Silence, silence, Harry thought it had silenced his uncle.

He didn't seem to believe that Sirius would be so rich, but he also didn't believe that they would go to such great lengths to get the house, and he was caught in a contradiction in his thinking.

"Uh-huh, well, that Mr. Mason's kid......"

"You mean Aven?" Harry reminded.

He knew that in the eyes of Uncle Vernon, the Evan family was the real rich and statusful people, and he had always been an example for them to envy and learn.

Of course, this role model is limited to the Masons.

Over the past few years, Uncle Vernon had lamented more than once that the Masons' biggest mistake was to have a wizarding son, and comparing them to each other, it didn't seem like an unbearable thing to have a wizarding nephew in their family.

Motivated by a yearning for the upper class, and possibly to maintain a lucrative long-term order, the Dursleys tolerated Evan to an unimaginable level, and on several occasions even asked Harry to invite Evan to their home, contrary to their philosophy of staying away from wizards as much as possible.

But this kind of thing happened, and even Harry thought it was incredible.

"Yes, Evan Mason, of course I remember what the kid's name was. Aunt Vernon said, pacing again, "Are they going to leave too, like us?"

"Yes. Harry said, "Evan said that the Masons were going to China. ”

"China?!It's all because of the demon king you claim to ......"

"It's Voldemort!" said Harry impatiently, "We've discussed this a hundred times, not claims, it's facts, Dumbledore told you last year, Sirius told you, Kingsley and Mr. Weasley......"

Vernon Dursley huffed his shoulders, and Harry guessed that his uncle was trying to shake off the memory.

Harry had just been on summer vacation for a few days when two adult wizards suddenly visited. Kingsley Shacklell and Arthur Weasley appeared at the door, causing the Dursleys to a very unpleasant start, as they had just recovered from the scare Sirius had inflicted on them at the train station.

Harry had to admit that Mr. Weasley had smashed half of his living room into rubble, and his reappearance would certainly not make Uncle Vernon happy.

"They've all explained!" continued Harry, unmoved, "as soon as I turn seventeen, the spell that keeps me safe will be lifted, and you and I will be exposed, and the Order of the Phoenix will trust Voldemort to target you, or torture you, torture me, or think I'll rush to the rescue if I take you hostage." ”

Uncle Vernon and Harry's eyes met, and at this moment, Harry believed that the two of them had the same question in their hearts.

Then, Uncle Vernon began pacing again.

Harry continued, "So, you have to hide, and the Order of the Phoenix is willing to help and provide you with the best and tightest protection. ”

Uncle Vernon didn't speak, and continued pacing.

"We're going to go with the Masons...... he said, as if he had finally found a solution to the problem.

"I don't think it's likely, the Order of the Phoenix has a different arrangement, you get together with too big a target, and it's easy to be tracked down by Voldemort. The Masons have long since left, and Evan had made arrangements at the start of the summer holidays, and their family may no longer be in the UK. Besides, what can you do when you go to China?"

"Anything!" muttered Uncle Vernon, pacing a few more steps, knowing that Harry was telling the truth, for he had visited Mason's house not long ago, and it was empty. A few days ago, he inquired through the company and learned that the Masons had indeed suddenly decided to invest in China and might not come back for a long time.

It was unusual to leave in such a hurry, and even the people in Mr. Mason's company were surprised.

The only explanation was what Harry had said, that they had gone to China not for business, but to avoid the Demon King's tracking.

If only he had made up his mind sooner, Dursley really planned to leave with the Masons.

"Isn't there a Ministry of Magic?" asked Vernon Dursley suddenly.

"Not bad. Harry was surprised.

"So, why can't they protect us? In my opinion, we, as innocent victims, have not done anything bad except for adopting a suspect, and should be protected by the government!"

Harry burst out laughing, he couldn't help but laugh.

My uncle was like that, always pinning his hopes on people of higher status or in powerful departments than them, even in a world that he was hostile and distrustful.

First he wanted to be with the Masons, and now he had mentioned the Ministry of Magic.

As if it would make him feel safe.

"You should have heard what Mr. Weasley and Kingsley said, they spoke in more detail than Sirius. Harry replied, "We can't contact the Ministry of Magic, because the Order of the Phoenix thinks the Ministry of Magic has mixed in with the bad guys, Voldemort's people. ”

Uncle Vernon strode to the fireplace and returned, snorting and panting.

The thick black mustache also fluctuated, and the big face was still purple red.

"Alright, alright!" he said, pausing in front of Harry again, "Alright, let's put it this way, I believe the you guys, we accept this protection, but I still don't understand why we can't let that big man Kingsley protect us. ”

Harry endured it so hard that he didn't roll his eyes.

This question has been raised six or seven times this summer.

"I told you. Harry gritted his teeth and said, "Kingsley is protecting Hemp...... I mean your Prime Minister. ”

"That's right, he's the best!" said Uncle Vernon, pointing to the blank TV screen.

The Dursleys had seen Kingsley on the news, and he quietly followed the Muggle Prime Minister when he visited the hospital.

This, along with Kingsley's mastery of Muggle dressing, and, more importantly, something comforting in his deep, slow voice made the Dursleys look at Kingsley differently among wizards, but they had never seen Kingsley wear earrings.

"He's already on a mission!" Harry said, "Instead of asking him to protect them, Mr. and Mrs. Mason accepted the appointed members of the Order of the Phoenix." The wizards of the Order of the Phoenix are trustworthy, and for your protection, as we said last time, Hesty Jones and Dedalo Dego are better suited for the job......"

"I don't believe it, even if we look at the resume......"

Before Uncle Vernon could finish his sentence, Harry lost patience.

He stood up and walked up to his uncle, pointing to the television as well.

"None of these accidents are accidents, earthquakes, tsunamis, explosions, plane crashes, train derailments, and everything that has happened since the last time we watched the news. Someone is missing and dead, and he, Voldemort, is behind all of this. I've told you how many times he takes pleasure in slaughtering Muggles. Outside of this country, he may have killed a lot of people. In fact, even the fog was made by Dementors, and if you can't remember what a Dementor is, just ask your son!"