Chapter 1614 Difficult Parting

Hearing Harry mention dementors, Dudley suddenly raised his hand to cover his mouth.

Seeing both his parents and Harry staring at him, he slowly put his hands down and asked uneasily, "Are there... more?"

"There are more?" Harry laughed. "You mean, besides the two who attacked us last time? Of course there are, there are thousands of them, which should be all of them, because Dumbledore wiped out The evil... that monster located below Azkaban, there are no new dementors anymore, but the current number alone is enough to form a powerful army. They are difficult to destroy. Dementors rely on fear and despair......"

"Come on, come on!" growled Vernon Dursley, "don't mention those horrible words, you've got it right."

He finally figured out what was going on, there were thousands of fear-mongering and despair-mongering monsters roaming around outside their house.

They brought the dense fog that has shrouded this country for a year, and the air pollution was talked about every day on the TV.

Can't those officials of the Ministry of Environmental Protection do something useful?

Because of this, Mr. Dursley's machinery company has been inspected many times this year, and many businesses have been affected, but now he knows that the damn fog outside was created by the magic of dementors. , Really...Damn it!

"I hope you understand," said Harry, looking into his uncle's small eyes, "as soon as I turn seventeen, all those fellows, Death Eaters, Dementors, Werewolves, and maybe Inferi, Even corpses bewitched by dark wizards can find you, and they will definitely attack you. If you remember the last time you fought with wizards, I think you will admit that you need help."

There was another moment of silence as the Dursleys thought about it.

The scene of the last contest with a wizard, Sirius Black's vicious threat, Arthur Weasley blasting their fireplace, Dudley grew a pig's tail again, and of course, the first time he saw the terrible Magic, the sound of Hagrid smashing a wooden door, seemed to come from afar after so many years.

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

Silence, silence, silence!

Finally, Uncle Vernon said suddenly, "But what about my job? What about Dudley's school? I guess a bunch of idle wizards don't care about these things, do they? Well, what are you going to do about these things?" Woolen cloth?"

"Work, school?! Don't you understand?" Harry yelled, "They're going to torture you and kill you, like they did to my parents!"

"Dad!" cried Dudley, unable to hold himself back. "Dad, I want to go with the Order of the Phoenix."

"Dudley," said Harry, "for the first time in your life you said something plain."

He knew the game was over, and since Dudley was so frightened that he would accept the Order's help, his parents would be with him: how could they leave their little baby Dada? Harry looked at the traveling clock on the mantelpiece.

"What day is today? Yes, it's today. According to the agreement last time, they will come in about a minute." He said, "Get ready."

No one in the Dursleys answered, and he left the living room.

Thinking of him being separated from his aunt, uncle, and cousin, and maybe never seeing each other again, he was not without joy, but the atmosphere was still a little awkward.

What else is there to say to each other after sixteen years of extreme dislike?

Reason told Harry that he should be grateful to his uncle and aunt, they took him in and protected him, but if he could do it all over again, Harry would rather he had never been here.

Complicated emotions condensed in Harry's heart. He wanted to say goodbye to the Dursleys pretending to be relaxed, but at this moment, the word was so, so difficult to say.

Perhaps it is best to just separate like this!

Back in the bedroom, Harry fiddled with his backpack aimlessly, and stuffed some owl food into Hedwig's cage.

They plopped to the bottom of the cage, and Hedwig ignored them.

"We're leaving soon, really soon!" Harry told it, "and then you'll be flying again, and never have to come back here, ever..."

Hedwig stared at Harry quietly with her big amber eyes.

Strange, why is it a little sad, shouldn't it be joyful?

Harry tried not to think about the future of the Dursleys, but instead thought about the scene where Alvin, Hermione and their parents parted.

He knew that it must be very difficult, very difficult, much more difficult than here.

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The parting scene was as difficult as Harry had expected.

Ivan and Hermione discussed that they were going to revise the memories of both parents. His parents went to China, and they never had a son; and Hermione's parents' greatest wish in life was to emigrate to Australia, and they were about to make it happen.

The Order of the Phoenix escorted them to the plane, and wizards from abroad would help.

They would all change their names so that Voldemort would not be able to find them easily.

After the war is over, if Aiwen and Hermione are still alive, they will naturally look for them; if they can't go back, the magic left on them will ensure that they will be safe and happy for a lifetime, but they will not have children... They will never forget Ivan and Hermione, and will never recall this painful memory.

When Ivan and Hermione talked about this decision, Hermione couldn't help but tears filled her eyes, and Ivan knew it was too cruel to her.

He wanted Hermione to go with the Grangers, or go to a magic school in China according to his original idea, but whenever Ivan mentioned this suggestion, Hermione was very angry and turned him into a black cat. Teach me a lesson.

Ivan knew that it was impossible for Hermione to leave him.

As early as a few months ago, when he said his plan, no, it should have been a few years ago, when Hermione decided to be with Ivan, she had already made a decision.

Will not be separated, even if we have to embark on a dangerous journey together, even if the end of this journey is death.

She was willing too, and Ivan knew he couldn't refuse.

He finally offered to go and cast the spell on the Grangers for her, but Hermione refused, and she wanted to do it herself...

Maybe it was a feeling, although no one said it, but that afternoon, when Ivan and Hermione walked down the stairs, their parents were sitting in the living room.

They knew it was time to say goodbye!

When Hermione couldn't help crying and threw herself into Mrs. Granger's arms, Ivan let go of his wand, and under the watchful eyes of his parents, he explained the ins and outs of the whole thing, and The decisions and arrangements he and Hermione had decided on.

The atmosphere was calm and sad, not much shock.

At the beginning of this summer vacation, Lupine had already talked about the matter before sending them here, and they were already mentally prepared.

I just didn't expect that this day would come so soon.