Chapter 1613 Argument

Silence, silence, Harry thought the words had stunned his uncle.

He seemed less convinced that Sirius would be that rich, but also less convinced that they would go to such great lengths to seize the house, and he was caught in a paradox of thought.

"Well, well, the child of Mr. Mason's family..."

"You mean Ivan?" Harry reminded.

He knew that in the eyes of Uncle Vernon, the Aiwen family was the real rich and prestigious people, and they had always been their envious role models.

Of course, this role model is limited to the Masons.

In the past few years, Uncle Vernon has lamented more than once that the biggest mistake of the Masons was giving birth to a wizard son. Compared with each other, having a wizard nephew in their family does not seem to be an unbearable thing.

Out of yearning for the upper class, and possibly to maintain the lucrative long-term orders, the Dursleys tolerated Ivan to an unimaginable height. On several occasions, they even asked Harry to invite Ivan to They are guests at home, which is contrary to their philosophy of staying away from wizards as much as possible.

But this kind of thing happened, even Harry found it incredible.

"Yes, Alvin Mason, of course I remember the boy's name," said Uncle Vernon, pacing again. "Is their family leaving too? Like us?"

"Yes." Harry said, "Ivan said that the Masons are going to China."

"China?! It's all because of the demon king you claim..."

"It's Voldemort!" Harry said impatiently. "We've discussed this a hundred times. It's not a claim, it's a fact. Dumbledore told you last year, and Sirius told you, Kings Lay and Mr Weasley..."

Vernon Dursley arched his shoulders angrily, and Harry guessed his uncle was trying to get rid of the memory.

A few days after Harry's summer vacation, two adult wizards came to visit unexpectedly. The appearance of Kingsley Shacklebolt and Arthur Weasley at the door again gave the Dursleys a very unpleasant shock, after all they had just recovered from the shock Sirius gave them at the railway station .

Harry had to admit that Mr. Weasley had left half the living room in ruins, and his reappearance would certainly not please Uncle Vernon.

"They've explained it!" Harry continued unmoved. "As soon as I turn seventeen, the spell protecting me will be lifted, and you and I will be exposed. The Order of the Phoenix believes that Voldemort will target you." You, either tortured you, tortured my whereabouts, or thought that I would rush to rescue you if you were held hostage."

The eyes of Uncle Vernon and Harry met, and at this moment, Harry believed that the same question had arisen in their minds.

Then Uncle Vernon started pacing again.

Harry continued, "So, you must hide. The Order of the Phoenix is ​​willing to help and provide you with the best and strictest protection."

Uncle Vernon did not speak, but continued to pace up and down.

"We're going with the Masons..." he said, seemingly finding a solution to the problem at last.

"I don't think this is possible. The Order of the Phoenix has different arrangements. The goal of your gathering together is too big, and it is easy to be tracked by Voldemort. The Masons have also left long ago. Ivan made arrangements at the beginning of the summer vacation. They The family may not be in the UK now. Besides, what can you do when you go to China?"

"Anything!" muttered Uncle Vernon, and he took a few more steps, knowing that Harry was telling the truth, because he had paid a special visit to Mason's house not long ago, and the place was deserted. A few days ago, he inquired through the company and learned that the Masons did suddenly decide to invest in China, and they might not come back for a long time.

It was unusual to leave in such a hurry that even the people in Mr. Mason's company were surprised.

The only explanation is what Harry said, they went to China not for any business, but to avoid the pursuit of the devil.

If only he had made up his mind earlier, Dursley really planned to leave with the Masons in his heart.

"Isn't there a Ministry of Magic?" asked Vernon Dursley suddenly.

"Not bad." Harry was surprised.

"Then, why can't they protect us? In my opinion, we, as innocent victims, have done nothing bad except adopting a suspect, and should be protected by the government!"

Harry laughed, and he couldn't help laughing.

That's what my uncle is, always pinning his hopes on people who are higher than them or in powerful departments, even in that world he hates and doesn't trust.

First he wanted to be with the Masons, and now he mentioned the Ministry of Magic.

As if doing so would make him feel safe.

"You should have heard what Mr. Weasley and Kingsley said, and they said more details than Sirius." Harry replied, "We can't contact the Ministry of Magic, because the Order of the Phoenix believes that the Ministry of Magic has mixed with bad people, Voldemort people."

Uncle Vernon strode to the fireplace and back again, panting heavily.

The thick black mustache also fluctuated, and the big face was still purplish red.

"Well, well!" he said, stopping in front of Harry again, "well, let's just say, I believe what you're talking about, we accept the protection, but I still don't see why the Big Kingsley protects us."

Harry tried to hold back, not rolling his eyes.

In the past summer vacation, this question has been raised six or seven times.

"I told you," said Harry through gritted teeth, "Kingsley is protecting Ma... your Prime Minister, I mean."

"That's right, he's the best!" said Uncle Vernon, pointing to the blank TV screen.

The Dursleys had seen Kingsley on the news, and he had quietly followed the Muggle prime minister when he visited the hospital.

With this, and Kingsley's mastery of Muggle dressing, and more importantly, there was something comforting in his deep, slow voice, which made the Dursleys alone among wizards. Kingsley looked at him differently, but they had never seen Kingsley wearing earrings.

"He already has a mission!" Harry said, "Mr. Mason and Mrs. Mason did not ask him to protect them, but accepted the designated members of the Order of the Phoenix. The wizards of the Order of the Phoenix are trustworthy, and for your protection, As we said last time, Hestia Jones and Dedalus Diggle would be better suited for the job...”

"I don't believe it, even if we look at the resume..."

Uncle Vernon hadn't finished speaking before Harry lost his patience.

He stood up abruptly, walked to his uncle, and pointed at the TV.

"None of these accidents are accidents. Earthquakes, tsunamis, explosions, plane crashes, train derailments, everything that's happened since the last time we saw the news. People disappeared, people died, and he, Voldemort, did it all. I I've told you countless times that he kills Muggles for pleasure. He's probably killed a lot of people outside of this country. In fact, even the fog was made by dementors, if you If you can’t remember what a dementor is, just ask your son!”