Harry didn't answer the question right away, in fact, he hadn't come out of the unthinkable fact that Uncle Vernon and Aunt Penny had taken the initiative to mention magic, but the confusion in his eyes seemed to Uncle Vernon to be a mockery and provocation, and it further pushed Uncle Vernon's tense nerves to the brink of breaking.

"Answer my question, boy--"

Uncle Vernon finally stopped suppressing himself, and he roared at Harry, which Harry felt a little more pleasant to hear at the familiar roar.

"If you're referring to minor problems, like boils on your face, insomnia, or some trauma, maybe I can handle it—" Harry said quickly.

Nobody likes to go hungry, and that's true for everyone, and if he could, Harry would try to avoid angering the Dursleys, even if they didn't like each other... Although he didn't know why they were interested in this, he answered the question truthfully.

"That's all you can handle?"

Amid Dudley's sneer, Aunt Petunia interjected and looked at him suspiciously, "What if it's a more serious problem?" ”

Truth be told, Aunt Petunia's questioning made Harry a little offended, he was just a young wizard who had just graduated from his second year, what could they expect him to do? What's more, potions can't be avoided when it comes to healing, and potions is the subject that Harry is best at in all magical disciplines!

"--More serious problem, if you mean poisoning..."

I remember that in the Potions class from the beginning of the first year, Snape seemed to mention that something had a strong detoxification effect.

Harry frowned and racked his brains to think about it, and the reason why he was thinking so hard was not because Harry couldn't wait to show his hand in front of the Dursleys, but because Harry didn't want to give the Dursleys a chance to laugh at magic because he wasn't good enough.

At this moment, Harry suddenly missed Hermione a little, and if Hermione faced the Dursleys' question, Harry was sure that her answer would have stunned the Dursleys.

"Not poisoning, boy!"

Uncle Vernon, whose face turned purple, yelled, "Looks like those bluffing stuff can't make you smarter, can they!" ”

Harry, who was sprayed with a spitting star, immediately turned cold, and he looked directly into Uncle Vernon's eyes without showing weakness, and said angrily,

"There are so many problems that wizards can handle, how do I know what you want to ask!"

"Let me talk to him, Vernon."

Aunt Penny stood up nervously the moment Harry said that, and dared to drive both Uncle Vernon and the reluctant Dudley to the living room before Uncle Vernon broke out, and then turned back to the kitchen, glared at the unconvinced Harry, and said sharply,

"You should show respect to every member of this family, if it weren't for our mercy to take you in, you would have ended up as a homeless man who could only sleep under the bridge!"

In the face of Aunt Penny's rebuke, Harry kept his face calm and said nothing, because he didn't know how many times he had heard similar remarks over the years.

Whenever Harry was skeptical in front of them, they would say it mercilessly, as if he hadn't been taken in, he would have ended up in a Muggle prison.

For the next ten minutes, the rebuke came at Harry like a storm, and of course, it was all the same old words, and even Dudley, who loved to see Harry being scolded, cheered Hacher and struggled to turn on another TV in the living room.

Taking advantage of Aunt Penny's words that she was tired and panting, there was only a trace of reason left, and Harry, who insisted on not turning around and leaving directly, had a gloomy face and asked sullenly,

"What the hell are you going to do?"

Aunt Petunia didn't answer Harry's question immediately, but remained eerily silent, Harry could see that it might take a lot of courage for them to talk about it.

"I've heard of it before--"

Just when Harry couldn't resist speaking again, Aunt Petunia finally spoke, and when she spoke in a slow, hesitant tone, the already long horse face stretched longer,

"You have a hospital that specializes in all kinds of... Incurable disease or something--"

A hospital for incurable diseases?

Harry's eyes flashed with confusion, is there a hospital in the wizarding world, Harry thought to himself.

But soon, Harry realized that the question he was struggling with was very stupid, of course there should be a hospital in the wizarding world, but he hadn't heard of it, just like he had learned from Malfoy last school year that there was a prison in the wizarding world called Azkaban that would scare wizards just by the mention of its name.

In fact, these things were just the simplest of common sense for children growing up in wizarding families, and Harry believed that Ron must have known the name of the hospital in the wizarding world, but it was a novelty for a young wizard like him who grew up in the Muggle world.

"If I'm not mistaken, it should have been St. Mungo--"

Aunt Petunia said in as light as she could, to hide the pain and shame of her recollection of the unbearable past.

"How could you..."

Harry was about to ask in such surprise, but he immediately stopped when he reacted, because he realized that the person in front of him was his mother's sister, and if his mother hadn't lived in a terrible family environment like him when she was a teenager, she must have talked about the wonderful wizarding world many times in front of the family.

"Oh, uh-huh... If you remember correctly, it was called by that name. ”

Harry said with a little trepidation.

He lied, no doubt, because he didn't know the name of the hospital, and he lied for the simple reason that he wanted to figure out why the Dursleys were talking to him about the wizarding world for the first time, and because of his strange pride...

He was the one who received his formal magical education at Hogwarts, but Aunt Petunia knew things that he didn't even know, which made Harry a little hard to accept.

Ahem--

In the living room, Uncle Vernon, who was watching TV with Dudley, coughed heavily, and Aunt Petunia in the kitchen immediately knew that she should speed up, she took a deep breath, looked directly at the pair with a condescending face, and said in a calm and unwavering tone every time she saw it,

"I think you'll remember the company your uncle worked for, right?"

"Graning, which manufactures drilling rigs."

Harry glanced at the living room and said quickly.

Aunt Penny nodded her chin slightly, looking quite satisfied,

"Then you should also remember who the owner of this company is, right, when I used to talk about your uncle's work at home, I mentioned him many times--"

This time, Harry's answer was not so sharp, he frowned and thought for a while before he said slowly,

"Kurad Blaine... What happened to him? ”

"He had cancer."

Aunt Petunia said heavily.











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