon chose to take it out on Harry!

"You didn't do anything? You went out with Dudley, who else could it be but you?!" Vernon gripped Harry's collar tightly, roaring relentlessly.

Sure enough, he didn't care about the truth; he just wanted to pin the blame on Harry!

And this behavior finally ignited the anger Harry had been suppressing for so long!

"I said... he brought it on himself!!!"

An invisible shockwave spread rapidly from Harry through the living room, shattering every cup and ornament it touched. Even the heavy Vernon was knocked over, falling to the ground in disbelief!

For a moment, the entire Dursley household was deathly silent; even Dudley was too terrified to cry.

Chapter 3 Magic is Constantly Suppressed

The living room was a mess. Vernon, sprawled on the floor, Petunia, with her neck stretched out, and the trembling Dudley were all staring in terror at the culprit who had caused this scene—Harry.

However, before they could react, Harry immediately took to his heels, fleeing the 'crime scene' and ducking into his tiny cupboard under the stairs.

"Bastard! Harry, you little bastard, get out here right now!!"

Having recovered, Vernon pounded violently on the door of the cupboard, spewing profanities from the outside, yet Harry, curled up on his small bed, turned a deaf ear to it all.

"Ugh... is it becoming harder to control, this damn magic!" His body trembled violently, and the muscles in his face twitched as if in a spasm, as if he were enduring extreme pain.

It wasn't until a good while later that his expression appeared to relax slightly.

His clothes were almost soaked through with sweat, but Harry was so exhausted he didn't even want to move a finger, just lying on the bed, gasping for air.

Magic outbursts were already a common occurrence for Harry.

When he discovered he had transmigrated as the protagonist of a well-known IP, Harry's first reaction wasn't joy, but deep helplessness.

Because unlike those transmigrators who started off with overpowered cheat codes, he sadly didn't have any such perks.

All Harry could rely on was the knowledge he had learned in his previous life and his innate good memory.

However, what was even more tragic was that his memory was basically useless because he didn't know the plot.

Regarding the Harry Potter series, the only thing Harry had ever seen was the movie Sorcerer's Stone, and he had watched the Chinese dubbed version at that.

Therefore, apart from the names of a few protagonists and the fact that there was a boss named Voldemort, Harry's understanding of the wizarding world was basically zero.

A beggar-level start was easy to collapse. Harry knew very well that he didn't possess any protagonist halo, so he never intended to confront the boss from the moment he arrived.

Come on, isn't it better to just honestly lay low in the real world?

With the knowledge from his previous life, whether Harry became a detective or a doctor in the future, he would definitely live a very comfortable life. Why on earth would he want to provoke a terrifying guy like Voldemort?

Therefore, Harry had always firmly believed that as long as he could leave the Dursley Family, and hide in the real world—perhaps even changing his name or identity—trouble would never come knocking on his door!

Holding onto this thought, Harry had been doing his best to suppress his burgeoning magic, trying hard to live like a... or at least look like a normal person.

A side note here: if Harry had watched the spin-off Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them before he transmigrated, he might have regretted his choice.

However, he hadn't even finished the main series, which destined him to be a bit naive when dealing with magic outbursts.

What made Harry feel even more sorrowful was that even though he had endured so much over the years, showing his gratitude and kindness more than once, the Dursley Family's attitude toward him remained absolutely terrible.

As Harry grew older, his magic became increasingly difficult to control, which in turn caused his emotions to become unstable, occasionally leading to the kind of trouble he had caused before.

Harry could tell that the Dursley Family was terrified of his magical outbursts, yet every time one occurred, the severity of their mistreatment toward him would only intensify!

Because of this, Harry often felt that he had been suppressed in this environment for too long, causing his mindset to become unbalanced to the point where he could no longer perfectly suppress his own magic!

If the Dursley Family, these so-called relatives, had been friendly to him from the start, or even just managed to coexist peacefully, Harry wouldn't have had to resort to the move of reporting them!

In any case, everything was about to be revealed.

Perhaps when tomorrow's sun rose, he would be able to completely escape the cage that was the Dursley household!

With this expectation in mind, Harry fell into a deep sleep in the dim cupboard under the stairs.

The next day...

Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang, bang!!

Early in the morning, Harry was awakened by a pounding on the door that sounded as if it were trying to tear the house down.

"Get up! You damn brat, do you still have the nerve to sleep there? Get your backside to the living room right now!!"

Hearing Vernon's roar, which sounded as if he wanted to eat him alive, a bleary-eyed Harry woke up with a start, only to be dragged and shoved into the living room by his uncle, who had burst through the door.