A Certain Scientific Harry Potter

His cousin and aunt were already there.

Dudley's bruised face wore a smile of clear schadenfreude, as if mocking Harry for bringing this upon himself; Petunia's eyes remained cold, though her slightly trembling lips seemed to betray a hint of sorrow.

As for Vernon behind them, he was in a state of pure, unadulterated rage, like a boar ready to charge at any moment.

The Dursley Family stared at Harry in unison, and the atmosphere in the living room was suffocatingly oppressive...

Chapter 4 The Protagonist is Being Watched

"I really can't imagine, Harry... that you would actually do such a thing."

In the living room, after a period of oppressive silence, Petunia spoke first.

Her voice was flat, yet this was merely the calm before the storm, for a second later, shrill and vicious curses filled the entire room!

"You are just like your mother, a damn freak, a bastard who only brings trouble to this family! We must have been blind to ever agree to take you in!!"

"He's nothing but an ungrateful mongrel!" Vernon's fan-sized palm slammed into Harry's chest, sending him stumbling backward.

Yet his anger remained unspent, and he continued to point at Harry's nose, screaming, "Even a dog knows how to please its master! We've raised you for so long, and instead of showing any gratitude, you go and report us. You are absolutely despicable!!"

"Reported?!" Harry was suddenly startled. Was this what the Dursley Family was angry about?

"Don't you dare try to deny what you've done... You? Where do you think you're going, you bastard?!"

Vernon was still in the middle of his tirade when, caught off guard, Harry suddenly turned and bolted out the door before he could react!

"You bastard! You can't escape, Harry, you mongrel! I will definitely drag you back!!" Seeing this, Vernon hurriedly mobilized the whole family, giving chase to the fleeing Harry.

"Why on earth..." Harry ignored the curses behind him, focusing all his attention on the reason behind this.

He had specifically waited until after work hours yesterday to submit the report, yet the matter had been exposed this morning. This made no sense!

Vernon was just a regular supervisor at a Drill Company; how could he possibly have such powerful connections to suppress both the Social Services Department and the police?!

To figure out who was backing the Dursley Family, Harry had to make another trip to the Social Services Department!

Running at full speed, Harry soon reached his destination, but just as he was about to rush inside, he nearly collided with someone at the entrance.

"Mrs. Figg?" After barely steadying himself, Harry was stunned. He hadn't expected to run into this acquaintance here.

Mrs. Figg was an elderly woman who lived alone two streets away from the Dursley Family, and she kept many cats of various colors.

She was one of the few people who were relatively kind to Harry. Whenever the Dursley Family needed to get rid of Harry—such as during family trips or when guests arrived—Harry would be entrusted to Mrs. Figg's care.

To Harry, although this old woman was a bit eccentric, he felt he should be grateful to her.

But Harry had no time to greet her now; he had to find the social worker from yesterday and figure out what had happened!

"Don't look, Harry..." Mrs. Figg suddenly stepped sideways, blocking Harry's view as he tried to peer inside. "There have been some staff changes at the Social Services Department. The previous social worker has resigned, and your case has been entrusted to someone else."

"Resigned?" Harry was taken aback, but he immediately reacted, asking in a cold voice, "Mrs. Figg, I never knew you were a social worker!"

Harry had to admit that he felt a bit hurt.

On the way here, he had imagined many reasons, but he never expected that the person involved in this would be Mrs. Figg, who had always taken such good care of him!

"Harry, listen to my advice, don't be so stubborn." Mrs. Figg patted Harry's shoulder, trying to persuade him earnestly. "No matter what, your uncle and aunt are your only living relatives."

"Go back, Harry... You might find it hard to understand right now, but the Dursley house... really is the best place for you."

Meow~

A cat's whimper drifted eerily from behind Mrs. Figg, and at that moment, Harry's eyes turned ice-cold!

He was being watched!

Since yesterday afternoon... no, it should be said that ever since he was sent to the Dursley Family at the age of one, he had been watched!

Harry had transmigrated as an infant, so he remembered everything that happened to the original protagonist in his childhood.

After Voldemort killed the original protagonist's parents and retreated in defeat, he was brought here by Hagrid on a flying motorcycle, Professor McGonagall had turned into a cat and crouched outside the Dursley house for an entire day, and... it had been decided that he would be adopted by the Dursley Family!

Send him to his aunt and uncle's house; they are his only family now.

This is the best place for him.

What Mrs. Figg just said to Harry was exactly the same as what that person had said back then!

"You bastard Harry! You can't run now!!"

A panting Dudley grabbed Harry's arm, while Vernon, just as exhausted as a dead dog, grabbed his collar. Harry did not resist, letting them drag him back to the Dursley house.

Throughout the journey, he kept chanting that person's name in his mind.

The one who dumped him at the Dursley house, forbade him from leaving, and had been sending people to watch him all this time...

Albus Dumbledore!!

Chapter 5 A Car is Essential for Escape

Upon returning, Harry was, as expected, grounded.

If this had been a few years ago, angering the Dursley Family like this would surely have resulted in a brutal beating, but because Harry's magical outbursts were becoming increasingly violent, Vernon and Petunia clearly didn't dare to provoke him too much now.

Thus, grounding became their favorite form of punishment.

Vernon used a simple bolt to lock the door to the cupboard under the stairs. If nothing went wrong, Harry wouldn't be getting any food for the next two or three days.

However, Harry was not about to sit idly by and wait for his doom!

He had long since anticipated the possibility of his plan failing, so he naturally had a Plan B ready.

Late at night, the Dursley Family, who had spent the entire day cursing and raving, were now snoring like thunder.

Inside the cupboard under the stairs, Harry tiptoed as he got dressed. He lifted a floorboard beneath his bedding, revealing a small hidden compartment he had fashioned for emergencies.

After confirming that everyone was fast asleep, Harry took out a hacksaw he had prepared in advance and began to slowly file away at the bolt on the outside of the door through the gap.

The lock Vernon had installed wasn't actually very sturdy, so Harry managed to saw through the bolt quite quickly. In fact, if he hadn't been worried about making too much noise, he could have just rammed the door open to get out.

Leaving the cupboard, Harry moved an armchair from the living room, carefully carried it up to the second floor, and snuck into the bedroom of the Dursley couple.

This was the most dangerous, yet most crucial, step of his escape plan!

"Phew... found it! It really is here~"

After gingerly taking the car keys from Vernon's coat pocket and carefully closing the bedroom door, Harry couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

Harry's body was far too frail; if he had tried to run away on his own, he likely would have been caught again before long.

Therefore, he had to make use of Vernon's beat-up old car!

And his estimation was spot on: every night he was locked away, the Dursley Family treated it like a holiday celebration, so they were sure to be sleeping soundly and would never anticipate Harry's actions!

Using the chair he had brought up to wedge the door handle, Harry didn't forget to pack a large portion of food from the kitchen as rations for his flight before leaving the house, feeling quite satisfied.

Of course, before he could start the car and officially make his escape, there was one final setup to complete.

He brought over the long ladder used for roof maintenance and propped it up against the windowsill of the Dursley couple's bedroom... Vernon was always making him do these grueling chores, so Harry still had enough strength for this.

That man hadn't repaired the roof in quite some time, so he surely wouldn't know that Harry had already tampered with the ladder!

Vroom, vroom~

The old car engine let out a low, muffled rumble, and Harry managed to start it without much effort.

He had held a driver's license in his past life. Although driving habits in England might differ slightly from those in China, Harry had watched Vernon drive enough times that picking it up again was easy.

Of course, due to his height, Harry needed to pad the seat with a few bricks... driving in a near-standing position allowed him to reach the gas and brake pedals more easily.

He slowly started the car, but he didn't leave just yet; instead, he parked it right in front of the Dursley house.

After that, Harry grabbed a brick left over from padding his seat and hurled it with all his might at the Dursley couple's bedroom window!

Crash!!

The sound of shattering glass was followed by a flurry of panicked screams, and soon, the furious and shocked figures of the Dursley couple appeared at the window.

"Harry?! You little bastard, you actually got out, and you dare to touch that car!!"

Vernon roared in uncontrollable rage, while Petunia immediately ran to open the door, but no matter how hard she pulled, the door wouldn't budge!

"Oh, damn it! The door won't open!!"

Obviously, the door handle had long since been wedged shut by Harry with the chair; how could it possibly open so easily?

"Harry, don't you think you can get away! You just wait..."

Snap!

With the door unable to open, Vernon didn't have time to think and stepped directly onto the ladder by the window, but before he could descend even a few steps, the entire ladder suddenly snapped in the middle!

"Ugh! Harry... you, you bastard!!"

Vernon fell heavily from the ladder to the ground, the pain so intense he couldn't even speak properly, let alone get up to continue the chase.

"My dear Uncle and Aunt, it's so dark out, you don't need to see me off! Besides, this matter won't end here. Just wait... for the police to come knocking at your door!!"

Casting a cold glance at the Dursley couple, Harry slammed his foot on the gas and drove off into the distance~

Today's fall was just a little interest on the debt owed by the Dursley Family; Harry's ultimate goal was still to send these ignorant relatives to prison!!

The car sped along the wide road. Looking at the road signs flashing by, Harry's mood began to brighten once again.

However, he didn't let his guard down, because he had only completed the initial task of 'escaping the Dursley house'.

Next, he had to go to the social services headquarters and the police station, which held higher administrative authority, to file further reports.

Problems that couldn't be solved by a regional court could be appealed to a higher court; anyone with a slight understanding of the law should know that.

Harry had no other way to resolve his predicament, so he had to persevere and continue down the legal path to sanction the Dursley Family!

Of course, while seeking judicial assistance, he would also leak the story to powerful media outlets like The Guardian and The Times, absolutely determined to broadcast the crimes of the Dursley Family across Surrey, the capital, and even the entire country!

So... next stop, the English capital—London!

The new confrontation has begun~

Harry versus the Dursleys... no, it should be Harry versus Dumbledore, who stood behind the Dursleys!

He absolutely did not believe that the old wizard with the scruffy beard could cover the sky with one hand across all of England!!

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Chapter 6: A Pub is the Best Place to Hide

That night, Harry successfully drove the car to the outskirts of London.

Surrey is not far from London, only a few dozen kilometers by car. Even though Harry only knew the general direction, he could reach his destination quickly by following the road signs.

However, he was smart enough not to drive directly into the London city center, instead abandoning the beat-up car, which was old enough to be scrapped, on the outskirts and entering the bustling, ancient British capital on foot.

The closer he got to the city, the more likely he was to encounter police on night patrol. Harry was currently driving without a license, and if he were discovered by the police, they would surely notify the Dursley family to come and collect him immediately.

Therefore, he could not drive in the city, and naturally, he could not linger on the main bustling streets for too long either. After walking alone in a hurry for a while, Harry pushed open a door and ducked into an inconspicuous little pub.

If everything went according to plan, places like this pub would be his temporary lodging at night while he "petitioned the imperial court" over the next few days.

With casual movements designed to be as inconspicuous as possible, he carefully dodged the patrons who were drinking heavily and chose a spot in a corner, leaning back to doze off with his eyes narrowed.

At the same time, he began to calculate his action plan for the coming days in his mind.

A fall into the pit, a gain in your wit; he had been under surveillance his entire life, so it was hard to say whether the other party had eyes and ears here in England as well.

Therefore, Harry could not report this under his real name this time, nor could he deal with the police for the moment, lest his personal information be leaked and he be ordered home on the grounds of being a minor, causing all his efforts to be wasted!

So, he decided to first write complaint letters to the social work headquarters and some smaller newspapers, anonymously exposing the facts of "child abuse by the Dursley family" and "dereliction of duty by the Little Whinging Social Services Department," so that the government and the media would notice the matter and initiate an investigation on their own.

Once this incident made waves, he would then leak the matter to media giants like The Guardian and The Times, striving to maximize the exposure of the incident.

Only when this incident rose to the level of London or even the entire British nation would it be time for him to formally seek judicial intervention!