In Sirius's wedding photos of his parents, Harry never saw his aunt and uncle.

They didn't make it to the wedding, but with what he knew about his parents, there was no way her mother hadn't invited the Dursleys.

Judging by Uncle Vernon's tone, perhaps there was a problem between the two parties when they first met......

Harry would have tried to figure it out, figure out what his father had said to Uncle Vernon, or make Uncle Vernon apologize to his father, and if he was more excited, he would have taken out his wand and done something to his aunt, just like he had blown up his aunt three years ago at this time. But it didn't matter now, he knew something about his father, and knew that he wasn't as perfect as he thought he was.

Perhaps, it wasn't Uncle Vernon who was at fault......

For Harry at this time, the past hatred of the Dursleys was nothing!

Although he was still reluctant to admit it, Harry had actually forgiven them in his heart, or he didn't take it to heart.

What used to be the most important thing in his heart has become less important as he has grown older.

Once, he tried every possible way to integrate into the family and wanted to be approved by his aunt and uncle.

But time and time again, he received nothing but disappointment and unfairness, as well as growing disappointment and hatred.

Until now, Harry remembered the thoughts he had when he was a child, but it didn't matter anymore, there was a bigger world waiting for him.

Looking back, the little house that has been imprisoning him all along, his aunts and uncles are not as bad as he once thought.

They had their own opinions, much like most Muggles did towards wizards, and the Dursleys took Harry in knowing they were dangerous.

This is already a remarkable move for a Muggle family.

They could have sent Harry to an orphanage, just as Voldemort had done, even with Dumbledore's letter......

Sixteen years ago, Voldemort personally chose Harry and gave him the mark, but his misfortune was not replicated in Harry. As Dumbledore once said, his childhood at the Dursleys may not have been so good, but he was still protected, raised as an adult, and learned what love was!

Yes, love!

Harry remembered what Evan had said to him, and persuaded him to apologize to Snape on behalf of his father, although he felt that he might not forgive Snape in his life, but the Dursleys were not Snape, and some words were not as difficult as they thought.

"If my dad told you something unreasonable, I apologize for him. Harry suddenly said to Uncle Vernon, his voice low but unmistakably reaching the ears of everyone present, "And, goodbye!"

Vernon Dursley froze, as if he hadn't expected Harry to say that.

For a moment, he looked at Harry blankly, not knowing what he was thinking, and waved his hand irritably.

"Boy, what stupid are you talking about, I ...... Damn, we're not going to go?! Dursley left the room unnaturally.

"Yes, yes!" said Dedalo Dego, who had just watched the scenes in confusion, and did not seem to understand the strange relationship between Harry and the Dursleys, and then he seemed to come back to his senses when Vernon Dursley urged him again, "We really have to go, Harry......"

He hurried forward and grabbed Harry's hand tightly with both hands.

"Good luck, I hope we will meet in the future, and the hope of the wizarding world will fall on your shoulders. ”

"Oh!" said Harry, "yes, thank you. ”

"Goodbye, Harry!" said Hesty, holding his hand tightly, "We'll miss you." ”

"Hope everything goes well. Harry said, glancing at Aunt Petunia and Dudley.

"Oh, I'm sure we'll be good friends. Di Ge said happily, waved his hat, and left the living room.

Hesty followed, and Dudley gently broke free from his mother's embrace and walked towards Harry.

Harry had to resist the urge to threaten him with magic, and Dudley held out his fat, pink hand. Aunt Penny sobbed again, and Harry held out his hand, he felt that Dudley had changed a lot, but since he had just said those things to Aunt Vernon, it didn't seem to be a big deal.

Ever since Harry rescued Dudley from the Dementors, their relationship had changed.

"Goodbye, Harry. Dudley said, and he suddenly came up and hugged Harry, "I'm going to miss you." ”

"Okay...... I'll miss you, too, maybe......" Harry said uncertainly, breaking free from Dudley's embrace, "Take care, Brother D." ”

Dudley almost smiled, then staggered out of the living room.

Harry heard his heavy footsteps on the gravel driveway, and then with a thud, the door slammed shut.

Hearing this, Aunt Petunia, who had been burying her face in her handkerchief, looked up.

At this time, the two of them were the only ones left in the living room.

She didn't seem to expect to be alone with Harry, so she hurriedly slipped the wet handkerchief into her pocket and said, "Okay, goodbye." ”

Then, without looking at Harry, she strode towards the door.

"Goodbye. Harry said.

Aunt Petunia stopped and looked back. For a moment Harry had a particularly strange feeling, as if Aunt Petunia wanted to say something to him: she looked at him with strange and timid eyes, and seemed hesitant to speak, but then she shook her head and rushed out of the room, and chased after her husband and son.

Looking at the empty living room, Harry had an inexplicable feeling that he had never felt so empty in the past sixteen years.

Goodbye, Uncle Vernon!

Goodbye, Aunt Penny!

Goodbye, Dudley!

Harry ran back upstairs to his bedroom, rushed to the window, and saw the Dursleys' car turn the lane and onto the road, the top hat of Dedallow in the back seat between Aunt Petunia and Dudley, and turn right at the end of Privet Road, the window glowing red in the westward sun, and then disappear.

Harry picked up Hedwig's cage, grabbed his firebolt and backpack, took one last glance at the unusually neat bedroom, and then staggered downstairs into the living room, placing the birdcage, broom, and backpack at the foot of the stairs.

The light quickly dimmed, and the living room appeared heavily shadowed in the twilight.

There was silence all around, and it was a strange feeling for Harry to stand here, knowing that he was going to leave the house forever.

The inexplicable feeling that I had just had when we parted reappeared, and it became extremely intense.

Once upon a time, the Dursleys had gone out to have fun and left him home alone, and those few hours of alone time were a rare treat: a quick bite to eat from the fridge, then rush upstairs to play Dudley's console, or turn on the TV and choose the channel however you wanted.

Thinking of those times, he felt an inexplicable melancholy in his heart, like thinking of a lost little brother.

It was his childhood, memories of being part of the Dursleys, and now, all goodbye!