"how dare you--!"

Aunt Petunia screamed, and Vernon waved her off again, as if the insult to his appearance was nothing compared with the danger he saw through.

"I'm afraid you've forgotten," said Harry, "I already have a house, my godfather left it to me. What do I need this house for? For all those happy memories?"

silence.

Harry thought his words had calmed his uncle, so he did not continue.

"You claim," Uncle Vernon said, pacing again, "that this demon—"

"——Voldemort," Harry said impatiently: "We have discussed this matter a hundred times. It is not a claim, it is a fact. Dumbledore told you last year, Mr. Kingsley and Weasley -

—”

Vernon Dursley huffed his shoulders, and Harry guessed his uncle was trying to get rid of the memory.

At that time, just a few days after Harry's summer vacation, two adult wizards suddenly visited.

Kingsley Shacklebolt and Arthur Weasley appeared at the door, giving the Dursleys a most unpleasant shock.

Harry had to admit that Mr. Weasley had once reduced half of the living room to rubble, and his reappearance would certainly not make Uncle Vernon happy.

"——Kingsley and Mr. Weasley have also explained it," Harry continued unmoved: "As soon as I turn seventeen, the charm that protects me will be broken, and you and I will be exposed.

.

The Order of the Phoenix believes that Voldemort will target you, or torture you, and ask about my whereabouts, or think that I will rush to rescue you if you are held hostage."

Uncle Vernon's eyes met Harry's.

At this moment, Harry believed that the two of them had the same question in their minds.

Then, Uncle Vernon began to pace again, and Harry continued: "You must hide. The Order of the Phoenix is ​​willing to help and provide you with the best and strictest protection."

Uncle Vernon said nothing and continued to pace.

Outside, the sun hung low over the privet hedge, and the neighbor's lawnmower went out again.

"Isn't there a Ministry of Magic?"

"good."

"So why can't they protect us?

In my opinion, as innocent victims, we have not done any bad things except adopting a suspect, and we should be protected by the government!"

Harry laughed out loud.

He couldn't help but laugh. His uncle was like this, always placing his hopes on the powerful, even in a world he was hostile to and distrustful of.

"You heard what Mr. Weasley and Kingsley said," Harry replied: "We think the Ministry of Magic has some bad guys in it."

Uncle Vernon strode to the fireplace and back, breathing heavily, his thick black mustache undulating with it, and his big face still flushed purple.

"Okay," he stopped in front of Harry again: "Okay, let's put it this way, we accept this protection, but I still don't understand why we can't let the big man Kingsley protect us."

Harry endured it hard and didn't move his eyes, because this question had been asked six or seven times.
Chapter completed!