"Jerry, over here!"
At the Leaky Cauldron, Harry waved and called out when he saw Jerry and Hermione walk in laden with bags of all kinds.
"You've already bought all your school supplies? I was planning to take you shopping! I know Diagon Alley like the back of my hand!" Harry took the heavy books and brand-new school uniforms from Jerry, then called over to Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, asking him to bring Jerry and Hermione a cold drink each.
"So, Harry, you really ran away from your aunt's house? And you've been staying at the Leaky Cauldron all this time?" Hermione asked curiously, holding Crookshanks in her arms.
"Hermione, you don't understand! I'm not like you two. I don't look forward to the holidays at all, and I absolutely loathe the Dursley family!" The mention of the Dursleys made Harry visibly irritable and impatient. "That week Aunt Marge came to visit them was sheer hell for me! I hate the Dursleys, but Aunt Marge is even worse. She actually insulted my parents to my face!"
"Aunt Marge is Uncle Vernon's older sister, so she's not actually related to me by blood, but she's unbearable. She's far worse than you could possibly imagine! She's an arrogant, conceited, selfish, vicious, coldhearted bully, even worse than Uncle Vernon!" In an instant, Harry poured out every insult he could think of. "Even Aunt Petunia has to put up with her horrible personality! I really hate her!"
"I still remember when I was little, at Dudley's birthday party, Aunt Marge hit me hard on the shins with her walking stick, just to make sure I couldn't beat Dudley at a game. At Christmas, she actually gave me dog biscuits as a present. Another time, she let her bulldog chase me and