"Look at his name!" Uncle Fennon said, snorting, "Tom? His parents were not attentive. I bet that a million people in the whole of England called this name, and Tom was everywhere, colleagues who were attending meetings with you, those who were doing promotions, those who played football, and those who were vagabonds..."

He mumbled, as if he used this to cover up the food that was getting lighter and lighter.

This helped Harry, because he had just shaken his hands and left a stain on the clean tablecloth. Aunt Penny was taken away before she could throw her disgusting eyes over. Harry quickly picked up the fork and made up his mind to leave immediately after dinner.

The newscaster dutifully reported—

"...The original hotline will be closed..." Uncle Feinong began to express his opinions fiercely again, "Where is the photo? What about he looks like? There is a bounty!" He roared, as if he was angry that he had missed an extra income.

"He's already caught," Harry pointed out dryly.

I thought that if he knew the meaning of this name, it would probably not be this attitude. No, he didn't even need to tell him that the name once belonged to Voldemort. He just needed to let him know that this was a dark wizard without any moral concepts, and the leader of a criminal gang would be enough to scare the courage of Uncle Fennon, who was so timid and weak.

"You don't need to remind me!" Uncle Feinong shouted at Harry...

"There is no hotline." Aunt Penny suddenly said, as always, she was keen enough about secrets and gossip.

"What?" Uncle Feinong asked in surprise.

"There is no hotline, I haven't seen it...it's not mentioned on TV, and," Aunt Penny frowned, "I haven't heard of this name either."

Harry fully understood what she meant. She would not let go of any topic of conversation easily. The murderer was a very exciting topic. If she could take the opportunity to comment on the existing security, she would immediately make her stand out in the neighborhood afternoon tea.

Harry looked at the broadcaster and had a different understanding of this. Perhaps this was the wizards' code, telling his fellow wizards hiding in the Muggle community: The war is over... He praised the people who came up with the idea, because the name "Voldemort" should not appear on the Muggle TV show, and it would be much safer to replace it with "Tom Riddle". With Rita Skitter's continuous reports, the name Voldemort used when he was young is no longer a secret.

He was thinking about his thoughts, and at some point, the dining table became quiet, and Uncle Feinnon and Aunt Penny stared at him together.

Harry was confused and didn't know how he messed with them, but the TV news gave him the answer-

"... Some ornithologists speculate that the abnormal behavior of owls may be related to changes in the Earth's magnetic field. It is reported that this kind of situation has not happened for the first time, as early as fifteen years ago..."

Aunt Penny took a breath, Uncle Feinnon's little eyes bulged hard, and the fork in his hand was bent.

"I'm done," Harry said quickly, and he put down his utensils and sat up from his chair.

"Don't think about leaving, we need an explanation, boy!" Uncle Feinong shouted loudly.

"there is nothing--"

"Yes!" Dudley suddenly interrupted, staring at a pair of small eyes inherited from his father. "I heard it all," he pointed at Harry with his fat fingers. Harry had to look carefully before he could find the fork in the hand.

"——In his room, there are always sounds of flapping wings and birds crying at night."

"That's an owl!"

"It's really your fault-"

Harry was secretly angry. "Well," he tried his best to calm himself down. "A big thing really happened in the wizard world, Voldemort fell," he pointed to the TV. "The man just said that was him, Tom Riddle, which was his name when he was in school."

Without waiting for them to react, Harry ran upstairs in two steps in three steps.

Maybe he should have told them that Harry thought when he pushed open the door, but he was too busy for a while and had no time to think about it, let alone what if he really said it? Will they be really happy?

The bedroom was messy, with many things scattered, and even the place where you could get your feet was pitifully small.

If this scene fell into Aunt Penny's eyes, she would definitely scream, but she hadn't been here for a long time. If it was not necessary, she would try not to call Harry's name. So Harry was so at ease that he messed up the room. He glanced out the window and said that Sirius had been back late these days.

Of course, his godfather was happily catching the black wizard who had lost the net with his old partner, so how could he have time to care about him? Harry thought in a silence, wondering when Sirius would realize the fact that he was stuck between Remus and Tonks...

Hedwig pecked at the cage in the cage. Harry bent over and opened the cage door. After Hedwig came out, he spread his wings and flew along the window like a ghost into the dark night. He moved the cage and picked up the small box on the ground.

Inside are some unfolded letters, pressed together and placed in chronological order. The top one is sent by Hermione yesterday.

Harry sat in the chair and started reading from the middle, and he was already very familiar with the above content.

"... Our family went to Norway. The weather was very hot most of the time. The salmon here was very delicious. I dare not go into the water. The waves were a bit big. I was worried that I would not be able to resist using magic. If you travel here, you must bring your toiletries and prepare a thick piece of clothing. If it rains, the weather will still be a little cold..."

"The letter your friend wrote to you?"

Harry suddenly raised his head and saw Dudley's fat body blocking the door. He seemed to be trying to point the letter in Harry's hand with his chin, but in addition to making his three-layer fat chin more obvious, it also blocked his already small eyes.

"It has nothing to do with you."

Harry said angrily, he strode past the owl cage, stacked up books, Hogwarts school robe, old clothes, and walked up to close the door. A strange thing flashed in his heart. Dudley had been away from here like his parents before.

But Dudley blocked the door with one hand, and Harry's hand was still on the door handle. Only then did he realize that his cousin had practiced boxing, and his large body was not all fat - but it might take Dudley a lifetime to make the muscles wrapped inside appear.

Harry stared at his eyes, restraining the idea of ​​threatening him with magic. But if Dudley suddenly had a bad mind and wanted to regain his hobby when he was in elementary school, Harry had no advantage in body shape.

At this time, Dudley bent down—his left hand was still firmly on the door, but the bent down was even more physically exhausting—he picked up a stack of parchment from the ground, “The secret of the patron saint—by Harry Potter, are you going to write a book? Just like Gidro Lohart?”

"Give it back!" Harry said angrily, "I am different from that liar! Wait - how do you know-"

He stared at Dudley with a shocked look on his face.

He didn't know when Dudley had intervened in his life in another world, and it felt like someone who had been with him for more than ten years, such as the Dursleys and Mrs. Feige, who suddenly confessed to him that he was a wizard...

This is ridiculous. There must be a reason, and it is likely to be from himself. A flash of inspiration passed by, and Harry suddenly remembered something. He strode to the cabinet, and ran through several quills and ink bottles in the middle, but Harry was not careful at all. He pulled open the closet and threw the dirty clothes aside, and his hand reached into a slightly deeper drawer without a baffle - it was empty.

"Did you take my book?" Harry gritted his teeth and said, "The anger of privacy being spied out, and a long-standing suppressed emotion burst out. He thought unhappily about what he was a child: he didn't have a decent toy in his hand, all of which were left of Dudley. And he had to hide from Dudley. If he saw it, it would be nothing more than two consequences. Either he cried to Aunt Penny and would rather throw it away; or he would just snatch it from Harry and step on it.

The only comforting thing is that Dudley has never entered the cupboard he lived in that year, because he couldn't squeeze in when he was six, which made Harry stock up on a few ragged toys like a house elf.

When Harry reacted, the wand had already appeared in his hand like lightning, pressing against Dudley's neck. The tip of the wand was flashing with a threatening red light. Dudley was full of fear, his neck kept tilting back, and his fat toes stood up, like a crappy ballerina.

"Don't-you can't-out of school-use magic-"

"I don't care!" Harry squeezed out a few words from his teeth, "I don't care, do you understand?" He seriously considered whether to chant a spell for Dudley. He saw a spell in the textbook of the mixed-blood prince, which could make his toes grow rapidly, but Harry immediately thought of Snape, and he felt even worse.

"You never dare to come here normally. I should have thought of it... something is wrong with you this summer vacation." Harry took a breath, "That's right, you stole my book, Lockhart... and that comic... Do you think you know magic, right? Tell me, what do you want to do this time?"

Dudley seemed to be unable to breathe, his face turned red, his hand wanted to push away the wand, but a few sparks appeared in the wand, and he was so scared that he didn't dare to move at all.

Harry calmed down a little.

He took two steps back and pulled the wand out of Dudley's second chin, pointing the tip of the wand to the ground. His first reaction was bad, Dudley would complain, but then he thought, it seemed good. Harry stared at the messy room, he could pack his luggage and move to the house rented by Sirius overnight.

Now that Voldemort has been caught, Harry doesn't think he will be in danger, so there seems to be no loss in the failure of protection magic? As soon as this idea appears, it takes root in Harry's head and grows quickly into a towering tree.

Dudley finally reacted.

He slowly inserted his hand into his pocket and took out a few bills from it. Harry stared at his eyes. For a moment, he thought he had discovered Dudley's real purpose - to come and show off how much pocket money he had. But Harry quickly thought of something. He looked at Dudley who was trying hard to talk, and a strange feeling surged in his heart.

“I—buy—money—”

"You want to pay for something? What to buy from me?"

Dudley opened his mouth, his face flushed, as if he had lost his speaking function.

"Zi-Zi-Zi-Zi-Zi-Zi-Zi-Zi-Zi-Zi-Zi-Zi-Zi-Zi-Zi-Zi-Zi-Zi-Zi-Zi-Zi-Zi-Zi-Zi-Zi-Zi-Zi-Zi-Zi-Zi-Zi-Zi-Zi-Zi-Zi-Zi-Zi-Zi-Zi-Zi-Zi-Zi-

"Sizzling bee candy?"

"And, there's Hu--"

"Little Pepper Naughty?"

“Dalley-Dadda-TV show is beginning—it’s your favorite—”

Aunt Penny's shouting in the living room broke the silence between the two. Dudley quickly withdrew, just as Harry was chasing behind and chanting evil curse. He stood at the door and shouted downstairs with a look of shock, "I understand-I'll get down right away."

Then he turned his head, as if he had regained enough courage from his mother, and he stared at Harry's forehead for a while.

"Is what the comic book says true? That's what you mentioned above, the famous Porter?"

"Yes, the famous Porter." Harry repeated dryly.

Dudley disappeared into sight. The stairs let out overwhelmed moans, and Harry was stunned for a few seconds, walked forward and slammed the door. He locked the door with uncertainty, sat back onto the chair, and stared at the messy room.

He remembered that Dudley hadn't returned the book yet, and of course he didn't leave any money, so he just pretended to behave. Harry thought a little meanly, but he was doing a good business and was expected to inherit his father's position.

He imagined what the middle-aged Dudley looked like, which was a completely replica of Uncle Fennon. At most, it was larger in size and thicker in fingers. He heard that Dudley was playing baseball, but Harry had no expectations for what he could achieve. This was contrary to Aunt Penny's point of view, and some of them must have been wrong.

Harry stood up, picked up the parchment from the ground, and the knocked ink bottle made the first few pages of the parchment look so dirty, but Harry was not worried, and he almost memorized the contents on it. This is his own book, which may be published in the future. Harry seemed extremely patient and could be called careful words.

Speaking of which, Harry had never considered publishing issues at all.

Maybe he should ask Professor Heip? But he denied this idea. He didn't want to contact Professor Heip or President Dumbledore now. He heard the complete prophecy from Sirius and knew his fate: one must die at the hands of the other, because two people cannot live together, and only one survives...

At one moment, a strong hope ignited in Harry's heart. If one could survive, it should be him, right? Because Voldemort had been caught. Obviously, Sirius thought so, so when Harry asked, he told Harry readily.

But Harry knew more, that he was a Horcrux, part of Voldemort's life.

Sirius didn't know the Horcrux, and he was excluded from the truth. This was confirmed repeatedly by Harry. He found the feeling of being sympathetic in Sirius, and at the same time he had a faint wave of his fate. Or was Principal Dumbledore also trying to find a way to make himself survive?

Harry didn't dare to ask this question. He was ready to die with a sigh and did not want to be hit again. He could only wait, and if they - Professor Happ or President Dumbledore - developed something, they would definitely tell him.

Flutter.

The owl flew in from the window. Harry thought it was Hedwig, but another yellow-brown owl came in. It wandered around the house in disgust, barely found a place for itself, stood on the windowsill, and raised its right leg.

Harry walked over and took off the square envelope.

He was stunned when he saw the Ministry of Magic sign and the mark of the Wizard Examination Administration.

He completely forgot about the O.W.Ls test scores.

At the same time, several things happened almost at the same time—

Felix said goodbye to his orphanage friend's house; Dumbledore, who had been busy for a day, received news in a foreign land: Gellert Grindelwald mysteriously disappeared and suspected of jailbreak; and an uninvited guest broke into Ligustworth Road and rented a house nearby.

"Sir, are you planning to stay for a long time?"

"I'm sorry, I have other itineraries. I'll stay here for about a month. I'll see a few people later, including old friends, and pen pals who have never been able to meet... Speaking of which, my pen pal has been full of witty words and unique. Most of my purpose in this trip is to hope to chat with him in person..."

For the sake of the high rent, the landlord did not make any comments.

"By the way...the Dursleys live nearby?"

"Yes, are you relatives with them?" the landlord asked curiously, "I haven't heard them mention it at all."

"No." Grindelwald said softly. He is in a much better shape now, his cheeks are still thin, but he is still not skinny. He is wearing exquisite and sophisticated clothes, looking like an old-school gentleman.

He smiled appropriately and said, "I just often hear that pen pal mention the name of this family's child - he is a school teacher, and to be honest, my ears are calling out."

"You said Dudley Dursley?"
Chapter completed!