Harry Potter and the Flying Squad (01) - Sahits

Inside the bag were three rolls and an enormous piece of sausage. At the first moments, just
holding the food was hurting as much as with the furniture before. But Harry felt great.
Maybe, he thought, the turning points in your life were marked by sausages.
The break had done a small wonder, which held for quite a while. Then it was the routine that
kept him moving. Then it was the thought of a desk and a chair ... Then it was five o'clock.
Harry already knew which pieces to take - each turn had been marked by a glance at the
selected items, a desk, a chair, a small filing cabinet. There weren't lamps around - so what,
his wand did the job.
A semi truck appeared, came closer, stopped. The man jumped out, looked at Harry's
selection. "Them?"
Harry nodded.
Before he could move, the desk was on the loading space, followed by the cabinet. He just
found the time to pass the chair into the man's hand - one hand, for a chair, this figure didn't
bother using two arms.
"Jump in, son."
They reached the Dursley home. Examining the building, the man asked, "This your parent's
house?"
"My relatives."
A glance from the driver's seat. "I see."
They moved the desk upstairs together. Stepping down, they passed an open-mouthed Dudley,
who took care not to come closer than two yards in their path.
With the second turn, the man took the cabinet, Harry the chair. When they had deposited the
pieces in Harry's room, the man reached in his pocket and came up with a business card. "If
you want to work for money, son - gimme a call." The man looked at the door, turned back to
Harry. "The offer goes to the person, not the house. - Same with the money ... Good night."
"Thank you, sir ... Good night."
Some minutes later, Harry walked downstairs for supper, reached the table, sat down.
Uncle Vernon breathed heavily. "You've lost your right to sit with us ... Leave the room!"
"Fine with me." Harry stood up, pointed his wand toward the table. "Accio cibum."
The plates of uncle Vernon and of Dudley flew through the room into his hands.
Upstairs, Harry celebrated the first meal at his new table. It was great, although not coming
close to the lunch. And of course too much by far. He deposited the leftovers in Dudley's
room.
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