Chapter 1616 The Hatred that Started 18 Years Ago

After Dedalus finished speaking, there was a moment of silence, and no one answered. Uncle Vernon was still staring at the bulge in Dedalus' vest pocket in fear, in a daze, in a daze...

Harry didn't speak either, he was thinking of a sudden change of plan.

How would the Order of the Phoenix plan to take him without using Apparation? !

"Perhaps we should wait in the outer hall, Dedalus," whispered Hestia. She thought more about it, and felt that it was inappropriate for Harry and the Dursleys to stay in the house with tenderness and perhaps tearful goodbyes to each other.

"No need," Harry muttered.

Without Harry bothering to explain, Uncle Vernon's next words made further explanation unnecessary, saying loudly, "Well, that's farewell, boy."

He stretched his right arm forward to shake Harry's hand, but at the last moment, unable to face it, he clenched his hand into a fist and moved it back and forth like a metronome.

"Ready, Dada?" asked Aunt Petunia, checking the clasp of her handbag nonchalantly so as not to look at Harry at all.

Dudley didn't answer, standing there with his mouth slightly open reminded Harry vaguely of Grop the Giant, they were alike in a way.

"Well, that's it, let's go," said Uncle Vernon.

He had already reached the living room door when Dudley muttered, "I don't understand."

"What don't you understand, honey?" Aunt Petunia asked, looking up at her son.

Dudley pointed a fat ham-like finger at Harry and said, "I don't understand, why doesn't he come with us?"

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia froze, staring at Dudley as though Dudley had just said he wanted to be a ballet dancer.

"What?" asked Uncle Vernon aloud.

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

"Oh, he, he doesn't want to go!" Uncle Vernon said, turning to stare at Harry and asked, "You don't want to go, do you?"

"Yeah, not at all," said Harry.

"That's all right, the kid wants to stay here, he wants to." Uncle Vernon said to Dudley, "Okay, leave him alone, let's go."

Uncle Vernon strode out of the living room. Everyone in the room heard the front door open, but Dudley didn't move.

Aunt Petunia staggered a few steps, then stopped, looking at Dudley.

"What's the matter?" Uncle Vernon reappeared at the door, growling.

Dudley seemed to be struggling with some inarticulate thoughts, and after a moment of seemingly painful inner struggle, he said, "But where is he going?"

Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

Apparently Dudley had terrified them.

At this moment Scarlett Jones broke the silence.

"Sorry to interrupt, but... of course you know where your nephew is going, don't you?" she asked bewilderedly.

"Of course we know!" said Vernon Dursley. "Of course he's going with the likes of you, isn't he? His godfather, the murderer... Well, Dudley, let's get in the car, You heard the man say, time is running out."

Vernon Dursley strode up to the front door again, but Dudley didn't follow, and Dursley had to stop again.

"Go with a few people like us?"

Before he could speak, Heska seemed annoyed.

Harry had encountered this attitude before, and wizards seemed shocked to see such indifference from the famous Harry Potter's closest relatives, which seemed to be the most difficult thing for them to accept.

"Forget it!" Harry persuaded, "It's nothing, it's really nothing."

"Nothing?" Heska followed up, her voice raised very high, with an ominous tone, "How could it be nothing? Do these people know what you have been through? Do they know what danger you are facing? Do they know that you are Unique place at the heart of the anti-Voldemort movement? We are not fleeing in disgrace, we are fighting, saving the wizarding world, saving this country, you are a hero, Harry!"

"Well, no, they don't," said Harry. "Actually, they probably thought I was a piece of shit, but it's okay, I'm used to it."

"I don't think you're trash."

Harry probably wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen Dudley's lips move.

He stared at Dudley for a few seconds before finally admitting that it was Dudley who was talking, at least he saw Dudley's face flushed, and Harry himself was embarrassed and surprised.

"Oh, oh, thank you, Dudley."

Dudley seemed to be dealing with some inexpressible thoughts again, didn't know what to say, opened his mouth for a long time, and finally murmured, "You saved my life."

"You can't say that!" said Harry. "It's mainly because of me, and besides, it was your soul that the Dementor was trying to take..."

He looked at his cousin curiously. This summer vacation and last summer vacation, they had almost no contact. Harry returned to Privet Drive for a short time and always stayed in his room. After Sirius warned, De The Seeleys also strictly kept Dudley away from Harry, especially after the dementor attack.

Knowing this, Harry vaguely realized that the cup of herbal tea he kicked might not be a prank at all. Although he was very moved, he was relieved to see that Dudley's ability to express his feelings seemed to have been exhausted.

Dudley opened his mouth, blushing, and said nothing.

Aunt Petunia burst into tears and rushed over.

Hestia Jones looked at her approvingly, but she didn't expect that Aunt Petunia rushed to hug Dudley instead of Harry, and Hestia's face was full of anger.

"So, so good, Dada..." She cried against Dudley's broad chest, "What a, what a cute child, who will, will say thank you..."

"He didn't say thank you at all!" said Hestia angrily. "He just said he didn't think Harry was worthless!"

"Yeah, but it came out of Dudley like 'I love you'," said Harry.

Aunt Petunia continued to hold Dudley tightly, as if Dudley had just rescued Harry from a burning house, and Harry looked annoyed and amused.

At this moment, Uncle Vernon came over impatiently.

"Shall we go!" he growled, and then looked at Harry unnaturally, "Listen, boy, I don't think you're trash either, but I don't like you, yeah, don't know Has anyone ever said that you look a lot like your dad, a lot, since we first met that night eighteen years ago, I've recognized what kind of guy he is, arrogant, powerless, impolite, and likes to tease people, You and him are almost carved out of the same mold, since childhood, they are just as annoying, but...Damn it, whether we can go or not, time is tight!"

He waved his hand vigorously, but the following words could not continue.

Harry was stunned, too, when Uncle Vernon mentioned that he and his father had first met eighteen years ago, and no one had ever told him about it.

Obviously, that meeting was not a pleasant one.

Eighteen years ago, it was the year his parents graduated from Hogwarts, and it was also the year his parents got married.

A lot happened that year, and Uncle Vernon's hatred for Harry seemed to stem from it.