In front of Harry, this was the first time that Penny had spoken of her sister without mockery or criticism.

Then he was surprised to find that his aunt's eyes were red, and this was not the first time that his aunt had shown such an expression when she mentioned her mother.

Harry used to think she was red with anger, but now it seems that this is not the case.

Vernon suddenly got up, took a bottle of sherry from the cupboard, poured it for himself and his wife, and poured Harry a small half glass.

"No, no, he's not an adult." Seeing this, Penny wanted to snatch the wine glass.

"It's at home, Harry is over five years old, isn't he?" Vernon insisted on handing the cup to Harry, "And I think Harry might need this thing to calm down today." Besides, men who are beginning to understand the Gu family are entitled to a glass of sherry after a meal. ”

After Harry finished his glass, Vernon said, "Of course, it's the first time I've had a drink today, so it's only half a glass at most." ”

As he spoke, Vernon raised his glass, and the three of them took a sip together.

He took out a bottle of sweet sherry, which was less than 20 degrees, and Harry felt that the wine was not as spicy as he imagined, but had a fresh sweet aroma.

After a sigh of relief, Harry suddenly turned his head, he seemed to see a familiar figure just now, but looked out the window and found nothing.

Delusion?

Then the mind turned and stopped paying too much attention, and now or the upcoming conversation is more important.

Uncle Vernon sat across from him, his right elbow resting on the table, his goblet half-held in his hand, and a complicated expression on his face.

Aunt Penny sat beside her, her emaciated upper body as if she had lost her strength, leaning on her husband's broad shoulders, and her red eyes seemed to reveal the sad mood of the hostess.

The aftertaste of sherry was still reverberating on the tip of his tongue, just a small sip, but Harry was already slightly drunk, not knowing if it was his first time drinking or something else.

Perhaps, it was the first time he had sat across from his aunt and uncle so formally, like an adult, talking about something more serious than Christmas gifts and pocket money.

The growth that can be perceived sometimes makes young and ignorant boys go up.

After drinking the first sip of wine, the three of them sat there without speaking, not even making extra movements, and even the little mouse behind the sofa who was probing his brain seemed to sense the solemn atmosphere and crept towards the kitchen.

In the end, it was Mr. Dursley, as the head of the family, who broke the silence first.

"Okay, okay, I know some things are hard to say, but to be honest, Harry, I originally advocated sending you to an orphanage."

At this point, Dursley paused for a moment, as if to organize the language, and then continued without waiting for anyone else to answer.

"When you show up at the door, well, it's probably that big." The fat uncle gestured to the size of a basket, "But you know, Dali was about the same size at the time. ”

"Your aunt, and I, didn't have the same income as we do now, and it was hard for us to afford two children, especially ...... You already know Lily and Potter...... Right? ”

Harry nodded, feeling a little sad in his heart, he knew what his uncle meant, and that very day, in Godric's Hollow, his parents had heroically resisted the Dark Lord and died to protect him.

"I was scared that it was going to happen to us, it was going to be Dalley. I tried to send you away, but Penny ......" Dursley stopped talking and looked at his wife, who was trembling uncontrollably.

Suddenly, the body that was crooked on her husband's shoulder stood up, and the woman stood up and stumbled around the table, and took the thin boy into her arms, letting her go and crying.

"You, you are my sister's only child, we almost lost contact when we grew up, she didn't leave a photo, she didn't leave a message, after the death of her parents, it was only you, only you can prove that Lily existed."

Listening to his aunt's heartfelt cry, Harry's stiff body suddenly softened, and he wrapped his arms around and patted his aunt's back, and for a moment both of them were choked up and speechless.

"In the end, your aunt convinced me that you stayed, but it became Penny's heart from then on." Vernon picked up, his deep voice as if to indicate that the past was not happy.

"She often screams and runs to your bedroom, takes you out of the crib, and hides you in hidden corners. I had to take her to the doctor for this, but the diagnosis was nothing wrong except for anxiety. ”

"She still hides you from time to time, we all know there's a ......" Aunt Vernon seemed to have done a great deal of mental construction before he spat out words he would never have spoken before.

“…… That's what you call yourself, wizards, right? Luckily, the evil wizard hasn't been here since you came to this home. ”

Voldemort.

Harry said in his heart that he didn't expect that this name, which terrifies so many wizards, would bring so much fear to his aunt and uncle.

This made him full of resentment towards himself, and even more guilty for the two people in front of him.

"You know, Penny can't be honest with the psychiatrist, then people will think she's crazy. Later, I suggested that she tell it in a storytelling way, and it was a recurring dream. ”

Penny tried it, and it worked. But it's not that the psychiatrist is so clever, he just told your aunt a joke. Vernon rubbed the beard on his face, and seemed to be a little speechless about the problem that had been pestering them for half a year and being solved in this way.

"Then he said that he should hide him in the cupboard, and the big man in the high will never go there to hunt down a child."

For a moment, Harry's expression was a little exciting, so is that why I've been sleeping in cupboards for ten years?

Think about the first thought I had with my aunt and uncle, which was to sleep in a stairwell cupboard full of spiders when I had an empty bedroom.

I didn't expect it to be a protection for myself at first.

What he didn't expect was that it was actually Dalí and him who were sleeping in the cupboard at first, but before they could remember, the "balloon" cousin blew himself up at a very fast speed, which made the cupboard a little cramped for him.

Coupled with the fact that nothing happened for more than a year, Penny was no longer so nervous, so she asked Dali to move back to the bedroom.

"Harry, do you remember what you were like when you were a kid?" Penny relented and asked as she stroked Harry's hair.

Hearing his aunt's question, Harry was so embarrassed that he almost wanted to stuff himself into a crack in the floor.

How could it not be known? At that time, he was resentful, and always used all kinds of ways that he thought were hidden to cause chaos in the family, or encouraged Dali to fight with other children, especially older children, and secretly cut off the flower stems planted by his uncle, and peed in the bowl......

Well, it's really hard to forget, and even now that I remember the beating.