Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures Chapter 1616: Hate that began eighteen years ago

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Dedalus finished talking for a while quiet, no one answered, Uncle Vernon still stared at the bulge in the pocket of the Dedalus vest, dazed, dazed ...

Harry did not speak, he was thinking about the plan for a sudden change.

Without using Apparition, how will the people of the Order of the Phoenix plan to pick him up? !

"Maybe we should wait in the outside hall, Dedalus." Hestia whispered. She thinks a little bit more, and feels that the Harry and Dursley families need to be warm and hearty, and perhaps tearful farewell to say goodbye to each other.

"Not necessary." Harry mumbled.

Without worrying about Harry, Uncle Vernon's next words made more explanation unnecessary. He said loudly, "Yes, this is goodbye, kid."

He stretched his right arm forward and wanted to shake hands with Harry, but at the last moment he seemed unable to face, so he clasped his hands into fists, swinging back and forth like a metronome.

"Ready, Dada?" Aunt Petunia asked, checking the clasp of the handbag while looking for something, so as not to look at Harry at all.

Dudley did not answer. He stood there with his mouth slightly open, which reminded Harry vaguely of the giant Grawp. They are similar in a sense.

"Okay, so, let's go." Uncle Vernon said.

He has already reached the door of the living room and suddenly heard Dudley muttering, "I don't understand."

"What's not understand, baby?" Aunt Petunia looked up at his son and asked.

Dudley raised a ham-like fat finger to Harry and said, "I don't understand, why didn't he go with us?"

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia froze in place, staring blankly at Dudley, as if Dudley had just indicated that he wanted to be a ballet dancer.

"What?" Uncle Vernon asked aloud.

"Why didn't he go together?" Dudley asked.

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

"Yes, I don't want to do anything at all." Harry said.

"This is down, this kid is here to stay, he volunteered." Uncle Vernon said to Dudley, "Okay, leave him alone, let's go."

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

Aunt Petunia stumbled a few steps, but also stopped, looking at Dudley.

"What's the matter?" Uncle Vernon appeared at the door again, growling and asking.

Dudley seems to be struggling with some ideas that are difficult to express in words. After a seemingly painful inner struggle for a moment, he said, "Where can he go?"

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

Obviously, Dudley freaked them out.

At this time, Sijia Jones broke the silence.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you, but ... of course you know where your nephew is going, don't you?" she asked, puzzled.

"Of course we know!" Vernon · Dursley said, "Of course he will go with a few people of your kind, isn't he? His godfather, that kill ... well, Dudley, let's get on the bus, you I heard that person said, time is tight. "

Vernon · Dursley once again strode to the front door Shooting Star, but Dudley did not keep up, Dursley had to stop again.

"Follow a few people like us?"

Before he speaks, Hestia Jia seems to be annoyed.

Harry has encountered this attitude before. wizard(s) sees that the relatives who have the closest relationship with the famous Harry · Potter seem to be so indifferent to him. They seem to be shocked. This seems to be the most difficult thing for them.

"Forget it!" Harry persuaded, "Nothing, really nothing."

"Nothing?" Hestia Jia said afterwards, the voice was raised very high, unclear, "How could it be nothing? Do these people know what you have experienced? Do you know what danger you are facing? Do you know Your unique position at the heart of the anti-Voldemort movement? We are not fleeing in shame, but fighting, saving magic circle, saving this country, you are a hero, Harry! "

"Uh, I don't know, they don't know." Harry said, "Actually, they probably thought I was a waste, but nothing, I am used to it."

"I don't think you are waste."

If you do n’t see Dudley ’s lips moving, Harry probably wo n’t believe it.

He glared at Dudley for a few seconds before finally acknowledging that Dudley was talking. At least he saw Dudley ’s face flushed, and Harry himself was embarrassed and surprised.

"Oh, oh, thank you, Dudley."

Dudley seems to be dealing with some inexpressible thoughts again. I do n’t know what to say. I opened my mouth for a long time and finally muttered, "You saved my life."

"Can't say that!" Harry said, "That's mainly because of me, and it was your soul that dementor(s) was trying to take away ..."

He looked at his cousin curiously. This summer and last summer, they had little contact. Harry returned to Privet Drive for a short time, and always stayed in his room. After the Sirius warning, the Dursley family It is also strictly forbidden for Dudley to be close to Harry, especially after the dementor(s) attack.

Knowing this, Harry vaguely understood that the cup of herbal tea he kicked may not be a prank at all. Although he was very moved, he seemed to have exhausted the ability to express his feelings when he saw Dudley. Tone.

Dudley opened his mouth, flushed, and did not speak again.

Aunt Petunia cried and rushed over.

Hestia Jia Jones looked at her approvingly, but did not expect that Aunt Petunia rushed over and hugged not Harry, but Dudley, Hestia Jia suddenly burst into anger.

"True, so good, Dada ..." She cried against the broad **** of Dudley, "How many, how lovely children, kids, will, will say thank you ..."

"He didn't say thank you at all!" Hestia said angrily, "He just said that he thinks Harry is not waste!"

"Yeah, but this word came out of Dudley, just like" I love you "." Harry said.

Aunt Petunia continued to hug Dudley tightly, as if Dudley had just rescued Harry from a burning house, Harry looked irritated and funny.

At this time, Uncle Vernon came over impatiently.

"We still can't go!" he growled loudly, then looked at Harry unnaturally, "Listen, kid, I don't think you are waste, but I don't like you, yes, I do n’t know if anyone has said that you are very much like your dad. It ’s very much. Since we first met that night eighteen years ago, I recognized what he was like. He was arrogant, powerless, impolite and liked to mock. Others, you and he were almost carved out of it. Since childhood, it ’s just as annoying, but ... damn, we ca n’t walk, is n’t the time tight! "

He waved his hand vigorously, and the rest of the words could not go on.

Harry was also stunned. Uncle Vernon mentioned that he and his father met for the first time eighteen years ago, and no one ever told him about it.

Obviously, the meeting was very unpleasant.

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

A lot of things happened that year, and Uncle Vernon's hatred of Harry's also seems to stem from this.