Aunt Petunia said with a forced smile, "Unfortunately, I'm not."
Seeing Aunt Petunia's expression, the sensible Harry directly changed the topic: "Can you tell me about this magic school? What about wizards?"
Petunia took a deep breath and told Harry what she knew.
Uncle Vernon angrily used his thick hands to cover his ears. Obviously, he didn't want to hear anything about magic.
After listening to Aunt Petunia's stammering, emotionless narration, Harry had a general understanding of the magical world.
It was quite novel, like a fairy tale, with magical creatures and witches.
But why do wizards use a small wooden stick to cast spells?
Aunt Petunia even said that if they lost this small wooden stick, wizards couldn't even cast magic.
Harry thought of the magic in Heroes of Might and Magic 3. He didn't need any kind of small wooden stick as a casting medium.
Spells like Slow Down and Attack Speed Up, he could cast them with a thought, and he could apply them to others with just a glance.
He could even do it without anyone noticing.
When the bullies at school bullied him, Harry used the Slow Down spell on them, and they didn't even realize they had been hit.
According to Aunt Petunia, the power of these spells wasn't very strong, and they would be more suitable for doing housework.
Harry remained skeptical because Aunt Petunia couldn't do magic either. She had only heard about it.
Harry remained skeptical about anything he hadn't seen with his own eyes.
Even things he had seen with his own eyes might not be the truth.
This was the life lesson that Peng Ying Zong taught him.
He kept it firmly in his heart.
But, Aunt Petunia said that wizards could freely change the shape of an object and even change its nature.
For example, turning a piece of wood into a needle, a big fat pig.
This was obviously beyond Harry's imagination. In the Heroes of Might and Magic series he had learned, there was no such operation at all.
The magic he learned was mostly related to combat.
Although some buff spells were very useful in other areas.
Like healing.
He could completely become a doctor, as long as he could get a professional license.
External injuries were no problem for him.
"The letter said that they use owls to reply..." Harry pondered for a moment, is the magical world still stuck in the Middle Ages?
They still use animals to transport mail.
Maybe the magical world is in some special place that postmen can't reach.
Harry could only comfort himself in this way.
"Are these owls the postmen of the magical world?" Harry asked.
"It should be like that. They usually use owls to send letters," Aunt Petunia nodded.
"Where am I going to get an owl to reply?" Harry obviously had a headache.
Then he thought of something. He walked to the door, opened it, and looked outside.
An owl, defying its natural habits, was standing on the wall, looking at him in the daytime.
"Is that it?" Harry could sense something different about this owl.
But after thinking about it, he didn't immediately send a letter back to the school.
He wanted to tell his master about it.
Over the past 5 years, Peng Ying Zong had already become like a father to Harry in his heart.
He was the first one to care about him, the first to cook such delicious food for him, the first to teach him about life, and there were countless "firsts" that Harry always looked forward to.
They were all given to him by Peng Ying Zong.
Now, he was going to this magic school. He should tell him about it.
If he didn't agree, then he wouldn't go. He would stay with his master and learn culinary arts.
Master all the dishes of the Yanchi Xi as soon as possible.
He was only 11 years old, and he had set a two-year goal for himself to master all the dishes in Yanchi Xi.
A 13-year-old genius chef who mastered all the dishes of the Tan family and numerous Chinese cuisines would be sought after anywhere.
Wealth would be within his grasp.
As for magic, he knew how to do it, and he could continuously develop it. He didn't have to go to any magic school to learn it.
Thinking about this, Harry glanced at the owl on the wall.
It was staring at him expectantly, waiting for him to summon it, to fly to him with his envelope and report to Hogwarts.
"Click." Harry closed the door.
The owl tilted its head, obviously a little confused about what was happening. It let out a clear chirp.
Back in the house, Harry looked at his watch, then looked up at his aunt and uncle and said, "I'll go to work first."
"You, aren't you going to reply?" Petunia asked hesitantly.
"I'll ask Master first," Harry said.
Petunia nodded.
Harry left the house, didn't look at the owl that was waiting for him, and headed towards the restaurant.
At home.
Petunia glanced at Vernon. He had put down his thick hands.
His face was complicated.
"If Harry chooses to go to magic school..." Petunia didn't finish her sentence.
Vernon rudely interrupted her, "Then let him go. Do you think we can stop him from facing those people?"
Vernon laughed mockingly, "Even now, we can't stop that kid's decision, can we?"
Petunia didn't say anything and chose to remain silent.
When he arrived at the restaurant, Harry found Peng Ying Zong and told him about it. He also showed him the envelope in his hand.
Peng Ying Zong looked at the envelope in his hand with a serious expression.
After a while, he said, "Nowadays, the methods of scams are still varied. Using magic school as an excuse to deceive someone is indeed the first time I've seen it."
Harry couldn't help but laugh, "Master, this is real. You know I can do magic, obviously I'm not the only one. Magic does exist in this world."
Peng Ying Zong looked at Harry and said, "What do you think?"
Harry hesitated for a moment before saying, "Aunt Petunia said that my parents were students at this school."
"Then go," Peng Ying Zong nodded.
"It's a rare opportunity to learn about your parents. How could I stop you?" Peng Ying Zong said with a smile.
"But, Master, is it okay if I leave the restaurant?" Harry felt a warmth in his heart and expressed his concern.
"It's fine, your master I, can hold on for a few more decades," Peng Ying Zong dispelled Harry's worries.
"By the way, does this school have holidays?" Peng Ying Zong hesitated for a moment before asking.
"Yes, there are Christmas and summer holidays. It's the same as a normal school," Harry nodded.
"Okay, then, when you have a holiday, you can come back and I'll teach you the dishes from the Yanchi Xi," Peng Ying Zong nodded.
"Thank you, Master," Harry couldn't help but shed tears.
He walked over and hugged Peng Ying Zong. His height only reached Peng Ying Zong's chest.
Peng Ying Zong hugged him with one hand and gently patted his head with the other.
Just like a father.