"What do you say? Let's get out of here? Are you crazy? Or do you want to keep this house to myself?" Uncle Vernon was furious, "I sue you, no way, never! You want to disturb us with that damn sorcery!"

"Are you confused?" asked Harry, "plotting to take over this house? Are you really as stupid as you look? Don't forget who gave you this house!"

Uncle Vernon's face flushed, "Anyway, you didn't give it to you, what qualifications do you have to let us go?"

"Do you think I want to go back with you to the old house on Damn Privet Road?

"How dare you—!" Aunt Petunia screamed, and Vernon waved her shut up again, as if some insult to her appearance was nothing compared to the danger he had seen. "Don't give this kid an excuse to use witchcraft, he can't attack us for no reason. ”

Uncle Vernon was both saying this to his wife and warning Harry.

"I will never move back to Privet Road, my career has not been easy to get on the right track, I tell you, don't try to ruin our family's life. If you have to go back, then you can go back alone. ”

"I'm afraid you've forgotten," said Harry, "I'm not short of money, and I'm not interested in your current house, and you think I want to go back?

Silent. Harry thought that this had calmed his uncle.

"You claim," said Uncle Vernon, pacing again, "and a demon king—"

"—another Voldemort," Harry said impatiently. "We've talked about it a hundred times. It's not a claim, it's a fact, Dumbledore sued you, Kingsley and Mr. Weasley last year—"

Vernon Dursley huffed his shoulders, and Harry guessed that his uncle was trying to get rid of the memory. Harry had just been on summer vacation for a few days when two adult wizards suddenly visited. Kingsley Shacklell and Arthur Weasley appear at the door, causing a very unpleasant scare to the Dursleys.

"—Kingsley and Mr. Weasley have also explained," Harry continued, unimpressed, "Privet Road has a protective charm set by Dumbledore, and the protective charm left by my mother only works there. But only if I have to live with someone who is related by blood. Now Dumbledore has had something to do. The Order of the Phoenix thinks that Voldemort will soon do something to me. ”

Uncle Vernon and Harry's eyes met. Then, Uncle Vernon began pacing again.

Harry continued, "We must go back, or we will be in danger......"

Uncle Vernon didn't speak, and continued pacing.

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

"Not bad. Harry was surprised.

"So. Why can't they protect us? We as innocent victims. Except for adopting a suspect, he has not done anything bad and deserves the protection of the government!"

"Dumbledore is the Minister for Magic. But he's still dead," Harry replied, "and there's only so much the Ministry can do. ”

Uncle Vernon strode to the fireplace and returned, gasping for breath, his thick black mustache fluctuating with it, his big face still purple red.

"Alright," he said, pausing in front of Harry again, "Alright, let's just say so, we can go back, but I need your wizards to send in to protect my family, and I don't want anything to happen on the way." ”

"The Order of the Phoenix will naturally send people ......"

"I want that big man Kingsley to protect us. Uncle Vernon emphasized, "He seems to me to be one of the few reliable wizards. ”

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

"I told you," Harry said, gritting his teeth, "Kingsley is protecting Ma—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, quietly following the Muggle Prime Minister when he visited Wèn Hospital. With this, the Dursleys were the only wizards to look at Kingsley differently.

"He's got a job," said Harry, "and Hesgar Jones and Dedalo Dego are better suited for the job—"

"Then we'll have to look at our resumes first......" Before Uncle Vernon could finish speaking, Harry lost patience. He stood up and walked up to his uncle, pointing to the television as well.

"Do you think this frequent disaster and accident after Dumbledore's death is accidental? No! Voldemort is taking over the country, and I have no doubt that he will kill you if he finds the time to deal with me - he doesn't care if you have a good relationship with me, if you have to be escorted by Kingsley, that's fine, but you have to wait, maybe you have to--" before then.

"Alright, alright," snarled Vernon Dursley, "you've made it clear—"

"I hope so," said Harry, "because I am coming of age, and as soon as I am an adult, I will leave you and never see each other again, so I hope we all have a good time on these few days together." ”

There was a moment of silence, and the sound of Hagrid breaking a wooden door seemed to come from afar after so many years. Aunt Penny looked at Uncle Vernon, and Dudley glared at Harry. Finally, Uncle Vernon suddenly said, "But what about my job? What about Dudley's school? Even if we have to leave, we have to pack up and find a moving company, which is very troublesome! I don't think a bunch of idle wizards will care about these things—"

"Don't you understand?" called Harry, "your job and your new house were given by Silver, and as long as he's okay, you don't have to worry about anything." What else do you need to pack? Just bring your bank card, Silver has already sent someone to renovate the old house on Privet Road, and it is enough to satisfy you. He told you that you can take paid leave until the devil is punished—"

"Or until we all die at the hands of the devil. Harry yelled angrily.

"Daddy," cried a frightened Dudley, "Daddy—I want to go with the Order of the Phoenix, I don't want to die inexplicably at such a young age. ”

"Dudley," said Harry, "for the first time in your life, you've spoken clearly. ”

He knew the victory was sealed. Since Dudley was too frightened to accept the Order of the Phoenix's help, his parents would surely be with him: how could they leave their little dard? Harry looked at the travel clock on the mantelpiece.

"They should have arrived. ”

Sure enough, the doorbell rang.

"Harry. Potter!" Harry had just opened the door when a voice screamed with excitement. A small man in a lilac top hat bowed deeply to him. "It's an honor!"

"Thank you, Dedarlo," Harry said, smiling awkwardly at the dark-haired Hesgar, "you're so nice...... Here they are, my aunt, my uncle and my cousin......"

"Hello, Harry. Potter's relatives!" Dedallow said cheerfully as he strode into the living room.

"I'm sure Harry has told you something. Our plan is simple, just like Harry told you," Dedallow said, pulling out a huge pocket watch from his waistcoat and looking at it, "We'll go first, Harry later." Let's get out of the car first, let's say so, for about ten miles, and then phantom to 4 Privet Road. I thought, you know how to drive, right?"

He asked Uncle Vernon politely.

"Of course I'll fucking drive!" said Uncle Vernon with a snarl of speed.

"You're so smart, sir, so smart, I'm completely confused when I see so many keys and knobs. Dedallow said. He apparently thought he was complimenting Dursley, and Dursley's faith in the plan was apparently losing with every word Dedallow said.

"I can't even drive a car. He muttered under his breath, his beard shaking, but luckily neither Dedalo nor Hestya seemed to hear.

"You, Harry," Dedarlow continued, "you and the others go another way to 4 Privet Road—"

"What did you say?" said Harry at once, "aren't we going together?"

"No," said Heisijia bluntly, "things have changed somewhat, and someone else will come and tell you about the situation." ”

The Dursleys listened to the conversation with puzzled expressions on their faces, when suddenly a voice screamed, "Hurry up!" and they were startled. Harry looked left and right in the living room and realized that the sound was coming from Dedarlow's pocket watch.

"Yes, we're short on time," Dursley nodded at his pocket watch and tucked it into his waistcoat again, "we'll go first." ”

He said to Aunt Penny's family, "We should go, we'll see Harry again later, anyway, so we'll save that until then." ”

"I wish I never had seen him. Uncle Vernon muttered.

Aunt Petunia looked at him with strange and timid eyes, and seemed hesitant to speak, but then she shook her head sharply, rushed out of the room, and chased after her husband and son. (To be continued......)