Chapter 1219

For a moment, there was a brief silence in the room, and the distant sound of Hagrid smashing the wooden door seemed to echo again through time and space.

That was probably Harry's happiest time, escaping from this home and starting a new journey.

The most important thing was that he didn't have to think so much at that time, even Voldemort was extremely friendly.

Anyway, from the current perspective, Harry didn't even need to take action, Fan Lin could easily solve it with a simple spell.

Aunt Petunia looked at Uncle Vernon and Dudley looked at Harry.

Finally, Uncle Vernon blurted out: "What about my job? What about Dudley's school? I don't think these things mean anything to a bunch of lazy wizards, but for us, it's fundamental to our existence." "

"So, don't you understand now?" Harry shouted helplessly, "If you don't leave here, you won't have any life, not even the most basic life. Do you understand, they will torture you, Kill you, just like I did to my parents!"

"Dad," Dudley said loudly and tremblingly, "Dad, I want to go with those people from the Order of the Phoenix."

"Dudley," Harry sighed, "you finally said something useful in your life."

He knew he had won, and if Dudley accepted the Order's help out of fear, his parents would be with him. There is no doubt that they will evacuate their old antique house.

Harry glanced at the travel clock on the mantelpiece.

"They'll be here in about five minutes," Harry said without hesitation, and left the room before the Dursleys could say anything.

In fact, Harry once thought he would be extremely happy to say goodbye to his aunt, uncle, and cousin forever, but now there was a smell of embarrassment and self-consciousness in the air.

When the seventeen years of mutual disgust are about to end, what will you say to the other person?

Stay well, or, I hope you're still alive?

Inexplicably, Harry's heart was a little messy, and an inexplicable emotion surged out in an instant.

Back in the bedroom, Harry rummaged aimlessly through his backpack, and then found two boxes of owl nuts in Hedwig's cage. She ignored the two boxes of food that clattered to the floor.

"We'll be leaving soon," Harry told her. "Then you can fly again, and maybe you can play with Fawkes and Piggy..."

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Harry hesitated, walked out of the room, and went downstairs.

He couldn't expect Hestia Jones and Dedalus Digg to live peacefully with Dursley alone.

"Harry Potter!" An excited voice screamed as soon as Harry opened the door. The short man wearing a purple top hat bowed deeply to him, "It's an honor to meet you as always. !”

"Thank you, Dedalus," Harry said. He smiled a little embarrassedly at the black-haired Hestia, "It's great that you can come and help... They are there, my aunt, uncle and Cousin..."

"Hello, Harry Potter relatives!" Dedalo said happily as he walked into the living room. The Dursleys didn't look happy about it, though, and Harry half-expected them to change their minds again. Dally cowered behind his mother as soon as he saw the wizard.

"It seems that you are all ready, great! As Harry told you, this is a very simple plan," Dedalo said, taking out a large pocket watch from his vest pocket and reading it Look, "We left earlier than Harry, but it would be dangerous if we used magic in your house... Harry is still underage, and if he uses magic here, the Ministry of Magic will have an excuse to arrest him... So I think We need to drive, say, ten miles or so, and we'll apparate to a safe location arranged for you. I assume you know how to drive?"

Dedalo asked Uncle Vernon politely.

"Know how...? Of course I know how to drive!" Uncle Vernon said angrily.

"You are very smart, sir, very smart. Personally, those buttons confuse me." Dedalo said politely. It was obvious that he wanted to please Uncle Vernon, but Uncle Vernon was obviously because of Dedalo. With these words, Darlow lost confidence in the plan.

"So, you can't even drive," he muttered, his beard twitching angrily. Fortunately, neither Dedalo nor Hestia heard him.

"You, Harry," Dedalo continued, "will wait here for your guards to arrive. There is a slight change in the arrangement..."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked immediately, "I thought it was Mad-Eye coming to pick me up, coming through the Floo Network."

"That can't be done now," Dedalo said succinctly. "Your friend will explain to you, a person you are very familiar with. In fact, I never understood why Dumbledore asked him to take over at first. He also So young."

"What do you mean?" Harry was a little confused, "Take over what? It's not Mad-Eye..."

"You will know in a moment." Dedalo said mysteriously.

The Dursleys listened to these conversations with confused expressions on their faces.

"Hurry up!" The Dursleys were startled by the scream that came out of nowhere. Harry looked around and realized that the sound was coming from Dedalo's old pocket watch.

"That's right, our schedule is very tight," Dedalo nodded at the old pocket watch and put it back into his vest pocket. "We tried to hit the right time for you to leave here and your family to apparate, Harry, everything The spell will disappear the moment we are all safe."

He turned to Dursley and said, "So, is everyone ready to go?" No one answered him. Uncle Vernon was still staring in horror at the bulge in Dedalo's vest pocket.

"Maybe we should wait outside in the foyer, Dedalo." Hestia said quietly. She obviously felt that it would be unwise to stay in the house at this time, and that Harry might have to say a sad and tearful goodbye to the Dursleys.

"No need," Harry muttered decisively, but Uncle Vernon said the same thing loudly and exaggeratedly: "Goodbye, then, boy."

He extended his right arm close to Harry's hand, but seemed to flinch at the last moment, then closed his fist and pumped it back and forth twice, like a metronome.

"Are you ready, Dada?" asked Aunt Petunia, suddenly and irrationally checking the buttons of her handbag, as if to avoid seeing Harry. Dudley didn't answer, he just stood there with his mouth slightly open, which reminded Harry of the giant Grawp.

"Then, let's go." Uncle Vernon walked to the door of the living room, and then Dudley said, "I don't understand."

"What don't you understand, baby?" Penny asked, looking at her son. Dudley raised his hand as thick as a ham and pointed at Harry: "Why doesn't he come with us?"

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia froze in place, staring at Dudley as if Dudley had just said he wanted a ballerina.

"What did you say?" Uncle Vernon said loudly.

"Why doesn't he come along?" Dudley asked hesitantly.

"Well... he... doesn't want to leave," Uncle Vernon finished, turned to Harry, and added, "You don't want to go, right?"

"I don't want to at all." Harry said suddenly sadly.

"You see," Uncle Vernon said to Dudley, "Okay, let's go now."

He walked out of the room and opened the front door, but Dudley still didn't move. Aunt Petunia took two hesitant steps and stopped.

"What's going on now?" growled Uncle Vernon, reappearing in the doorway. Dudley seemed to be struggling to translate his thoughts into words. After a few seconds of painful inner struggle, he finally spoke: "But where is he going?"

Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon looked at each other, it was obvious that Dudley had frightened them. Haisijia broke the silence: "But... you must know where your nephew is going, right?" She asked in confusion.

"Of course we know," said Uncle Vernon, "He's going to be with your kind, isn't he? Well, Dudley, let's get in the car, you heard what the man said, time is tight, hurry up come over."

Uncle Vernon walked to the front door again, but Dudley still didn't move.

"Go with people like us?" Hestia looked insulted.

Harry had already seen how the wizards were shocked by the Dursleys. They were surprised that these people didn't care so much about the famous Harry Potter.

"It's okay," Harry reassured her, "I don't mind, to be honest."

"You don't mind?" Hestia repeated in a louder voice. "Are these people not even aware of what you are about to do? Don't they know how much danger you are going to face? Don't they know how important a role you play in the fight against Voldemort?"

"Uh...yeah, they don't know," Harry said matter-of-factly. "They think I'm trash. In fact, I used to be..."

"I don't think you're rubbish." If Harry hadn't seen Dudley's lips moving with his own eyes, he would never have believed that those words were said by him. He looked at Dudley for a few seconds before accepting that those words came from him. This fact came from his cousin's mouth, and Dudley blushed.

Harry was embarrassed and surprised: "Well... er... thank you, Dudley."

Dudley once again struggled with his thoughts to get them out, and he muttered, "You saved my life."

"Not exactly," Harry said. "The dementors want your soul..."

He looked at his cousin with some curiosity. In fact, they didn't talk much whether it was last summer or this summer, because Harry's return to Privet Drive was very short, and he locked himself in his room for a very long time. Harry gradually realized that the cup of iced tea he stepped on might not be a prank.

Although he was touched, Harry was relieved to see that Dudley was exhausted from expressing his feelings and could no longer speak.

Dudley tried to open his mouth once or twice, but still blushed and fell silent.

Aunt Petunia was already crying. Hestia's originally satisfied expression turned into anger when she saw that the person Aunt Petunia ran to hug was Dudley instead of Harry.

"It's so... so thoughtful, Dada..." She cried on his strong chest, "Such... such a lovely man... boy... said... said thank you..."

"But he didn't say thank you at all!" Hestia said angrily, "He just said he didn't think Harry was trash!"

"Yes, but when Dudley says something like that, it's like saying 'I love you,'" Harry said matter-of-factly, watching in amazement as Aunt Petunia still held onto Dudley as tightly as if he had just It was as if Harry had been saved from a burning house.

"Are we leaving or not?" Uncle Vernon shouted, appearing at the door of the living room again, "I thought we were pressed for time!"

"Yes... yes, we are really pressed for time," Dedalo Dige said. He had been looking at these changes in confusion just now, but now he finally came to his senses.

"We are indeed going to leave soon, Harry..." He quickly walked to Harry's side and held Harry's hand tightly with both hands, "... I wish you good luck and I hope we can meet again. It's up to you to save the wizarding world. "

"Oh," Harry said, "Okay, thank you."

"Very well, Harry," Hestia said, taking his hand as well. "Our hearts are with you."

"I hope everything goes well for you," Harry said, glancing at Aunt Petunia and Dudley.

"Oh, I think we're going to be good buddies," Di Ge said, waving his hat slightly and walking out of the room. Hestia also left. Dudley gently broke away from his mother's hand, walked to the man who had threatened him with magic, and then he stretched out his big pink hand.

"Gee, Dudley," Harry said over Aunt Petunia's sobs, "have the dementors turned you into a different person?"

"Hey, who knows," Dudley muttered, "Well, goodbye, Harry."

"Well..." Harry said, holding Dudley's hand and shaking it, "Maybe we can meet again, be careful, Brother D."

For a moment, Dudley almost laughed. They walked out of the house together, Harry listening to the heavy footsteps crossing the gravel road, and then the car door closed.

Aunt Petunia's face had been buried in her handkerchief. When she heard the sound, she raised her head and found that she was alone with Harry. She quickly put the handkerchief into her pocket and said, "Well, goodbye."

Then without looking at Harry again, he walked out the door. "Goodbye," said Harry. She suddenly stopped and turned her head. For a moment, Harry had a strange feeling, as if Petunia had something to say to him; she looked at Harry with a strange and shocking look, as if She was about to say it, but she just turned around sharply and left the room, following her husband and son.

Suddenly, Harry's heart felt empty as he watched Aunt Petunia leave.

She had something to say, and Harry's almost blurted farewell stopped for a moment.

The door closed with a bang, and now he was the only one in the entire Dursley's house. This was almost his dream when he was a child, to eat some delicious food and even play with Brother D's computer, but now... (Not finished yet) Continued)