There was silence for a while after Dedarlo finished speaking, and no one answered, and Uncle Vernon was still staring at the bulge in Dedallo's vest pocket in a daze, in a daze, in a daze......

Harry didn't speak, he was thinking about a sudden change of plans.

Without using the Phantom Manifestation, how are the people of the Order of the Phoenix going to pick him up?!

"Maybe we should wait in the outer hall, Dedarlo. Hesijia whispered. She thought a little more, and felt that Harry and the Dursleys had to be warm and affectionate, and perhaps to say goodbye to each other with tears in their eyes, and that it was not appropriate for them to stay in the house.

"There's no need. Harry muttered.

Without Harry bothering to explain, Uncle Vernon's next words made more explanations unnecessary, and he exclaimed, "Good-got, boy. ”

He stretched his right arm forward to shake Harry's hand, but at the last moment, as if unable to face it, he clenched his hand into a fist and bobbed it back and forth like a metronome.

"Ready, Dada?" Aunt Petunia asked, checking the clasp of her pouch without looking at Harry.

Dudley didn't answer, he stood there, mouth slightly open, which reminded Harry vaguely of the giant Glop, who were similar in a sense.

"Alright, that's it, let's go. Uncle Vernon said.

He had already reached the door of the living room when he heard Dudley mutter, "I don't understand." ”

"What don't you understand, baby?" asked Aunt Penny, looking up at her son.

Dudley held up a thick ham-like finger at Harry and said, "I don't understand, why didn't he come with us?"

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Penny froze in place, staring blankly at Dudley as if Dudley had just expressed his desire to be a ballet dancer.

"What?" asked Uncle Vernon aloud.

"Why didn't he go along?" Dudley asked.

"Oh, he—he doesn't want to go!" Uncle Vernon asked, turning his face to glare at Harry, "You don't want to go, do you?"

"Yes, not at all. Harry said.

"It's going down, this kid wants to stay here, he volunteered. Uncle Vernon said to Dudley, "All right, leave him alone, let's go." ”

Uncle Vernon strode out of the living room, and the people in the room heard the front door open, but Dudley didn't move.

Aunt Petunia staggered a few steps before stopping, looking at Dudley.

"What's the matter?" asked Uncle Vernon as he appeared at the door again, growling.

Dudley seemed to be grappling with some thought that was difficult to put into words, and after a moment of seemingly painful inner struggle, he said, "But where is he going?"

Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon looked at each other, completely unsure of what to say.

Apparently, Dudley freaked them out.

At this point, Silka Jones broke the silence.

"Sorry to interrupt you, but...... Of course you know where your nephew is going, don't you?" she asked, confused.

"Of course we do!" said Vernon Dursley, "he ought to go with a few of you guys, doesn't he?" his godfather, the killer...... Alright, Dudley, let's get in the car, you heard the man say, time is tight. ”

Vernon Dursley strode to the front door again, but Dudley didn't follow, and Dursley had to stop again.

"How many people like us?"

Before he could speak, Hesjia seemed annoyed.

Harry had encountered this attitude before, and wizards seemed shocked to see that the relatives closest to the famous Harry Potter were so indifferent to him, which seemed to be the most difficult thing for them to accept.

"Forget it!" Harry persuaded, "nothing, really nothing. ”

"Nothing?" Hestya continued, her voice raised high and ominous, "how can it be nothing? Do these people know what you've been through? Do you know what danger you're facing? Do you know your unique place at the heart of the anti-Voldemort movement?

"Uh, I don't know, they don't know. "Actually, they probably thought I was a piece of shit, but it's nothing, I'm used to it." ”

"I don't think you're rubbish. ”

If it weren't for seeing Dudley's lips move, Harry probably wouldn't have believed it.

He glared at Dudley for a few seconds before finally admitting that it was Dudley who was talking, and at least he saw Dudley's face flushed, and Harry himself was embarrassed and surprised.

"Oh, oh, thank you, Dudley. ”

Dudley seemed to be dealing with some inexpressible thoughts, and he didn't know what to say, his mouth was open for a long time, and finally he muttered, "You saved my life." ”

"Can't say that!" Harry said, "and that's mostly because of me, and besides, it was your soul that the Dementors were going to take away......"

He looked at his cousin curiously, they had little contact this summer and the previous summer, Harry had only been back in Privet Road for a short time, and always stayed in his room, and after Sirius's warning, the Dursleys had strictly forbidden Dudley to come near Harry, especially after the Dementor attack.

Knowing this, Harry vaguely understood that the cup of herbal tea he had kicked might not be a prank at all, and although he was moved, he was relieved to see that Dudley's ability to express his feelings seemed to be exhausted.

Dudley opened his mouth, his face flushed, and he didn't speak again.

Aunt Petunia cried and rushed over.

Hesty Jones looked at her approvingly, but Aunt Petunia rushed over and hugged Dudley instead of Harry, and Hesty was furious.

"Really, so good, Dada......" she cried against Dudley's broad breasts, "many, what a lovely child, child, will, will say thank you......"

"He didn't say thank you at all!" said Hesgar angrily, "He only said he didn't think Harry was a piece of waste!"

"yes, but it came out of Dudley's mouth like 'I love you'. Harry said.

Aunt Petunia continued to hug Dudley tightly, as if Dudley had just rescued Harry from a burning house, and Harry couldn't help but look annoyed and amused.

At this moment, Uncle Vernon came impatiently.

"We can't go yet!" he yelled, then looked at Harry unnaturally, "Listen, boy, I don't think you're a piece of waste either, but I don't like you, yes, I don't know if anyone has ever said that you're a lot like your father, a lot like you, since we first met that night eighteen years ago, I've recognized what kind of person he is, arrogant, powerless, impolite, likes to taunt people, you and him are almost the same mold, from childhood, just as annoying, but ...... Damn, we can't go, isn't it because time is tight!"

He waved his hand vigorously, and the rest of the words could not continue.

Harry was also stunned, and Uncle Vernon mentioned that he and his father had first met eighteen years ago, and no one had ever told him about it.

Obviously, that meeting was unpleasant.

Eighteen years ago, it was the year his parents graduated from Hogwarts, and it was the year his parents got married.

A lot had happened that year, and Uncle Vernon's hatred for Harry seemed to stem from that.