Currad Bryan - the owner of the rig company where Vernon's uncle worked.

If it had been two or three years ago, Harry might have been able to say his name without thinking, even if he had never met this person, which wasn't a strange thing, right? If you often listen to your family discuss the name and his stories, then you will also have a deep impression of this stranger you have never met.

In fact, the word 'often' is a bit harsh to describe how often the Dursleys discussed Mr. Courard Blaine, for the two of them almost talked about him.

Whenever he talks about the commendable benefits of Uncle Vernon's company and the company's growth over the years, Uncle Vernon always speaks of Mr. Coolard Blaine and his wise decisions in the most respectful tone.

That tone of reverence and humility, to give an inappropriate example... Harry suddenly remembered that the Malfoy house-elf named Dobby, whom he had met in the previous school, had the same attitude when talking to him.

But in the two summers since he entered Hogwarts, Harry had the impression that he hadn't listened to the Dursleys talk much about this person, and it turned out that he had this kind of cancer, which was an incurable disease for Muggles.

"Oh, that's unfortunate--" Harry said with a frown, a little surprised, "when?" ”

"Two years... Or is it three or four years? ”

Aunt Penny said dryly, "Anyway, this matter has only recently spread in your uncle's company, and before that, Vernon and his colleagues had been wondering why Mr. Bryan didn't show up very often, and in the past, he came to the office on time almost every day, gave Vernon tasks to them, and told them what to work towards..."

Hearing this, Harry finally figured out what the Dursleys were up to, hoping to use the power of magic to cure the owner of the rig company.

But is this allowed...

Harry's lips were pursed, he knew that wizarding people had always had well-established laws forbidding wizards to reveal the power of magic to Muggles, and that his roommate and best friend at Hogwarts, Ron's father, was engaged in this work. Reading Pavilion

"We are not allowed to be like Muggles... I mean people who don't know magic show... You know, you've all seen it, last summer, I got a warning letter..."

Harry's head spun around a few times before he gave his reply.

If the situation was right, Harry would certainly not be reluctant to use magic to save a person's life, but if it came at the cost of being expelled from Hogwarts or even imprisoned in that terrible magical prison, that would be a matter of two things.

"Vernon and I have discussed this--"

At this point in the conversation, which had reached the heart of the matter, Aunt Petunia said breathlessly,

"If someone bothers you, we'll help you explain... Many of Vernon's colleagues are trying their best to ask for doctors with super high medical skills, and of course, it is unlikely that the disease will be completely cured, but as long as it can help Mr. Bryan survive for two more days, or recover a little... You know what we mean, Vernon has been in the position of director for a few years, he is very capable, and he should show his talents in a higher position,"

Aunt Petunia repeated in an accentuated tone,

"We think you should do something about it, and I think you probably think so too, after all, without us, you'd be on the streets!"

Harry was exuding a message of resistance all over his body, and honestly, he didn't want to be involved in this trouble, but Aunt Petunia, who had already spoken out, seemed unwilling to let go of this opportunity.

"There must be people of you who have had this disease, what will the hospital called St. Mungo usually do, the matter of money is up to Vernon and me, as long as they can come up with some medicine for the symptoms!"

Aunt Penny was a good question, Harry didn't know how capable St. Mungo's Hospital was, and he was thinking about another question, that is, was there a wizard who had cancer?

Harry racked his brain to think about the information he had received from the wizarding world at school since he came into contact with it, but it didn't seem to have anything to do with it, whether it was the daily conversations, the wizarding weekly magazines and newspapers he had read, the off-topic remarks in the professor's classes, or the strange problems of the young wizards of the past who had been lying in the school hospital and listening to Madam Pomfrey's chatter.

"You have to be grateful, boy!"

Harry's long silence overwhelmed Uncle Vernon, who was worried about his future, and he stomped on the wooden floor of the living room, nearly cracking the kitchen door frame with a slap.

"We saved you from starvation!"

He stood at the kitchen door and yelled at Harry,

"We've got you dressed, we've got you to go to school, we've given you Dudley's old bedroom, and if you know how to spell the word 'gratitude,' you should happily say yes!"

You adopted me because Muggle law requires you to, and I was sent to school because I didn't need money to go to school, and Dudley didn't want clothes and bedrooms!

Annoyed, Harry wanted to say this, but he feared that if he did, the Dursleys would lock him in the utility room under the stairs with chains until he was an adult, never to let him go back to Hogwarts.

"I have a condition--"

After a long silence, Harry looked up at Uncle Vernon, who was panting, and said with a gloomy face,

"You must give me back my magic book, I need to finish my summer homework!"

"You dare to put forward conditions!"

Uncle Vernon screamed viciously as he patted the door frame that was about to fall apart

"Look at your messy hair, I don't know how to be grateful..., full..., I already know who you really are, boy!"

"Vernon, the neighbors will hear—-"

Aunt Petunia whispered a warning and looked at Harry, her shriveled chest bulging high, and it seemed that Harry's ignorance made her choked with anger.

But Harry didn't back down in the face of her cold glare, he was fed up with the days of hiding under the covers in the middle of the night and writing his summer homework with a flashlight, and if he didn't take the opportunity to get all his magic books back, then it was conceivable that his Potions professor wouldn't let him go easily when the next semester started.

"You have to promise--"

After all, Aunt Petunia gave in, her face turned blue, and she gritted her teeth and spit out word by word,

"Don't make any strange noise, and don't mention your side in front of your neighbors!"

"No problem!"

Harry's heart quickened, and Malry's reply was a great victory to get the Dursleys to back down, but he immediately added,

"I'll have to go see how this Mr. Bryan is doing--"

Under Aunt Penny's suddenly wary gaze, Harry shrugged his shoulders and said,

"Only by figuring out the situation first can I ask my friends to inquire."

"Okay--"

It was a reasonable request, and even Uncle Vernon couldn't find fault with it, he gasped and said reluctantly,

"Your aunt and Dudley and I plan to visit tomorrow, you can come along..., but I'm going to warn you kid,"

Uncle Vernon bent down his huge body with a sense of oppression, and his eyes flashed with menace,

"Mr. Bryan is a very decent gentleman, and if you dare to make a mess in his house, boy, I promise you'll regret being born!"









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