As expected the next day, the TV interview attracted heated discussion.

A series of fresh reports jumped out of the machine like fresh toast slices, eager to be coated with butter and jam, stuffed into people's stomachs. Fred and George's private radio came in handy again, picking out some interesting news after the morning clipping time every morning to broadcast the "people who still have their childlike hearts."

After reading the news of "Utopian Society: Progress or Backward?", Fred asked the audience for help: "Does anyone know if utopia is a swearing word? I haven't figured it out yet. This guy who calls himself anthropologist believes that wizards are a group of freaks who practice a large-scale social experiment that conforms to their ideas. This gives me the illusion of working for nothing. Listen to this passage: When material is extremely rich and individuals have reached their peak in survival, the human social structure will inevitably move from rigorous to loosening, and then the concept of the country will be weakened, and individuals will come together because of their common ideas..."

Of course no one responded to him. After George finished reading an exclusive advertisement for Weasley Magic Tricks, Lee Jordan introduced the audience to the world outside of Britain that he learned from his relatives abroad.

"The situation is not optimistic," he said on the latest radio show: "My cousin, who has been separated by generations, scoffed at my hairstyle. Their family likes to use their nostrils instead of eyes to look at people. This makes me feel a bad association. People like them will never rely on poor relatives and choose to live under others unless they have no choice. And I happen to have sufficient information to prove that the number of people who have fled recently - more elegantly - is becoming more and more."

"I would like to remind all young listeners here that if there are strangers in your family, but your parents insist that you have a blood relationship with them, they must persuade them to register at the Ministry of Magic and abide by local laws; violators will pay a large fine and irregular Azkaban experience package - given that there are many Death Eaters there, it is not a good time to show their personality and courage."

The voices of Harry, Ron and Hermione occasionally appear on the radio, and Ron finds fun in it, and seems to be happy to convey his voice and even forget to return to the Burrow.

"Wedding, Ronald Weasley, your elder brother's wedding!" Mrs. Weasley stared at him with a fierce look, "I'm not asking you to come back to make you idle."

"Mom, I'm doing something important - they have the right." Ron protested loudly.

"Yes, but you have the right to do housework," said Mrs. Weasley slightly sarcastically. "Now, they are getting braver to clean up the goblins in the garden. One day they will climb up to the dining table and ask me to change the magic radio station."

"This proves a truth," Ron said in a low voice. "You will get tired of listening to a song."

So Harry and Ron went to the garden to bend over and search for goblins from the grass. This creature looked like a mutated potato, and its IQ also inherited its appearance when it was still planted in the soil. Therefore, it was simply a physical job. Hermione was invited to give gifts to Ginny, ribbons and flowers to choose colors. Of course, the flowers have not returned yet, and Mrs. Weasley handed the task to Fred and George.

"You went back to Dursley's house last night?" Ron asked in surprise in the garden, "Tell me carefully!"

"Go and get things." Harry said in a complicated mood. It was difficult for him to describe the scene when he met the Dursleys. It was the first time he went back after the wizarding world was exposed. He only sent a message before, but the Dursleys were obviously dissatisfied with this.

This dissatisfaction fermented with time and burst out completely as soon as he appeared. Uncle Feinong shouted like a bloated spring, questioning the purpose of the Ministry of Magic casting spells in his house, and saying that he had not had a good sleep in the past month. When Harry asked why he was not at the Ministry of Magic staff clearly when he was still there, Uncle Feinong's expression seemed to rush over and hit people.

"This is to protect you. With this protection measure, the neighbors around you will still remember that you have a boarding school-" Harry paused and said expressionlessly: "Nephew, but he will subconsciously ignore my face and my name. This is why. Basically all students from Muggle families are protected."

Uncle Fennon exchanged a look with Aunt Penny, and this answer obviously solved a long-standing doubt in their hearts, that is, why did Harry attend the Queen's afternoon tea without the neighbors coming to harass her? They prayed from the bottom of their heart that their neighbors were dizzy-desperate—although the hope was slim, because their neighbors, like Aunt Penny, had a natural keen sense of the trend-leading topics and were willing to spend a lot of time exploring the details;

Or maybe because these neighbors were attracted by the rich wizard professor who was leading? They secretly thanked for this for a while.

"So... are you willing to come back now? How long will you stay this time?" Uncle Feinong asked angrily.

"I'm not here to live," Harry said, "I'm here to pack up." The pan in Aunt Penny's hand fell to the ground, and the hard metal smashed a small hole in her favorite wooden floor. Dudley wrinkled his face during the summer vacation, as if trying to think about the complex problem of why Harry had to pack up his luggage as soon as he came back.

Harry could almost hear Dury's rusty brain running hard. Harry tried not to see him. If any member of the family had made him feel a little new and novel in the past few years, Dury seemed to have developed a little interest in magic.

Uncle Feinong suddenly jumped up, scaring everyone. He frowned and paced around the living room, looking at Harry with his quick and deep eyes from time to time, making people wonder that he had learned to capture the gods and seek thoughts.

"Is there anything else?" Harry said impatiently when the two of them looked at each other again, and he was about to leave.

"Don't rush to leave, I have something to ask!" Uncle Feinon said, Harry stopped to look at him, but Uncle Feinon became hesitant again, the color on his face kept changing, which made Harry amazed. Finally, before suffocating himself to death, he spoke: "Is it going to fight?"

"Fennon—" Aunt Penny screamed.

"Don't interrupt, Penny." Feinon yelled. His face turned into a purple color.

Harry glared at him. Even though they had lived together for eleven years and had spent several summers together, he could not understand the brain circuit of Uncle Feinon at this moment.

"Why do you think so?"

"Or why did you suddenly decide to move away?" Uncle Feinong said, his small eyes flashing with a cunning light. "You must have known something in advance, right? The negotiations were not going well, yes - it was said in the newspapers, I should have thought of it long ago." He pounded his fist with a painful expression.

"Boy, we are your relatives, you can't escape alone!"

"You guessed it wrong, it's not the reason." Harry said stiffly.

"What's that because of it!?"

"I'm an adult," Harry said, feeling a little relaxed. "I'm an adult," he repeated, his tone slightly raised, "so I'm going to move out of here. You don't have to worry about me showing up at home in the future and making people gossip. Just occasionally endure a card sent by an owl on Christmas-like days..."

There was a strange silence in the room.

"Okay," after a while, Uncle Feinon muttered, "Since it's the reason-"

"Wait, you're not a grown-up," said Aunt Penny in a smart tone he learned when he was bargaining in the store, "a few days away."

"It doesn't matter anymore," Harry said.

He looked at Penny, thinking she would say something else, but her mouth was tightly pursed, so Harry shrugged and went upstairs to pack up his things. After a while, he came back with a box containing traces of his life in the house. He glanced at the Dursleys for the last time, and they looked at Harry with a weird expression, and Harry whispered, "Goodbye." After that, he walked towards the door.

His hand was held on the door handle, and the sunlight shone through the window, and suddenly the creaking sound of the sofa came from behind him, as if a giant beast woke up from his sleep, followed by footsteps, Harry slowly turned around, Dudley stood in front of him, hesitating to stretch out a hand.

"These magic books are really that powerful?" Harry looked at him in surprise.

"Don't know," Dudley whispered, "goodbye, Harry."

"Okay." Harry held Dudley's hand, "Goodbye, Dudley."

Seeing Dudley trying to squeeze a smile out of his face, a thought suddenly popped up in Harry's mind. This thought became very tempting after a round of twists in his mind. He knew that this would cause intense reactions from Uncle Fennon and Aunt Penny, but he still couldn't help but say half-prank and half-seriously:

"Hey, Brother D, if you don't find a satisfactory job in the future, you can consider selling magic products for ordinary people. What if your future children are wizards, we have some of the same bloodlines, so this possibility cannot be ruled out..."

"Shut up, boy!" Uncle Fennon roared irritably. "How dare you-" This was Aunt Penny's voice. Harry opened the door of No. 4 Liverpool Road under the pleasant background tone. The sun shone down on his face. Harry turned his head and shouted loudly, "Oh, by the way, Dudley, I left something in the place we all know, maybe you will like it!"

There was a sudden storm in the room. Harry closed the door and walked towards Sirius who was waiting at the intersection and smiling at him.

"Is this your farewell ceremony?" Fred and George asked with interest. They leaned against the fence and had no intention of coming to help. In their words, they had finally completed the task assigned. Now it was time to rest. When they were about to find Cedric, they happened to pass by. They saw two strange butts through the fence, so they came over to find out.

"What are your opinions?" Harry said angrily. The twins raised their hands to surrender. The corner of the rag in their hands hangs down, and the dust that shook out made people unable to open their eyes. Harry was choked and retreated. Ron was unfortunately caught and cursed loudly.

"Be careful," Mrs. Weasley followed, and happened to hear Ron's words. She said angrily: "If I hear these words again, I will stick your mouth up-and you two!" She asked the twins with her hands on her hips, "Have the chairs been wiped?"

"It's done," Fred said, raising the rag in his hand again.

Mrs. Weasley stepped back with her nose and looked at them with a suspicion, "Can you resist using magic? Where is the flowers?"

"It's ready. We searched all the nearby woods for this." George sighed, and the four watched Mrs. Weasley leave, and he added in a low voice, "We did search the nearby woods until we met a flower shop in town."

Harry raised his head in shock, "How did you get the shopkeeper to agree to sell the flowers to you? Do you have money?" He was referring to Muggle coins of course.

"Oh, the one who saw the store was a beautiful girl, she was not very old and easily convinced, so we decided to show off her tongue--" Fred said.

"In the end, a bag of snacks from the Playhouse was exchanged for enough flowers," George said.

"What is that?" Ron's eyes widened.

"There won't be any danger, right?" Harry said worriedly.

"Don't worry, it's all things that have passed the review for the time being." Fred said, "You should trust our vision-"

"Or Percy's eyes," George said.

"Anyway, we lied that we had picked up the package left by the wizard, which contained some flavorful fruits, floating fruit dew, Vodie candy, daydreaming caramel pudding, vampire pudding, canary biscuits, sticky lollipop..." Fred counted with his fingers.

"In a word, it's all harmless and enhancing friendship." George concluded.

After the two left, Harry turned to ask Ron: "What is Vodycan?" He had no affection for the name.

"The most muggle-like thing they invented was said to be inspired by Voldemort," Ron explained. "A candy bean alternately tastes of bitter and sweet. You can imagine that the last second was full of sweetness, but the next second was extremely bitter... It was wrapped in thirteen layers in total."

Harry imagined it in his mind and couldn't help but shivered.

On the morning of the wedding day, in the orchard behind the burial, Felix and Bill were nominally assigned to inspect the wedding venue, but were actually walking around. The two saw Hagrid walking from a distance carrying two logs, following behind him, Glopp, a giant, burly and huge, like some ugly summoning object.

"The wedding was held in the afternoon, and Fleur made a final check on the guest list in the room," Bill said. "She decided to do it herself, and add a few invitations she had left before and handed them in person..." Seeing Felix's eyes, he added: "It's not just Hager's younger brother, Sirius also brought a list, all of which were big shots. We didn't dare to tell my mother that she was very nervous. You know, because of Fred and George's proposal."

Felix's eyes flashed with a hint of weirdness - well, at Harry's birthday party last night, Fred and George proposed that Glossip Fleur be taken away at the wedding, and the groom Bill must play the role of a brave man and steal his bride back to show his courage.

Just like some ancient wizards caught the evil dragon with their own hands.

This proposal was naturally rejected by Mrs. Weasley without any mercy, and she threatened with her eyes that if the two brothers dared to say a word on this topic, they would turn them into statues of welcome guests at the door.
Chapter completed!