Chapter 1617 Past Enmity

Harry never saw his uncle and aunt in the photos Sirius gave of his parents' wedding.

They hadn't made it to the wedding, but from what he knew of his parents, there was no way her mother hadn't invited the Dursleys.

Judging from Uncle Vernon's tone, maybe there was a problem when the two sides met for the first time...

In the past, Harry would have tried to figure it out, figured out what his father said to Uncle Vernon, or made Uncle Vernon apologize to his father, and if he was more excited, he would take out his wand and do something to his uncle What, like this time three years ago, he blew up his aunt. But it doesn't matter now, he knows his father a little bit, and knows that he is not as perfect as he imagined before.

Maybe it wasn't Uncle Vernon who was wrong...

For Harry at this time, the past hatred of the Dursleys was nothing!

Although he was still reluctant to admit it, Harry actually forgave them in his heart, or didn't take it to heart.

The most important thing he saw in his heart in the past has become less important as he grows older.

Once, he tried everything possible to integrate into this family and to get the approval of his uncle and aunt.

However, time and time again, he only got disappointment and unfair treatment, and that growing disappointment and hatred.

Until now, Harry still remembers those thoughts when he was a child, but it doesn't matter now, there is a wider world waiting for him.

Looking back, he has been imprisoned in this small house, and his uncle and aunt are not as bad as he once imagined.

They had their opinions, just like most Muggles had about wizards, and the Dursleys had taken Harry in even though they knew it would be dangerous.

For a Muggle family, that's a remarkable move.

You know, they could have sent Harry to the orphanage at that time, just like what Voldemort experienced, even with Dumbledore's letter...

Sixteen years ago, Voldemort personally selected Harry and gave him a mark, but his misfortune was not copied to Harry. As Dumbledore once said, his childhood in the Dursleys may not have been so good, but he was still protected, raised, and learned what love is!

yes, love!

Harry remembered what Ivan said to himself again, and persuaded him to apologize to Snape for his father. Although he felt that he might never forgive Snape in his life, the Dursleys were not Snape. Pu, some words are actually not as difficult as imagined.

"If my dad said anything unreasonable to you back then, I apologize for him." Harry suddenly said to Uncle Vernon, his voice was very low, but it was heard clearly in the ears of everyone present, "and ,goodbye!"

Vernon Dursley froze suddenly, as if he didn't expect Harry to say that.

For a moment, he stared blankly at Harry, wondering what he was thinking, and then waved his hands irritably.

"Boy, what are you talking about, I...dammit, are we leaving?! It's been too long." Dursley left the room awkwardly.

"Yes, yes!" said Dedalus Diggle, who had looked at these scenes in a daze just now, and seemed to have failed to understand the strange relationship between Harry and the Dursleys. Urging, he seemed to come back to his senses, "We really have to go, Harry..."

He hurried forward and squeezed Harry's hand tightly with both of his.

"I wish you good luck, I hope we will have a period in the future, and the hope of the wizarding world rests on your shoulders."

"Oh!" said Harry. "Okay, thanks."

"Goodbye, Harry!" said Hestia, also holding his hand tightly, "we will miss you."

"Hope everything goes well," said Harry, glancing at Aunt Petunia and Dudley.

"Oh, I'm sure we'll be good friends," said Diggle cheerfully, waving his hat, and leaving the drawing room.

Hestia followed, and at that moment Dudley broke loose from his mother's arms and walked towards Harry.

Harry had to resist the urge to threaten him with magic, and Dudley held out his fat, pink hand. Aunt Petunia's sobbing resumed, and Harry held out his hand. He felt that Dudley had changed a lot, but since even he had said those things to Uncle Vernon just now, it didn't seem to matter.

Their relationship has changed since Harry rescued Dudley from the dementors.

"Goodbye, Harry," said Dudley, who suddenly came up to give Harry a hug. "I'll miss you."

"Okay... I'll miss you too, maybe..." Harry said uncertainly, breaking away from Dudley's embrace, "Take care, Brother D."

Dudley almost smiled, and staggered out of the living room.

Harry heard his heavy feet on the gravel driveway, and then the door slammed shut.

Aunt Petunia, who had been hiding her face in her handkerchief, looked up at the sound.

At this time, only the two of them were left in the living room.

She didn't seem to expect to be alone with Harry, and hurriedly pocketed the wet handkerchief, saying, "Well, goodbye."

Then, without looking at Harry, she strode toward the door.

"Goodbye," said Harry.

Aunt Petunia stopped and turned around. For a moment, Harry had a strange feeling that Aunt Petunia wanted to say something to him: she looked at him oddly and timidly, as if hesitating to speak, but then she jerked her head and rushed out. door, chasing her husband and son.

Looking at the empty living room, Harry had an inexplicable feeling that he had never felt so empty in the past sixteen years.

Farewell, Uncle Vernon!

Goodbye, Aunt Petunia!

Goodbye, Dudley!

Harry ran upstairs to his bedroom and rushed to the window just in time to see the Dursleys' car turn across the driveway and onto the road, with Dedalore's top hat on the back seat between Aunt Petunia and Dudley, The car turned right at the end of Privet Drive, the windows glowed fiery red in the westering sun, and then disappeared.

Harry picked up Hedwig's cage, picked up his Firebolt and backpack, and took a last look at the unnaturally neat bedroom, then went crookedly downstairs to the living room, and put the birdcage, broom and backpack on the stairs by the feet.

The light quickly dimmed, and the living room looked shadowy in the twilight.

There was such a silence that Harry stood here knowing he was leaving the house for good, and it was strange.

The inexplicable feeling when we parted just now reappeared and became extremely strong.

Long ago, the Dursleys went out to play and left him alone at home, and those few hours alone were a rare treat: a quick treat from the fridge, then rush upstairs, play Play Dudley's game console, or turn on the TV and choose whatever channel you want.

Thinking of those times, he felt an inexplicable melancholy in his heart, as if thinking of a little brother who had been lost.

That was his childhood, the memory of him being part of the Dursleys, and now, all of that is gone!