"When we adopted him, we swore that we would eradicate his witchcraft. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 "We can't let him know witchcraft!" A true wizard! ”

"So you already knew!" Harry said, "You know I'm a wizard? ”

"That's right!" Aunt Payunia suddenly screamed. "Of course we do! My sister is like that, how can you be different from her?

She'd received letters like the one she had just received, and then she vanished—went to the school—and came back every holiday with her pockets full of tadpoles, and every cup of tea broken!

I'm the only one who can see who it is - she's a monster!

But my mom and dad, they were proud to have a witch in the house!

She paused, took a deep breath, and continued, as if she hadn't spoken for a long time.

Then she met Potter at school, and they both left and got married, and then you were born. Of course I know you're going to be just as weird as she is, just as weird, as anomalous.

Then, she blew herself up, and we had to adopt you! ”

Harry's face turned red, and when he came back to his senses, he quickly asked, "Blown up?" You tell me they were killed in a car accident! ”

"Car accident?" Hagley roared, jumping high in anger and scaring the Doesleys into the corner again.

"How could a car accident kill Lily and James Porter? Nonsense!

Harry Potter didn't know his story!

Every child in our world knows his name!

"What the hell is going on?" Harry asked anxiously.

The anger slowly faded from Hagley's face, and he looked very sad.

"I didn't expect that either." He said in a slow, low tone. "When Dan Bodo told me you might be in trouble, I didn't know how many things you didn't know.

Oh, Harry, I didn't know it was up to me to tell you - I thought the others would- you couldn't go to Hogwetcher without knowing anything. He glared at the Dusleys in disgust.

"I'm going to tell you everything I know, but remember, I can't tell you everything. It's a big secret, and there's a part of it ......"

He sat down, stared at the stove for a moment, and continued. "I think it was caused by one person - you don't know his name, everyone in our world knows - "

"Who is he?"

"I don't want to say this person's name, no one wants to."

"Why?"

"He's got a big mouth, Harry, and people are afraid of him. What do you call me to describe it?

Listen, there's a very bad wizard, as bad as you think, or even worse, and he speaks so well, he's called ......" Hagley swallowed, unable to speak.

"Can you write it down?" Harry proposed.

"I won't write, he's- Foldermant, of course, some people prefer to call him Voldemort!" Hagley shuddered.

"Don't make me say it again, we all call him 'that guy'. This sorcerer, about twenty years ago, is now seeking to be among his allies. Of course he found it—some were afraid of him, some wanted some of his power, because he could empower others.

Harry, those days were horrible.

You don't know who you can trust and don't dare to get too close to a strange wizard...... Something terrible happened.

He ruled the whole world, and of course there were people who stood up against him - and he killed them all.

It was terrifying, Hogvacher was the only safe place, and Dan Bodo was the only one to be afraid of 'that man'.

But almost no one dared to go to that school at that time. “

"Your mom and dad are the best wizards I've ever known. They were the leaders of Hogwetcher at the time!

But 'that man' never stopped trying to convince them to join him...... Perhaps he knew that they were too close to Damberdo to be in touch with the dark Ones. “

"Maybe he doesn't think he can convince them...... Maybe he just wanted to get rid of them. What people know is that ten years ago, on Halloween, he suddenly appeared in the village where you lived, when you were only one year old. He came to your house, and then, then, ......"

Hagley suddenly pulled out a dirty, large handkerchief to lift his nose, and the sound of his nose was like a trumpet.

"I'm sorry!" He said, "It's so sad -- you have to know what nice people your mom and dad are—"

"'That man' killed them.

Then, something strange happened - he wanted to kill you, too.

I guess he's trying to cut the roots, or maybe he just likes to kill.

But he can't kill you.

Have you never wondered how you got that scar on your forehead?

It wasn't just an ordinary scar, it was what you got when a powerful evil spell was cast on you - it protected your parents and your house.

The spell didn't work on you at all, that's why you're famous, Harry.

If he wants to kill someone, that person will not survive, but you are an exception.

He killed some of the best wizards of the day -- Mr. and Mrs. McKellen, Mr. and Mrs. Bonn, Mr. and Mrs. Privez - and you were just a baby, but you survived. ”

Something made Harry feel a pang of pain.

Hagley's story was drawing to a close, and Harry saw the green light again, this time clearer than before.

He also remembered something else he had never remembered - a sharp, sinister, grim laugh.

Hagley looked at him sadly.

"I rescued you from the rubble and sent you to this place according to Dan Bodo's orders......"

"Deceptive play." Uncle Veneng said.

Harry jumped to his feet, almost forgetting that the Doosleys were still there.

Uncle Veneng had clearly regained his courage, glaring at Hagley fiercely, fists clenched tightly.

"Listen," he began, "I admit that you're a little different, after all, we're going to admit that you won that battle. As for your parents, you don't have to deny that they are weirdos.

In my eyes, the world would be a better place without them - what did they do?

But it's all strange things--as I expected, I knew they weren't going to end well-"

It was then that Hagley jumped up from the couch and pulled out a pink umbrella from his coat.

He pointed his umbrella at Uncle Veneng like a sword and said, "I warn you, Veneng—I warn you, you say one more word......"

Fearing being pierced by a bearded giant with the tip of an umbrella, Uncle Veneng straightened up against the wall, not daring to say a word.

"It's for the best." Hagley said. He took a breath and sat back down on the couch.

This time, the sofa couldn't bear his weight and fell apart.

Harry had thousands of questions to ask at this point.

"Finally, I want to ask, what happened to 'that person'?"

"Good question, Harry. He disappeared and tried to kill you again the night he disappeared, which made you even more famous. The biggest mystery is...... He's getting more and more powerful - why is he leaving? ”

(To be continued.) )