Chapter 223 George's Comfort

Chapter 223 George's Comfort

Afterwards, an old mangy dog ​​and a large box were thrown outside the door of 18 Privet Drive.

It wasn't until evening that Harry, with Barbara's help, threw all the Dursleys out the door. He asked Barbara to take these to the Dursleys in a trailer, he didn't want to see anyone in the Dursleys in his sight, he didn't want to see anything from the Dursleys.

In the dead of night, Harry was still in a trance, and the events of this afternoon struck him again. He had thought it was all over before, but he didn't expect the Dursleys to come to the door again, and he almost fell for it, it was, it was.

He didn't know how to describe it himself, his first reaction was to call his friends, Ron, Hermione, George. But he picked up the phone, pressed the number, and hung up immediately.

These things are so bad and shameful that it's completely impossible to tell how he could have such a monster relative.

He couldn't say it, but he couldn't keep these things in his heart, and he felt extremely depressed and uncomfortable.

Harry glanced anxiously at the furnishings in the bedroom, the simple and clean bed, the textbook he just took out and a notebook on the desk.

Taking notes, Harry immediately took the notebook subconsciously, turned to a blank page, took out a pen from the pen holder, and began to write.

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Today is a bad day.

For the first time, I longed to go home, but when I came home, I found a nasty guy, and the Dursleys were never more annoying than I could have imagined. I always thought that my hatred and hatred for them had reached its peak.

But every time I see them again, they always refresh my hatred level, and I always hate them more than the last time I saw them.

However, I think this is probably the last and most hated time for them. I won't see them again, and I won't put myself in a bad cycle again. When I see them next time, I will let their whole family stay in the cell for the rest of their lives.

"Bell, bell, bell!" Harry's cell phone rang suddenly.

Harry was startled, and immediately rushed to the phone again. Seeing the caller ID, it was George's number. He was a little nervous, but he answered the phone subconsciously.

"Barbara called me, do you need me to fire her?" George's cold voice came from the phone.

"Ah, why did you fire Ms. Barbara?" Harry asked in astonishment.

"She didn't take care of your house as she was asked, and let the Dursleys live in it. How did she work? I paid her three times as much." George said indifferently.

"However, Barbara didn't do it on purpose. She was just an ordinary housewife after all. Even I almost fell for the Dursley family." Harry couldn't help but intercede for Barbara.

"Tell me what's going on." George asked.

Harry told George everything about the afternoon, and he talked incessantly, literally. Express your doubts and your sorrows in full.

There was a silence on the other side, and for a long time, Harry almost thought that George had hung up the phone, maybe he was talking too long.

"I have to say, Harry, you are lucky." George's voice rang again, his tone a little relaxed.

He continued, "If it wasn't for your aunt who suddenly came to the door and didn't recognize you, I would guess that you have been sold and are still helping people count money."

Harry's mouth was bitter and his throat was dry. He immediately thought of the possibility, if Aunt Maggie came to the door suddenly, he found out the clue and cheated out the information.

He really couldn't be ruthless, couldn't beat the Dursley family out of the house, who were crying and making trouble, begging for mercy on his knees, saying that they were connected by blood and blood.

"Yeah!" he replied in a dry voice.

Thinking of that terrifying possibility, thinking that he would be kidnapped by the Dursley family and become their kind, their family, and become a tool for the Dursley family to make money, Harry also shuddered.

"But why did I suddenly become a perverted old man." George's voice suddenly became a bit dull and he said, "When you tell others, you'd better change this paragraph. Or change it to the school where you were detained by juveniles. Headmaster, the old man Dumbledore took his fancy."

"Ah!" Only then did Harry realize that he had just talked too much, too fast, too thorough, and said everything that should be said or not.

It was only then that he reacted, and he couldn't help laughing secretly, but after listening to George's addition, he immediately became depressed again. George took himself out, but he still couldn't get rid of the perverted old man, and even made Professor Dumbledore shot inexplicably.

"Anyway, the matter is completely resolved, Harry, you are free." George's voice became relaxed again, comforting Harry.

"Yes, I'm free. My everything, my family, my friends. They're at Hogwarts, they're in the wizarding world, and I'm Harry Potter the wizard." Harry's voice relaxed, too. After this interruption, the anguish and suffering in his heart finally improved a lot.

But he couldn't hold back, and asked again, "George, how true or false are you saying about the Dursleys?" Just got it."

George's words came from the receiver, which seemed a little solemn. He said, "It doesn't matter whether the words are true or false. I believe that the Dursleys and the others don't think they are wrong."

"They just really take themselves for granted, that all their demands and actions are reasonable. Even if their actions are enough to put them in jail, they just think that the law is meddling, that the law is preventing it for no reason. They exercise parental rights."

"Criminals don't always think they're committing a crime," Harry murmured.

The Dursleys had absolute power over Harry precisely because they always felt they were right, that they raised Harry with leftovers. Like the pigs they keep, the pets they keep.

They were never going to realize that Harry was a human being too, a completely equal and completely free human being.

"Whatever they say, I hope you don't take them seriously, don't take them to heart. Remember what they did, remember what they did. People who abuse, insult you, no matter how they act, how much they make up , they can't love you."

"Even if they will look at your value, in order to sell a little more money, they will kidnap you with family and morality." George's tone was cold and calm.

(To be continued.)